Pomegranate_teeth
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Deep in the forest, an arm lay amongst the leaves
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- Part 3 of Ophelia writes
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Down I climb the mountain's edge, down, and down, through the angry red skies and howling winds. There, I find my heart on a jutting ledge so very far down from where she fell. Nestled in the rock rose, she lays unwoven; the fall and ragged rock have burst her seams, her filling spilled. Her hands clutch her eyes, afraid to look at what has come and what has not. She whimpers and sniffles, a frightened child.
The kindest thing, I know, would be to leave her alone.
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- Part 2 of Ophelia writes
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It's not a good idea to stop. I know it's not a good idea to stop. I can still make it to the outpost, only half a dozen miles away. They have walls tall enough to keep stuff out and places to refill supplies. I need to get there before nightfall.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.Or, what if it wasn't David who killed Elizabeth Shaw? And what if his reasons for killing the Engineers and his obsession with the Creatures were a lot more personal?
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"God?" he whispered, "please, I know I haven't had much to do with you since the fire and I know I've said some pretty awful things about you but please, don't take it out on Stiles. Take my heart, my breath, my life. Just please, don't take him."
Or, I was listening to Don't take the girl by Tim McGraw and this is what my brain did.
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Unrelated short stories I've written of varying genres and lengths. Mostly just somewhere for me to have all my babies in one place in the unlikely event someone wants to read them.
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Lighthouse keeping was not an easy job, first of all it was isolated, secondly the conditions were quite dangerous and dire if one took the wrong step. His days were spent checking that everything was in place and safe keeping the light of the place.
That part was the easy one, the dangerous one was going outside, checking on the equipment, cleaning up the shore, keeping an eye out for the waves… because those could get real high real fast and he had to be careful.
His job also involved cleaning up the dead animals he finds on the beach, calling in case a beached whale or something, cleaning up the ritualistic markings found on rocks made with blood, the guts from seagulls stern around the place…
The skulls he finds are lined up in circles sometimes. They are usually from birds and fish, he dreads finding a human one.
At night he ignores the music he hears in the distance, its easy really, the wind is so strong it echoes across the lighthouse making a racket, its awful and Peter uses headphones to sleep for his own peace of mind.Bookmarked by Pomegranate_teeth
18 Oct 2025
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Lord Bertilak kissed him, and Gawain might have looked like a knight, but he knew now that that was an illusion, not one made by a sorcerer's brew and spells but with armor and pretty words. And so, instead of resisting it, as he knew a knight might, as he knew a knight ought to, when a knight is aware that lines are being crossed, he did not pull away, allowing Lord Bertilak's hands to linger at his face long after he'd pulled away, smiling grey hawks' eyes intently searching his face. He was not a knight and so, when Lord Bertilak nodded his head and began to pull away, Gawain grabbed his arm, surging up to meet his lips again.<
"There is more," he said, his mouth dry even as the forest around them was filled with moisture and dampness, little droplets of waters still clinging onto the leaves from what Gawain could only assume had been a proper Welsh rain earlier in the morning, and it was not an admission, the green kirtle still safe, heavy around his waist. "More for you to take."
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11 Jan 2024
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A cautionary tale about domesticating wild animals.
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09 Jan 2024
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Peter Strahm is not into findom.
Is he?
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09 Jan 2024
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do you believe in love? (sometimes it's just how the light hits their eyes) by dumb_dog (splitlip_bloodymouth)
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
16 Nov 2023
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Mark is inside him when he asks, “what was it that Perez showed you at the crime scene last week?”
There’s something about the lightheartedness of his tone that causes Peter to bark out a laugh that seems far too hostile for what it is. It sounds almost like a threat.
“We should make that a rule,” Peter says, chest heaving from exertion. Mark pushes into him harshly, fingers bruising his waist, puncturing a low groan from Peter’s throat, “no talking about work when we fuck.”
Mark laughs at that, and his laugh is softer than Peter’s, but somehow sounds far more lecherous. When Mark bites into the meat of his shoulder, he’s almost disappointed when no blood is drawn.
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02 Dec 2023