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This Ship Has Skin and Teeth is an online screenplay project about the fate of a ship and her crew. After Captain Emrys Bligh takes on a mysterious shipment, ambitious seaman Samuel Lee and the rest of his crewmates are forced to reckon with the supernatural retribution it contains. What follows is a fight for survival, power, and identity, as Samuel grapples not only with the betrayal of his body but his feelings for the ship’s surgeon. Story contains general horror themes, including body horror, violence, death and homophobia.

PART V

EXT. EURYDICE EXTERIOR -- NIGHT The black waters of the Red Sea crawl up and down Eurydice's GROANING hull beneath an oppressive fog. A STARTLED CRY tears through the scene. CUT TO: INT. CREW CABIN -- NIGHT Samuel jolts awake to perpetual, dismayed yelling. Daniel is hunched upright in his bed, face contorted with pain. Tommy rushes to his side. The rest of the crew has begun to wake. TOMMY What the hell is wrong with you? DANIEL (gritting his teeth) Oh, lord! My back, it oh! Oh, God! Tommy reaches for him, and Daniel pushes him away. Tommy is taken aback. DANIEL No! Elias leans against the wall, half asleep. Isaiah hurries past him. ELIAS What in God's name has gotten into you? Isaiah approaches Daniel as he shrinks away, writhing in pain and groaning. ISAIAH Let me look at it, Daniel. Daniel feebly slaps at Isaiah and Tommy, and Samuel rushes over to assist them. Together, him and Tommy restrain Daniel, and Isaiah lifts his shirt. Red and purple, puss-encrusted and bleeding blisters, some as big as eggs, burst from Daniel's back. TOMMY (gagging) Christ, Daniel! Daniel cries out as he's released, the crew examining him with horror. Isaiah stares at Daniel's still-exposed back, then the freshly-blooded, lumpy bandages concealing Samuel's arm. Samuel's fearful gaze matches Isaiah's. An EARSPLITTING, SPLINTERY GRINDING shoots through the floorboards below. The men grow silent, say for Daniel's whimpering. TOMMY To hell with this. Tommy storms out of the cabin, shoving Elias aside when he rises to intervene. ELIAS Tommy! You mustn't go down there! Dammit, Tom! When Samuel pushes past him, Elias grabs his shoulder. ELIAS Don't be a fool, Samuel. Samuel shakes him off, all the more invigorated. Elias, remorseful, watches Samuel, Isaiah, and the rest of the crew leave, Daniel still weeping quietly on his cot. EXT. SHIP DECK -- CONTINUOUS Samuel and Isaiah step out onto the deck. Tommy is crouched before the entrance to the cargo hold. He's fiddling fruitlessly with a lock and chain across the twin doors. TOMMY Dammit! He throws the lock down, rises, then begins to stomp furiously on the cargo doors. SAMUEL Christ. ISAIAH There's no point, Tom! TOMMY Fucker! (stomp) Has us! (stomp) Hauling! (stomp) Fucking! (stomp) Demons! SLAM. The door to Captain Bligh's quarters are thrown open. A shadow stands erect in the glowing doorway. CAPTAIN BLIGH Tommy! Go the hell back to bed! TOMMY (perfectly chipper) I will not, my dear Captain! Tommy resumes stomping, grunting. CLICK. The shadow of Captain Bligh aims a pistol at Tommy's chest. Tommy grows still, moonlit face falling. Samuel and Isaiah's faces are wrought with alarm. CAPTAIN BLIGH I said, Tommy, to get your ass back in bed. Slowly, Tommy steps down from the locked doors, eyes wide, and walks back towards the rest of the crew. TOMMY Aye, Captain. Sorry, Captain. The rest of the crew parrots Tommy's shy apology and funnels back into their quarters. Samuel looks over at the glowing doorway of the captain's quarters. A pale gaze stares back at him. He hurries in after Isaiah.

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This Ship Has Skin and Teeth is an online screenplay project about the fate of a ship and her crew. After Captain Emrys Bligh takes on a mysterious shipment, ambitious seaman Samuel Lee and the rest of his crewmates are forced to reckon with the supernatural retribution it contains. What follows is a fight for survival, power, and identity, as Samuel grapples not only with the betrayal of his body but his feelings for the ship’s surgeon. Story contains general horror themes, including body horror, violence, death and homophobia.

PART IV

INT. CREW CABIN – AFTERNOON TOMMY That damn ruckus has kept me awake every damn night since bleeding India! Tommy, arms crossed, stands erect, Elias smoking his pipe beside him, lounging with his legs draped upon the makeshift chest-table. Behind, Daniel sits cross-legged on his cot. DANIEL (dully) I haven't sleep a wink. TOMMY Please, you sleep like a drowning grizzly. Wouldn't surprise me if all that bloody howling was you. ELIAS Samuel. You expect me to believe the Captain's been making all that noise? Samuel is hunched up on a stool across from them, hands clasped. Isaiah is sitting next to him. SAMUEL I don't know what I saw. He was just standing there. TOMMY (grinning) Standing there, crying. DANIEL Doesn't sound like Cap'n. ELIAS No, it doesn't. (he takes a puff of smoke) Bligh would get a real chuckle out of hearing that, I think. Samuel frowns. Isaiah chuckles, sensing the threat. ISAIAH But it wasn't just the captain, yeah? How do you explain the crates moving? ELIAS I think the night'll make any good man see ghosts. SAMUEL I didn't say nothing about ghosts. DANIEL But, those sounds...that crying...we's may as well have ghosts. ISAIAH Could you live with yourself, Elias, knowing we were hauling something alive in those crates? Elias's face twists into a snarl, but his eyes, the fiddling of his pipe, betray his uncertainty. ELIAS Nobody-nothing could survive in there without food or water. The thought falls heavy upon the silent crew, then gestates, begins to fester. What if?... ELIAS You lot are acting insane. Like frightened little children. ISAIAH (gravely serious) Don't act like you haven't considered it, Elias. Elias laughs, rising, clearly rattled. ELIAS Oh, you can't be serious, Isaiah! (to Tommy) Tommy? Tommy looks away, clearing his throat. TOMMY Ghosts, fucking people—I didn't agree to hauling neither. SAMUEL What did we agree to haul? Elias, did he tell you? ELIAS That's none of your business and you know it. Samuel rises now, jamming a finger at Elias's chest. SAMUEL It is our business if we're hauling people! ELIAS We're not hauling bloody people! Isaiah joins the two of them, arms crossed. ISAIAH Then what are we hauling, Elias? The whole crew looks to Elias for an answer. A cornered animal, he begins to sweat. ELIAS (pause) I don't know. We just have to trust him. (quietly) It's not people.

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This Ship Has Skin and Teeth is an online screenplay project about the fate of a ship and her crew. After Captain Emrys Bligh takes on a mysterious shipment, ambitious seaman Samuel Lee and the rest of his crewmates are forced to reckon with the supernatural retribution it contains. What follows is a fight for survival, power, and identity, as Samuel grapples not only with the betrayal of his body but his feelings for the ship’s surgeon. Story contains general horror themes, including body horror, violence, death and homophobia.

PART III

INT. SURGEON'S QUARTERS -- MORNING A hand pulls back a shirt sleeve, revealing a wrist coated in a mass of burning, irritated bumps, some raw, others scabbing over. Samuel allows Isaiah to examine his wrist, sitting across from him. The surgeon makes a musing sound. Samuel moves to pull his sleeve down and Isaiah grabs his wrist, stopping him, before rising to rummage through his supplies. SAMUEL Must be bloody bedbugs. ISAIAH Definitely not. Have you recently slept with any women? SAMUEL No. Isaiah begins to administer an ointment to his sores. ISAIAH (looking down) Men? Samuel, aghast, pulls his wrist away. SAMUEL Of course not. Isaiah flashes Samuel a tired look, regaining hold of his forearm. ISAIAH I'm not making any judgments of character, Samuel, only medical ones. What men get up to when they're lonely is none of my business. SAMUEL I haven't slept with anybody. ISAIAH (smiling) Ever? SAMUEL (unamused) Recently. Isaiah makes an affirmative sound, wrapping the gushing rash in clean bandages. ISAIAH How have you been feeling overall? SAMUEL Fine. I've never had many problems with my health. ISAIAH Mentally? (pause) Given your occupation, it's only fair I ask. SAMUEL We share the same occupation, Doctor. ISAIAH All the more reason for me to ask. Samuel appears uncertain. This doesn't miss Isaiah, whose brow furrows. He's a good doctor. ISAIAH There's no shame in a man growing weary at sea. SAMUEL I'm not weary. (pause) You mustn't tell anybody I told you this. And you mustn't think me crazy! ISAIAH I can assure you I've heard worse than whatever it is that’s burdening you. SAMUEL (hesitating) I bore witness to something strange last night. Perhaps I was sleepwalking, but—no, no I remember it too clearly. Samuel looks off, picking at his fingernails. Isaiah attends to his medical bag, face hard despite his lax manner. ISAIAH A strange dream, perhaps? SAMUEL No, I was awake. I'd heard strange noises. Isaiah pauses, hand halfway into his bag. ISAIAH What sort of noises? SAMUEL Terrible noises. Like something heavy was being moved, or someone was- I thought somebody had snuck onboard. It was the Captain. ISAIAH (looking at him) You saw Captain Bligh? SAMUEL Yes. ISAIAH At that hour? What was he doing? SAMUEL (gaining in fervor) He was standing there. In front of the cargo, down in the hold. I'd thought I'd heard crying, but— ISAIAH I heard it too. SAMUEL What? ISAIAH Last night. I didn't realize it was you who had got out of bed. SAMUEL So you heard it, then? ISAIAH Yes.

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This Ship Has Skin and Teeth is an online screenplay project about the fate of a ship and her crew. After Captain Emrys Bligh takes on a mysterious shipment, ambitious seaman Samuel Lee and the rest of his crewmates are forced to reckon with the supernatural retribution it contains. What follows is a fight for survival, power, and identity, as Samuel grapples not only with the betrayal of his body but his feelings for the ship’s surgeon. Story contains general horror themes, including body horror, violence, death and homophobia.

PART II

INT. CREW CABIN -- AFTERNOON A cramped, windowless cabin lined with cots and storage lockers. Samuel, Tommy, and Elias sit around a bulky chest, a makeshift table for a round of poker. At its center, coins and a loop of hair. Tommy picks from some raisins. Dan snores on one of the cots, Isaiah reads Frankenstein on another, despite being the dealer. FINLEY, on an upper hammock, is curled up and facing the wall. Tommy peaks at his cards and tosses in another coin. TOMMY Raise. Fucking Percy. SAMUEL Call. ELIAS Call. Damn shame, is what. Tommy looks over his shoulder. TOMMY Finley! Finley looks at Tommy, then back at the wall. TOMMY Damn shame. Isaiah, not looking up from his book, sets three cards on the chest. Tommy SCOWLS, while Sam and Elias examine them intently. Some replace their cards. The game continues. TOMMY Raise. And for what? The bastard won't tell us what we're even shipping. Dan chokes out a gurgling snore in his sleep. Tommy spins around and hucks a raisin at him. SAMUEL Call. Ain't your business. ELIAS Call. TOMMY Just a peak, I asked, and he nearly tore my head off. ISAIAH That would be a miracle. TOMMY Piss off, Doc. Just deal the damn cards. Deal, raise, call, fold. Elias tosses his hand down, leaning with his arms folded behind his head. Tommy, nose curled and sweating, glances over at Samuel. Unbearably long, feigned musing. Dan releases another throaty snore, spurring Tommy to snap around. TOMMY Fucking hell, Dan! ELIAS Lord, just play the game, Tom. TOMMY Mate sounds like he's fucking choking! (to Dan) You fucking choking, Daniel? Dan gurgles, asleep. ISAIAH Quit stalling, Tommy. Tommy slams his cards on the table. TOMMY I fold. To hell with you. Samuel reveals his hand, and Tommy rises, throwing his arms up. TOMMY Fucker is cheating! ELIAS You have a right foul mouth, you know that, Tom? TOMMY Suck my member, Elly. EXT. SHIP DECK -- NIGHT Outside, deck swaying, peering into the mess hall: the crew eating, drinking and chatting, muffled. Tommy, angry, shakes his fork at Samuel, but Daniel offers a joke, elbowing him, and everyone laughs. INT. CREW CABIN -- NIGHT Samuel is asleep. In the darkness, a scar is visible above his ear, racing across his scalp. Muffled laughter has become DISTANT YELLING, PEACOCK CRIES, AND THUNDEROUS, RUMBLING GUNSHOTS. MALE VOICE (V.O.) (laughing) I love you. A GUNSHOT and FLUTTERING WINGS rip Samuel awake with a gasp, sweating. His THUMPING HEART and rapid breathing are cut through by unseen THUDDING and SCRAPING. Samuel stares into the darkness. The crew appears asleep. Beneath the floorboards, MUFFLED SCRAPING, SLOSHING, a FORLORN GROAN. Samuel, wide eyes, shaking with sweat. INT. SHIP INTERIOR -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS Samuel creeps through EURYDICE'S dark walls. SHUFFLING, WET RIPPING. Someone is CRYING from a black stairwell, the cargo hold. Grimacing, Samuel flips open his clasp knife and approaches. INT. SHIP HOLD -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS Samuel inches down the hold's ladder-like stairs. Speckled moonlight, filtered through grates above, reveals dozens of massive crates crammed into the darkness. A man stands between them, stiff and unmoving. QUIET GROANING, CRYING. SAMUEL (quietly, clutching knife) Captain? The hold falls silent. WAVES LAPPING, GENTLE NIGHT BREEZE. Captain Bligh remains unmoving, back turned to Samuel. A beat. CAPTAIN BLIGH Go back to bed, Sammy. Wordlessly, Samuel backs up the stairs. Upon flicking his knife closed, one of the crates RATTLES, almost imperceptibly, a trick of the moonlight. Captain Bligh is still. Samuel turns around and hurries back upstairs. EURYDICE is whipped about by the uncaring RED SEA. HUSHED ANIMALISTIC GRUNTING slowly rises to a ROARING CRESCENDO of INHUMAN HOWLING and CRAZED YELLS. TITLE CARD: "This Ship Has Skin and Teeth"

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A drawing of Moon I made a couple of weeks ago.

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hey guys corn here! This is me and my vampire husband Vladelius please respect he is very sensitive so that means no twilight thanks

art from: @crowesn

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Some very pleasant magical guys wanted a portrait done so I did that

#wizard #vampire #twilight #digital art #artist #art #artists on tumblr #dnd

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This Ship Has Skin and Teeth is an online screenplay project about the fate of a ship and her crew. After Captain Emrys Bligh takes on a mysterious shipment, ambitious seaman Samuel Lee and the rest of his crewmates are forced to reckon with the supernatural retribution it contains. What follows is a fight for survival, power, and identity, as Samuel grapples not only with the betrayal of his body but his feelings for the ship’s surgeon. Story contains general horror themes, including body horror, violence, death and homophobia.

PART I

OVER BLACK: Men yelling in distant cacophony. FADE IN: EXT. LEAKY TAVERN -- NIGHT A lone tavern window looks in on a circle of glowing drunkards ROARING and SLAMMING on a cluttered table, all attention on a young man, SAMUEL, less grizzled and currently red-faced, guzzling a drink the size of his head. Behind THE CREW, CLINKING MUGS and MUFFLED LAUGHTER reverberate beneath the dim warmth. INT. LEAKY TAVERN – NIGHT THE CREW Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Samuel chokes down the rest of the pint, sputtering and gasping. The crew cheers and DAN, a cannonball of a man covered head-to-toe in tattoos, claps Samuel on the back. Samuel nearly falls over, but ISAIAH, the round-faced, bespectacled surgeon, steadies him. TOMMY, a wiry lightweight sporting a well-groomed mustache, pours him another glass. TOMMY Tooooooast! Drunken war hounds, the crew GROWLS for a toast, DRILLING into the table. Samuel has no choice. He stumbles up from his chair, raising his overflowing drink as it spills all over. SAMUEL To our good health and prosperity! TOMMY (muffled) Nay! To women! SAMUEL A toast to women! The crew ROARS. Samuel buries his face in another forced sip before falling back into his seat. DAN And what kind of girl do ya want, Sammy? SAMUEL (much effort) A girl with a good personality- The crew chuckles, sharing glances. A shadow grows behind Samuel, accented by the STEADY THUMP of footsteps. Beside him, Isaiah's face falls. Samuel cups his nonexistent chest. SAMUEL -and a bigger bosom. Isaiah places a heavy hand on Samuel's shoulder. Samuel flushes, mouth dry, like he's looking at Michelangelo's David. The crew's laughter fades, and everyone is staring past him. Samuel looks up at A LOOMING MAN. This is CAPTAIN BLIGH. CAPTAIN BLIGH Evenin', lads. (to Samuel) Don't flatter yourself, Sammy. Mine are bigger. Bligh guffaws, all teeth, a man like metal shavings, and the crew chuckles timidly. A palpable weight has lifted, though not entirely. Beside Bligh, ELIAS, his first mate, more nerves than man, distractedly lights a pipe. TOMMY (drunken grin) Evening, Cap'n. CAPTAIN BLIGH Tommy. Bligh plucks the smoking pipe from Elias's startled lips. Clenching it between his teeth, he throws a hefty boot onto the bar table with a CLATTER. Statuesque, Samuel eyes the grimy boot level to his face. CAPTAIN BLIGH (between puffs) Plans have changed, lads. We're headed to England, come morning. A few of the crew grin and clap each other on the back, pleased to be going home. Samuel smiles at Isaiah, who's frowning. ISAIAH Tomorrow? CAPTAIN BLIGH Aye, tomorrow. ISAIAH You think these men'll be fit? They've more liquor than blood in their veins. CAPTAIN BLIGH Well, that's your job, ain't it, Doctor? Isaiah bites his tongue, still dubious. TENSE SILENCE and darting eyes. Bligh takes a long drag from Elias's pipe and exhales, basking in the smoke with a distant look bordering on euphoria. CAPTAIN BLIGH Dream with me, lads: Gold bars, piles of them. We may as well be shipping pure gold.

EXT. KOLKATA LOADING DOCK -- MORNING Monotonous bodies heaving crates shamble across a dock choked in fog. One of Bligh's crew, PERCY, a vacant, puppy-faced man, tugs at a rope, grunting and sweating, lifting a massive crate into the web of rigging, and two sprawling masts above. Captain Bligh looks out at his ship, EURYDICE, her sleek, pine hull and proud bowsprit. His crew toils behind and below. Samuel trudges past, and Bligh grabs the back of his shirt. CAPTAIN BLIGH This is your mother, lad. You're bound to her; Twelve months, she'll carry you. SAMUEL Aye, sir. CAPTAIN BLIGH Aye? (shaking him) Chippy this mornin', ay? Samuel looks sick. Captain Bligh looks at his vessel like it's an old, world-weary animal. CAPTAIN BLIGH My old bitch. Picture me in velvet robes, Sammy, my feet propped on a pouffe before a fireplace. SAMUEL Aye, captain? What exactly is it we're hauling? CAPTAIN BLIGH My future, Sammy. Our futures, all pretty and gilded, encrusted in gold. He pats Samuel on the back. A black droplet falls, dribbles down Percy's face, shrouded in the shadow of the crate. Dark stains paint its creaking underside. Percy's hands slacken, the rope flies, HISSING. His body splinters and CRUNCHES beneath the crashing weight. CASCADING YELLS, BOOTS SCRAMBLING. Captain Bligh, Samuel and Isaiah on either side, peer down, eyes saucers, at the crumpled mess. The crate remains intact. SILENCE. CAPTAIN BLIGH Percy? ISAIAH He's dead, Captain. CAPTAIN BLIGH Nothing to be done, then? ISAIAH Not unless you fancy me a ventriloquist. CAPTAIN BLIGH Quite. Another crew-mate, FINLEY, pushes Samuel out of the way, falling to their knees. FINLEY Percy! CAPTAIN BLIGH (rising) Well, there's nothing to be done. Get off your damn asses! Go on! Bligh stomps off, his men rushing around to load the brig in his wake. Finley clutches their head, weeping EXT. KOLKATA LOADING DOCK -- LATE MORNING At the edge of a long, gloomy pier, a pair of dockworkers drag a body bag. They heave it into the black waters churning below. Further along lumbers Eurydice. The crew gazes mournfully from her railing as they disappear into the fog.

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Look at this gay trans horror screenplay I wrote maybe (it's my first time ever writing one so it was just for fun and shits and giggles and fun again)

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I dropped my crystal ball on my foot. Ouch.

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corporate bricked my orb goddamn it

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This is why you can never trust big orb I recommend talking to your local oracle and building your own

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Anne Marie and her wife Gambit.

Slowly making icons for all my X-Men playlists (they're pretty good if I do say so myself)

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ooough i finally got around to doing the thing ive been wanting to do for AGES!! and now i want to do it 8 more times !!!!

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This page had hands. I'm going to be making a big content warning for the latter half of the chapter and will be posting a list of warnings at the beginning of each subsequent chapter!

#i always forget to advertise my silly little comic

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