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THE TERROR 1x8 — TERROR CAMP CLEAR

#solittle #that little nod of approval is doing things for me

Announcing our informal schedule of prompts for the event! Each day will be dedicated to one of the lieuts, and a couple of additional prompts have been provided in case you want some extra inspiration or your love for your blorbtenant cannot be contained to just one day. :3

As mentioned in the event rules, these prompts are 100% Optional. As long as its lieutenant-related, feel free to post whatever fanworks you'd like on whatever day of the event you'd like. Just remember to use the hashtag, @ this blog, and/or post your works to the AO3 collection so we can share your creations!

Alt Text for the prompts listed below the cut:

smallerhawk

While everyone else was trapped in a regular, physical nightmare of monsters and starvation, Little ignored those petty little details and kept living in his kafkaesque hell. Lost in the Arctic? Well, Little had been lost among baffling social norms for ages. The inexplicable Tuunbaq is less frightening than the captain's inexplicable displeasure. Mutiny's nothing compared to the horror of peer pressure. You wouldn't last a minute in Edward Little's surreal nightmare existence.

jopdaughter

trapping lieutenants in ice cube event

diskobabe

jagalart

Ned Little

jopdaughter

he's counting five things he can see four things he can touch three things he can hear two things he can smell and one thing he can taste

imaginingfromtheblock

hickey is captain crozier’s silly rabbit

lamignonette

fitzloser

hunting-for-pearls

+ Bonus:

Cornelius Hickey - Ep. 5 - Part 1

The Terror, "First Shot a Winner, Lads", 2018

#miss him #psycho ❤️#he looks so good in this ep #cornelius hickey

nota1eks

WHO. was going to tell me about the existence of this image

lazy-toad

go my Bridgling

#that's so him

iveseenitinmovies

nothing genuinely beats the joy of seeing the sun for the first time in weeks. i know those men in the terror were jumping and squealing during the frist sunrise each year