#cryptid roe

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Eugene Roe, George Luz, Ralph Spina, Edward "Babe" Heffron Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Roe dies, but he comes back lol, cryptid eugene roe, Blood and Violence, Song: My Epitaph (Ola Belle Reed) Summary:

Listening to them whistle and sing holy and bright between the roaring of ammo being shot into the white abyss to be blindly swallowed made him think of the midnight mass of Christmas Eve. Or maybe Christmas day–droning Latin and the dim twinkling of candles in the pitch blackness of the church.

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“But all God’s love means nothing now. The bitter blood of many foes sustain me, and heavy is my hammer, swinging ‘round. And soft are their throats, and soft are their skulls..” FRAGRANT IS MY MANY FLOWERE’D CROWN by LINGUA IGNOTA

Bastogne x cryptid roe,

him standing above foxholes in the pitch black, teeth clacking as he closes his jaw. he stares down at men with eyes that glow blood red and pure white in the snow, eyes an almost pitch black instead of the grayish-blue.

luz watching from a foxhole as the medic runs between foxholes, watching in quiet horror as a bullet connects and his body goes limp before he gets up. he watches as bile covers his molars as the skin stitches itself back together and the medic wipes the blood that dripped down the gentle slope of his nose.

in the woods a murder of crows follow his path. they roost above his foxhole in the darkness, cawing in distaste at errant bullets or the off and on flare lighting the sky blue and white.

he packs his gums with herbs from home and moss that has been blown off of trees by mortars like a deer in the depth of winter. when babe hands him food that slowly is congealing his nose will curl in distaste, only eating a few bites before packing his gums and lighting a cigarette.

[lazicalm]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eugene Roe & Ronald Speirs Characters: Eugene Roe, Ronald Speirs, Frank Perconte, David Kenyon Webster, Charles Grant Additional Tags: Cryptid Roe, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, scary freaky and off putting roe my beloved, Time Skips, Song: BUTCHER OF THE WORLD (Lingua Ignota) Summary:

Speirs never knew that muscles would disconnect from bone with a sickening pop and pull– almost like rubber being stretched to its limit.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters/Eugene Roe Characters: Lewis Nixon, Richard Winters, Eugene Roe, other boys but im too lazy to tag them Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, cryptid eugene roe, but its mostly quirks and tiny things not super big, Song: Ptolemaea (Ethel Cain) Summary:

Gene looks at him with big eyes–eyebrows shifting in shock as he stares at the blood. Nix can see his teeth with the way his mouth is open–can see the sharpest canines he’s ever seen, and molars that lock together in a way he’d only seen in the old coyote mounts his father would keep–where their skulls were stuck inside of the skins and kept there.

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“Above Earth’s lamentation, I catch the sweet though far-off hymn that hails a new creation. No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that rock I’m clinging.” HOW CAN I KEEP FROM SINGING by Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter

Cryptid roe being able to shift in some way with a set amount of animals/forms….. a coyote with a slim rib cage and small hips trailing into fox company in the dead of night and snuffling around the foxholes. A shuddering black wolf watching from the edges of the woods, gazing knowingly at Germans as they peak into the trees. A black cat that walks figure eights between winters legs in a small town. A black horse that grazes calmly as the company walks past the paddock. A melanistic buck traipsing its way through holes and pockets left by mortars with its antlers proudly on display.

He is the kindest sweetest beast in the woods. He whines and gnashes his teeth but will bow his head for gentle fingers to run through the fur on the top of his head. He will nip and bow expecting chase and will sleep curled up at the edges of men’s beds (when Lipton was sick he was the sweetest little cat curled up on his chest (he was afraid that if he wasn’t constantly on top of him he would somehow come back to the room and Lipton would not be with them anymore)).

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This is me telling you that to fully understand the visions I am blessed with by divine beings (cryptid roe) you HAVE TO listen to lingua ignota and reverend kristin michael hayter. When you do it shall ALL make sense!!!!!!! Days of tears and mourning by lingua!!!! It’s the exact clash of holy and horror!!!! Whenever I reference his voice fraying I imagine like the vocal layering in IDUMEA by reverend!!! IM THREATENING YOU TO LISTEN TO HER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come back afterwards and it shall all make sense!!!!!!!!!