#teapirating

[amourfleurissant]

@teapirating

      Out of this whole city Francis had only seen one familiar face so far. It was kind of... Wearing on him. He was always the perky one. Peppy-- at least that’s how he presented himself besides being the ‘mature sibling’ type. This place was strange and he wasn’t quite sure he could get used to it at this rate. Not when he felt more and more like something was missing from him.

      His people. 

      That said, any more familiar faces might be nice. Perhaps that was asking too much. Yes, it must be. There must be a reason for this, right? God did this to him for some reason. Perhaps it was his constant avoidance in religion lately? Who was he kidding, he was growing more and more agnostic every day anyway. And it was simply---

      A familiar face. That’s all he wanted. You could imagine how surprised he was to feel such relief when he caught sight of a certain familiar face. Any other time he would have shamed himself for such a sudden excitement, suddenly dashing after the other--- there was no way that could be anyone else. Being the same persons ‘enemy’ for over a thousand years made them easy to miss in a crowd after all! Francis suddenly reaches the other, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him back, panting from the sudden surge he pushed himself to.

      “England!?”

[tzrv-arch]

@teapirating

"INTERESTING . . . THEN I SHALL POSE THIS QUESTION UNTO THEE, SERF. SO ANSWEREST WITH HASTE IF YOU KNOWEST. ” If this person had the courage to even look at him, he was of use. “WHERE IS THIS CITY?"

[soldiermaiden]

AESTHETIC MEME ⚜ ARTHUR KIRKLAND

a gentleman is one who puts more into the world than he takes out. @teapirating

[saintism]

                         ( @teapirating )

          SCENES CHANGE RAPIDLY, SHIFTING BETWEEN one of victory and triumph to the current setting she finds herself. the ground beneath her is cold---hard, even---as she begins to realize she was somewhere else. metal bars line around her, a darkened silhouette resting in one of the prison cells beside her. familiar, this was all too much like she recalls. though she knows she is in a dream, briefly she wonders just whose it was. whether it was her own or another’s, she would have to wait and see as she observes her surroundings.

          armour had been stripped from her body, only the dress which she had been given during her time in these prisons. so this was sometime in the beginning of her capture, getting up as she steps forward to grab the bars and attempt to peek out down the corridors. before long a set of footsteps sound, soon revealing a face she had met before in the city prior.

                                    ah, was this dream his, then? or perhaps it was both.

          ❝ England--- ❞ that was what he had said he was, wasn’t it? the last time they spoke. ❝ Why am I here again? ❞

[tzrv-arch]

Trope

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

Humanoid Abomination / Was Once a Man 

Ivan was a man~ or maybe he was a monster man. Or maybe he was… just a monster~(?)

He’s not just a soul anchored to all the things he merged with in an ice armor or anything fantastical like that. It’s really all his once human body. He lost his face, there’s ridges in the ice through which you could possibly see his insides since electricity lights up from within sometimes, and he’s got still organic tissue somewhere in there since he can bleed. Also his tusks extend and bend like tentacles in combat. There’s no say where ice stops and skin starts. He’s not only far gone from human, he’s even so far gone from what the Yaga themselves consider acceptable that it’d send them into a breakdown seeing him. 

[erudorago]

@teapirating​ | Familiar face

The woman behind the counter, with her back turned, laughed lightly at the request, the sound as welcome as the shuffle of waves on a calm day. She prepared an concoction away from prying eyes.   She turned around with a simple drink in hand. A type of  weak rum, lemon, and mint.   “ Coming to a bar feeling like shite isn’t the best idea I’ve heard but, don’t worry, I got something that’ll pick you up. Used to make it on my ship all the t-...”

Her voice trailed off when she saw the face of the man who said there. Her eyes widened a bit. While she was Heroic Spirit, being summoned to any world was not out of the ordinary... but..... one of her crew? Alive? Could it be?     “... Kirkland, is that you?”

[minzuzhuyi-blog]

          “ Ssh, ssshhhh,  ”     --- Fingers wave lazily before him, grasping at the air mere centimeters from the other’s lips disregarding his previously slow stream of nervous  ( relevant, though the nation would never admit that to his face )  questions and coinciding with the childish actions, takes a heavy gulp from the thermos in his hands. Its contents are unknown, only that it’s been helping him endure the Hive’s nuances. Straightening his back with a groan, Yao mumbles a few curses, relaxing with a hand thrown over the other’s shoulders.     “ You need to learn how to relax sometimes; I’m surprised that your tendons haven’t torn yet with how tense you constantly are. Yingguo? England? Arthur? Mm, it’s hard figuring out what to call you outside of professional conferences.  ”

     // @teapirating liked for a starter !!