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Knight's Shadow, Chapter 36 - The Monastery

#greatcoats #the greatcoats series #greatcoats don't kneel #kest #falcio #falcio val mond #kest murrowson #saint kest #saint of swords #sebastien de castell #sketch #fanart #my art

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Dinner Party, #2

A Count The Days story. Bad things happen- prompt: tongue trauma. Content warning for mouth gore, asphyxiation and strong themes of dehumanisation.

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As they discuss what to do to him, Mere stands over Haskell, still dazed from being smothered into unconsciousness, stroking his face gently. He seems to wake up a little when a consensus is reached to take off his shirt, and it takes the two ATLAS-types to drag the shirt off him, exposing his pale torso to the harsh light of the room. Mere pokes and prods at the most recent wounds, light scratches over the man's stomach, and Haskell slips out of his dazed stupor and whines like a kicked dog. "What did you do here?" he asks.

"Just-"

"Get off me," snarls Haskell. Mere presses his hand over his mouth and nose, suffocating him again, and gestures for Iverson to carry on as Haskell struggles for air, smacking his head on the table.

"Just with a knife. A decent bit of blood, took my time with it." Iverson glances at Haskell as he goes limp again, slipping into unconsciousness, and Mere eases his hand off and goes back to stroking his face as he comes around. "If you want him to be quiet just gag him. It's not worth it."

"I don't want him to be quiet," says Mere, and taps Haskell on the shoulder, shaking him awake. "I want you to know just how powerless you are right now." He gestures to the ATLAS-types to sit him up and they do, still holding his hands. "I want him upstairs in front of the mirrored wardrobe. I think that’s a good one."

Haskell tries to pull free again but is just picked up, shrieking and thrashing, by one the ATLAS-types, held under his arm. He meets Iverson's eye and screams for Iverson to make them stop, stop, he'll even put the collar back on of his own accord, please, but Iverson just shakes his head and watches them carry him out. Mere picks up the plate of scraps of leftover meat as he leaves, and holds up a hand. "Listen," he says simply.

The Specials listen. There's a scream of fuck you, fuck all of you, fuck- and then it's cut off with a solid thud and a cry of pain. Another thud and the cry cuts into a whimper. Iverson hopes they haven't just killed the bastard- that's something he wants to do when the time comes- but follows the group anyways upstairs and is pleasantly surprised at what he sees in the bedroom there. It's someone else's bedroom- or rather, was, because the State owns the house now- and curtains drawn and lights on, it could be anywhere in the state. The ATLAS-types between them have tied a rather withdrawn and trembling Haskell to a chair by his hands behind his back and his ankles, stripped down to his boxers, every scar plain to see. They've punched him, seemingly, and there is blood dripping down his nose and from his mouth, into the rags they've stuffed back into his mouth and gagged him with again.

That's not the best part. The best part is the mirror, wall to ceiling on the front of the wardrobe. He's right in front of it, so anything he does, he will see. If he cries or begs, then he'll have to see himself doing it.

Iverson smiles and steps back to sit on the end of the bed, pushing the frilled covers out of his way. Mere steps in, taking off his greatcoat and rolling up his sleeves, leaving his gloves on. He takes a lamb bone from the plate and holds it up to Haskell in the mirror, kneeling down so they're both on a level. "You're hungry, aren't you?"

Haskell just nods.

"You resent being treated like a dog. Let me tell you, if the Division says you are no better than a dog then you are no better. So here's what I propose: either you just give in and I'll get you a plate from the kitchen with what's left. Proper, good food, not just scraps, still warm. You can eat it on the floor with your hands behind your back like the dog you are these days."

Haskell glares at him.

"Not nice, hm?"

He shakes his head and there's almost feral anger back in his eyes.

Mere smiles. "You don't think that’s nice. Alright. Well, the other option is we sit here with this plate of bones and trust me, you will regret what I do with the bones." He claps a hand on Haskell's shoulder in a show of mock camaraderie. "So, do you want me to get you a plate from the kitchen?" He pulls the rags from Haskell's mouth.

"Your shitty little bribe doesn't convince me," he says hoarsely. Mere splinters the bone and the crack makes Haskell pale a little.

"Just remember," says Mere. "You can change your mind. Just tap out if you can't speak." He puts his fingers in Haskell's mouth and pulls out his tongue. "Don't struggle," he says simply as Haskell tries to pull away. "If you'll struggle you'll bleed more." He takes a long spear of bone and ever so gently, pushes it through Haskell's tongue. Pierces it right through. Haskell screams, as best he can with Mere holding his tongue, which is dripping blood, the white bone through it very quickly slick with blood. He chokes on his own blood, coughs it up and all the while Mere holds his tongue out.

"Look at yourself," says Mere as he pulls the bone back out with another pained groan from Haskell, who licks up the blood dripping down his chin with a shudder. "Just look." He pierces the bone through Haskell's tongue again, and pushes it right the way through his bottom lip, taking his time so it doesn't snap. Haskell groans throughout, shivering and coughing up the blood he swallows. Mere rests his hands on his shoulders, putting his fingers in the deep rakes of scarring left by the whip that have since healed. Haskell usually goes to great pains to hide those scars in particular and Mere enjoys the fact that he has the man laid- almost- bare in front of him.

Mere gestures in the mirror, other hand on Haskell's bare thigh, idly tracing the crisscrossed scars there as he chuckles to himself. "Look, Haveter, look what's become of you."

Haskell does see. Painfully starkly. And he wishes he couldn't.

Mere gently brushes the bone that's through Haskell's tongue and lip, and then with a slow twist pulls it out once more. "All you have to do is ask for me to stop and I will."

Haskell screws up his face as Mere draws the bone out, slower than he really needs to, and then shakes his head. "Alright, alright," he says, almost tearful, spitting blood down his front as he talks. "I'll do it." He looks up at Mere.

Mere hesitates with a fresh sliver of bone, and then he smiles. "Oh, there we have it!" he exclaims. "Get this man a plate of meat and potatoes, mash it up, would you?" he says to one of the men close to him. Iverson steps back in to wipe his face, and puts the collar back on. Haskell visibly relaxes but still looks almost distraught as they untie him from the chair but keep his hands behind his back, kneeling him down on the carpet of the bedroom.

The plate is set down gently in front of him and he stares at it, disgusted with the hunger in his stomach and the fact he's salivating as the smell of the warm food hits him even though all he can taste is blood. Disgusted with himself, even, the fact he's barely wearing anything but his boxers and a fucking collar, that he kneeled, that he asked for this, gave in. But he's so fucking hungry and sometimes, sometimes you just have to play the game.

He stoops down and with a final flicker of bitter hesitation, puts his face into the plate of mashed-up potato and lamb and picks up a mouthful of it in his mouth. He chews, sits up, swallows, tastes blood and meat and duck fat. The Specials gather around and watch him as he eats, slowly, carefully, putting his face to the plate to take a mouthful then sitting up to chew. He prays he can retain a little dignity even when he's eating like an animal. A single tear drips down his face and his cheeks burn with shame but he still takes delicate mouthfuls each time, keeping his face as serene as he can. Just because you are treated like an animal, he reminds himself, doesn’t mean you have to act like one.

He just focuses on the food. For once, he feels warm and sated and almost relaxed. It's a good meal. Never fucking mind about how they're making me eat it, he thinks. Just that it's a good one.

#whump writing #count the days #original writing #whump #bad things happen bingo #collar whump #captivity whump #mouth trauma

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Aggressively Arospec Week!

Aggressively Arospec -

Kest Murrowson, The Greatcoats Series by Sebastien de Castell - Demiromantic Ace, at least in my mind :)

#AggressivelyArospecWeek #aggressivelyarospecweek #aromantic #demiromantic #aro #aro pride #kest murrowson #he's a little bit in love with Falcio #lets be honest #falcio val mond #arospec #aspec pride #greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #lgbtqia+ #pride month #happy pride 🌈 #fanart #my art

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Banners I made during the first lockdown. Greatcoats, How to Train Your Dragon, Riyria, and Musketeers.

#the greatcoats #riyria #httyd #musketeers #greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #riyria revelations #riyria chronicles #dragons #the three musketeers #bbc musketeers #crafts #banners

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*in the land of the dead after Shuran chopped both his hands off*

Kest: Don't worry, Falcio. I've still got two legs to lose, and then my head after that!

My immediate thought:

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #kest murrowson #falcio val mond #monty python #monty python and the holy grail #such an ansty scene #and yet #this is all i can think about #incorrect greatcoats

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Kest and Brasti just having a sit down while they let Falcio deal with the Pertine knight. His kingdom, his problem.

Quote from The Three Musketeers (1993)

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[five ducal knights ride up]

Falcio : Only a fool would try and arrest us twice in one day.

Knight Captain : You're under arrest.

Brasti : A fool.

Knight Captain : Are you coming peacefully or do you intend to resist?

Brasti : Oh don't be so stupid, of course we intend to resist! Just give us a moment, all right?

[between themselves:]

Kest : Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair.

Brasti : Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender.

Chalmers : Excuse me, but there's four of us.

Falcio : It's not your fight. You're not a Greatcoat.

Chalmers : I may not wear a real Greatcoat, but I believe I have the heart of a Magistrate.

Brasti : Warrior!

Kest : Poet!

Falcio : You got a name?

Chalmers : Chalmers.

Falcio : Falcio, Brasti, Kest.

Brasti : Pleased to meet you again.

Kest : Pleasure.

Brasti : Everyone acquainted?

[the four whirl around and draw their weapons]

Brasti : NOW, we are prepared to resist you!

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #kest murrowson #brasti goodbow #falcio val mond #source: three musketeers #three musketeers #these three are just musketeer vibes #incorrect greatcoats #incorrect quotes #fanart #my art

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I'm sorry, but it had to be done...

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #brasti goodbow #im a luxury #few can afford #he absolutely is #fanart #my art

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Later...

Really bad, I know, but I just love this scene from Traitor's Blade, I just find it so funny.

If anyone wants to draw this out properly, I would love it! I may come back to it another day when I'm actually in the mood to draw properly.

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #sebastien de castell #the greatcoats #kest murrowson #brasti goodbow #falcio val mond #fan comic #bad drawing #fanart #my art #traitor's blade

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Brasti Goodbow, Saint of Archery (one day)

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #sebastien de castell #the greatcoats #brasti goodbow #fanart #my art #archery #i hate drawing hands

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He'd been quiet for most of the journey, fighting his own battle inside himself. The urge to draw his blade was so strong that it was burning him up inside.

#kest murrowson #greatcoats #the greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #sebastien de castell #more kest #havent drawn him in a while #not properly anyway #love kest #angsty kest #knights shadow #fanart #my art

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Ok, this is niche but I gotta say it...

Romeo and Juliet Act 3, Scene 1 gives me mad Greatcoats vibes.

Hear me out...

Mercutio = Brasti, the dramatics, the innuendos, winding people up until they fight him

Benvolio = Kest, trying to keep the peace but will also throw hands over literally anything, and win

Romeo = Falcio, love-struck, hopeless romantic, constantly moping about his love life, talks when he should fight

A summary:

Kest: It’s hot outside and I don’t want to get in a fight, Brasti. Let’s go.

Brasti: You always say that and yet you’d fight literally anyone.

Kest: What are you talking about?

Brasti: You get angry at the tiniest thing. You’d fight yourself if you met you in the street. You’re a petty lil bitch and you want to tell me not to start a fight?

Kest: Yeah, but if I fought like you do, I’d be dead within the hour.

*One of their many enemies shows up, let’s say Jillard*

Jillard: Gentlemen, I want a word with one of you.

Brasti: Just one word with one of us? Why not a word and a blow?

Jillard: Don’t tempt me.

Brasti: You know you want to.

Jillard: You know that I hate you, you sing Falcio’s praises.

Brasti: Sing his praises? Bitch, please, do you think I’m his own personal Bardatti? Here’s my fiddlestick, this’ll make you dance.

Kest: People are watching, either go somewhere quiet or go away.

Brasti: Ah, let them watch, it’ll be a laugh.

*Falcio turns up*

Jillard: Calm down, Brasti. It’s Falcio I’m interested in.

Brasti: Well, he isn’t interested in you, except to fight you. 

Jillard: Falcio, you’re a dick.

Falcio: Whatever, Jillard. I’m not going to fight you.

Brasti: Screw that! I’ll fight you, Jillard. You don’t talk to Falcio like that! Draw your sword or I’ll beat the crap out of you.

Jillard: Alright, you asked for it.

*Jillard and Brasti start fighting. Brasti isn’t very good with a sword, but he’s annoying.*

Falcio: Ffs. Kest, stop these two idiots before one of them gets hurt. Jillard, stop! Brasti, you ass, give it up.

*Brasti gets stabbed. Jillard panics and runs away, knowing Falcio’s crazy fury will be unleashed any second.*

Brasti: Bugger, he got me. Screw you all. That’s it, I’m dead. Did I get him?

Kest: Stop being dramatic, are you actually hurt?

Brasti: Tis but a scratch... I think. It’s enough to be going on with. Chalmers, go get Ethalia, will you?

Falcio: Die quietly, Brasti, it’s not that bad.

Brasti: It’s not the worst I’ve seen, but Saints, it hurts. Ask for me tomorrow and I’ll be a grave man. Grave, get it? Gods, even dying, I’m funny. Shit, no, guys, I think this is actually serious. I think I really am dying. Fuck you all. I can’t believe that little bitch got me. He fights like a noble. Why did you get in the way, Falcio? 

Falcio: Oh shit, you are actually dying. I’m sorry, I was trying to stop the fight.

Brasti: Kest, get me out of here before I embarrass myself. I need the stories to say I died stoically but I’m bloody terrified. Fuck you all. 

*Kest carries Brasti away.*

Falcio: Gods, I rolled over for Jillard because Ethalia says I'm too violent, but Brasti thought he had to stand up for me and now he’s injured. 

*Kest comes back.*

Kest: He’s dead, Falcio. I can’t believe it, he’s dead. Oh, wonderful, Jillard is back. Just what we need.

Falcio: Fuck this shit. Jillard! Brasti has just met Death, and Saints forgive me if one of us isn’t going to go with him.

Jillard: Well, you’re his friend, you do it.

*Falcio rolls a Nat 20, rages, and slaughters Jillard.*

Kest: Ffs, Falcio. 

#greatcoats #the greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #incorrect greatcoats #falcio val mond #kest murrowson #brasti goodbow #romeo and juliet #the dramatics #the crude jokes #if brasti was killed #this is how he would go out #like a hero #headcannon #i have more #and this is gonna get zero notes #but idc #it needs to be said #sebastien de castell #the greatcoats series

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Brasti Goodbow

Part one of Happy Greatcoats - a little collection of moments where the Greatcoats are just... not dying, or almost dying, or being grievously injured. Solitary moments where they are just happy and calm, because they deserve it.

#happy greatcoats #brasti goodbow #greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #part 1 #water #he's just chilling #floating #but he's happy #and he deserves it #fanart #my art

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Some sketches I did recently of the Greatcoats. Falling in love with this series all over again on the second read!

#the greatcoats #greatcoats #falcio val mond #kest murrowson #brasti goodbow #my art #greatcoats don't kneel #fanart #sebastien de castell

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Chalmers

Part ten of Happy Greatcoats - a little collection of moments where the Greatcoats are just... not dying, or almost dying, or being grievously injured. Solitary moments where they are just happy and calm, because they deserve it.

#happy greatcoats #chalmers #happy chalmers #greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #part 10 #fanart #my art

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The Broken Heart, Saint's Blood

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #falcio val mond #brasti goodbow #kest murrowson #ethalia #saint of swords #saint of mercy #saint's blood #fanart #my art

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Where Brasti finally convinces Falcio and Kest that they should definitely be pirates.

Brasti: If I were a pirate, I'd call myself 'Blackbeard'.

Brasti: ...wait...

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Falcio: Why did we ever think listening to Brasti was a good idea?

Kest: He may not be smart but he's persistent. He would never have shut up.

Falcio: Brasti never shuts up. But now I have to listen to him never shut up on a boat.

#greatcoats #greatcoats don't kneel #the greatcoats #sebastien de castell #falcio val mond #kest murrowson #brasti goodbow #pirates au #pirates #fanart #my art