the arm and sword of a bastard god

What did this episode teach you, children?

  1. Erwin fucking Smith is a crazy bastard.
  2. Erwin fucking Smith is daddy dominant level 100: hanging from a Titan’s mouth and still giving orders.
  3. Erwin fucking Smith is fucking crazy.
  4. Erwin fucking Smith lopped off his own fucking arm with his own fucking sword and managed to do the daring young man on the flying trapeze to Eren.
  5. God knows how long Erwin fucking Smith hung there like a piece of lettuce in the Titan’s teeth before deciding ‘welp, time to chop chop outta here’
  6. Erwin fucking Smith is a crazy bastard who needs to impregnate me or Levi as soon as possible.

Always glad to help! Finding new good music is a great thing. I don’t know how much doom you know so I’ll just list a bunch that I like. I will post the list (not in any order, all kinds of doom), so that perhaps, some others will add to it. Cheers! :)

  • Acid Bath
  • The Flight Of Sleipnir
  • Woods of Ypres
  • Dragged Into Sunlight
  • The Sword
  • Insomnium
  • Church Of Misery
  • The Morningside
  • Celtic Frost
  • Amenra
  • Be'Lakor
  • Ocean Chief
  • Samothrace
  • Hooded Menace
  • Shrinebuilder
  • XII Boar
  • Orthodox
  • Swallow the Sun
  • Lord Mantis
  • Arkham Witch
  • Black Sabbath
  • Grand Magus
  • Candlemass
  • Coffinworm
  • VYGR
  • Dopethrone
  • Cathedral
  • Horse Latitudes
  • Bädr Vogu
  • Judd Madden
  • Thorr’s Hammer
  • Om
  • Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats
  • Crowbar
  • Womb
  • Ophis
  • Windhand
  • Horn Of The Rhino
  • Sleep
  • Cult Of Luna
  • Saint Vitus
  • Lair of the Minotaur
  • Thou
  • Tzun Tzu
  • An Autumn For Crippled Children
  • Apostate (Ukraine)
  • Disembowelment
  • Wormphlegm
  • Neurosis
  • Electric Wizard
  • Fleshpress
  • Ramesses
  • Swallowed
  • House Of Low Culture
  • Goat Horn
  • Pallbearer
  • Ataraxie
  • Cough
  • Old Man Gloom
  • Primitive Man
  • Bongripper
  • Serpentine Path
  • Floor
  • Dea Marica
  • Agrimonia
  • Slabdragger
  • Buzzov•en
  • Rwake
  • Atolah
  • Pentagram
  • October Tide
  • Earth
  • Pantheïst
  • Novembers Doom
  • Culted
  • Conan
  • Buried at Sea
  • Meth Drinker
  • Orange Goblin
  • Shadow Of The Torturer
  • Noothgrush
  • Jucifer
  • Abyssmal Sorrow
  • Winter
  • 40 Watt Sun
  • Derkéta
  • Gallhammer
  • Druid Lord
  • 13
  • Herder
  • Psychonaut 4
  • Nortt
  • Weedeater
  • Ahab
  • Corrupted
  • Haast’s Eagled
  • Teeth Of The Hydra
  • Seidr
  • My Dying Bride
  • Eibon (France)
  • Doom:VS
  • Goatsblood
  • EyeHateGod
  • Loss
  • The Arm and Sword of a Bastard God
  • Mournful Congregation
  • Grief
  • Khanate
  • Sunn O)))
  • Yob
  • Evoken
  • Ascend
  • Vallenfyre

anonymous asked:

omgggg, that fic was gorgeous!! will you write one about when macintosh returns? (please, omg i am such trash)

guys i’m supposed to be working on captain swan smut what is happening in my life. thank you thank you thank you <3

anyway, all good ships need some angst, so batten down the hatches, lads and lassies. part i is here

“What good is a queen who doesn’t keep her word?”

She knows.

She’s known for days, as fast as messenger birds can fly from the battlefields. Humans and horses are a mite slower, so she’s had time to prepare.

They’re safe after several weeks of skirmishes and clashing war parties, the enemy beaten off with their tails between their legs for a time. Dunbroch breathes on, its lifeblood made up of the mundane everyday life: women at their weaving, farmers in their fields, witches in their woods.

They’re safe, but they’re hurting.

The crown on her head has never felt heavier than in this moment. Macintosh kneels before her, head bowed. The rains haven’t let up in weeks; his hair is matted to his face and neck, his wee silly stripes bleed blue down his chest and arm. The paint has probably stained his cloak and it’s a shame. It’s a good cloak, warm and practical. But in the end, she supposes it doesn’t matter. All good things must come to an end.

The pommel of her clan’s broadsword is warm under her hands. Her arms don’t shake, she’s had days to come to this on her own terms. She’s steady, far steadier than she was the night she sent him off with a plea masked as a warning. The night he made her a promise.

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