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  1. ohh i like this a lot, heartbreaking and beautifully written! what you convey in 100 words is amazing, i could never. i especially like the stone-part because it feels so vivid and .... grey at the same time.
    and that "He never feels quite steady again." really caught me off guard :')
    thank you so much for writing and sharing <3

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    1. Thank you so much I’m crying 😭 ❤️

      Honestly, I didn’t really expect anyone to like this story because it’s so specific to a lot of very, very niche interests of mine. So I’m baffled and emotional and fucking ecstatic that it’s actually getting comments!

      What a joy that the stone part worked for you. That was exactly what I set out to achieve: the unbearably slow, horrible walk into death that slowly turns the remaining men into something as hard, and cold, and empty, and colorless as King William island, until there’s just that last spark of life remaining in Edward that’s hardly more than a vague memory of feelings and wordless images. But it’s so intense you know? If the world around you is grey and lifeless, the smallest memory of color and happiness is everything

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      1. op your mind!! honestly it's incredible how much thought you put into this. i've just read your other comment about edward as a quintessential sailor and then thinking about the worst thing that could happen to him-- and you're absolutely right, the freezing in of the ships must have been so uncanny for the "newbies". i had just never really thought about this and just accepted it as part of the journey, so thanks for opening my eyes to this very particular horror, as if the show wouldn't already introduce enough horror scenarios. i think little (haha) things like this have far more eerie potential than the obvious ones like tuunbaq, so it's really really nice to read something that focuses more on them!
        a vague memory of feelings and wordless images hnnnnngh!

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        1. Awww, thanks <<3. It’s a weird quirk of my mind that the more thought I put into a story the shorter it gets, somehow (until I reach galaxy brain levels, at which point I just stare into space and yell määääääään like a cheap copy of James Fitzjames).

          The subtle horror in The Terror is something that endlessly fascinates me. If I might add another layer of disquieting thoughts: What makes the subtle things, like unfamiliar sounds etc, worse imo is that it is very hard to talk to others about it. I mean, a demon bear that eats people? It’s a tangible thing. Even if you’re a naturally reticent lieutenant who is very careful about keeping a professional countenance at all times, you can awknowledge its existence (even if it’s just under the guise of developing defense strategies). But the small shifts in your environment? How can you tell your crew mates that the stillness of a ship frozen in unsettles you, that the permanent darkness gets under your skin? For Edward, with his introvert personality and in his role as first lieutenant, it’s a nearly impossible feat. And who could he talk to, anyway? Crozier? His fellow lieutenants? I don’t think so. And so all of it stays in his head and slowly starts affecting his mind, his sense of reality. My poor baby :(

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