Ship Moodboard + snippet | The Apostate and The Phoenix | [redacted] x Joey Hudson
“One moment, one choice that I thought would lead me to certain death... ended up leading me to you. Fate doesn't seem that outlandish.”
“You believe that?”
His hand came to rest next to hers on the railing, their fingers brushing, “As much as Calahan believes fire solves every problem if you get creative enough.”
“That certain?”
“And then some, Jo.”
Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners @strangefable @purplehairsecretlair @direwombat
@cassietrn @voidika @carlosoliveiraa @finding-comfort-in-rain @imogenkol
@aceghosts @wrathfulrook @thesingularityseries @hookhearted @josephslittledeputy
@josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @la-grosse-patate @dumbassdep @theelderhazelnut
@jackiesarch @shellibisshe @marivenah @gearvmac @rhettsabbott
@onehornedbeast @kyber-infinitygems @g0dspeeed @simonxriley and anyone with something to share as WIP this week <3
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(WIP) Music Monday Tag | Tagged by @simplegenius042
The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.
I can play dirty, I won't have no mercy
Drop a match on my white flag, burn it down, lay it on my grave
I can be nasty, shoot you down in a backstreet
Run the town, favorite blonde vigilante
Blood on my guilty hands
I'll go pour a drink, man, 'cause it's Friday
Done with thinking, just wanna party
Bet it sucks to be you, well, go figure
You're the sucker who pulled the trigger
Go pour a drink, man, 'cause it's Friday
Got my best friend parked in my driveway
While I sip gin and juice and fuck with ya
Just remember who pulled the trigger
I started in a guarded place
I was young, full of faith
No one even knew my name
But still, I chased, ran the race
Do you know what I've been through?
I've felt forsaken with lost truths
Do you know what I've been through?
I can taste triumph
With the heart of a lion
You could be the endgame
Eye of the hurricane
Sleet in the pouring rain
You would be the checkmate
Loving what we became
Riding the tidal wave
You could the kingpin
Changing the world again
Sleep when the day is dead
You would be my weakness
Loving like Venus
Rule the apocalypse
And we got caught in the storm
At the end was the key to my heart
You were my lover for life
Oh, there's no time to sleep
Oh, living in a dream
So take me to the paradise in your eyes
Green like American money
You taste just right, sweet like Tennessee honey
And we can run away, swimming in the sunlight everyday
Oh, paradise in your eyes
Tagging, @strafethesesinners @strangefable @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @la-grosse-patate
@rhettsabbott @marivenah @shellibisshe @purplehairsecretlair @cassietrn
@josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @voidika @imogenkol @finding-comfort-in-rain
@gearvmac @trench-rot @thesingularityseries @hookhearted @onehornedbeast
@justasmolbard @simonxriley @aceghosts @theelderhazelnut @kyber-infinitygems
@carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook and anyone that would like to share some music <3
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Music Monday
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @starsandskies @shellibisshe @wrathfulrook @carlosoliveiraa @rhettsabbott @onehornedbeast @voidika @imogenkol @yokobai @derelictheretic @minilev @shallow-gravy @titiagls @afarcryfrommymain @megraen @softtidesworld @inafieldofdaisies @purplehairsecretlair @florbelles @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @skoll-sun-eater @cloudofbutterflies92 @red-nightskies @sleepyconfusedpotato and @thewanderer-000 + anyone else who wants to join in.
Three songs for one OC (or rather one group), one WIP and on companionships. Respectively for Wings And Horns, A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and The UnTitledverse. Listen and read below:
Wings And Horns is an Original Work I'm planning to write, which involves a pair of angels chasing after a pair of extremist demons who are trying to destroy the "Soulmate System"; a divine system designed to romantically pair souls together throughout lifetimes and reincarnation. Archangel Metatron and his companion, an Angel of Death named Azriel, are tasked with preserving the system, while a Demon from the Sloth Ring known as Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner soul by the name of Jezebel, start a campaign to abolish the Soulmate System due to the flaws that had personally affected Jezebel. "Carousel" encapsulates everyone's place in the system, how while it is well-meaning and capable of bringing joy to some, it does leave others at a disadvantage and gives a lack of choice in their destinies.
"'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel
Come, come one, come all
You must be this tall
To ride this ride at the carnival
Oh, come, take my hand
And run through playland
So high, too high at the carnival
And it's all fun and games
'Til somebody falls in love
But you've already bought a ticket
And there's no turning back now
'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel
This horse is too slow
We're always this close
Almost, almost, we're a freakshow
Right, right when I'm near
It's like you disappear
Where'd you go? Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow
And it's all fun and games
'Til somebody falls in love
But you've already bought a ticket
And there's no turning back now
'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel
Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?
You threw it in this damn coin slot
And now I'm stuck, I'm stuck
Riding, riding, riding
'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel."
Next song I'd say is less for the OC in The UnTitledverse I chose this for, by the name of Madame Callaghan, who is the director of C.Y.P.R.U.S, a multiverse organization that kidnaps children and trains them to be assassins and hitmen (amongst other unfavorable things), but more so for both Madame Callaghan and her expectation and relationship with her "children" as well; Mordecai (The Huntsman), Urijah (The Nihilist), Theodore or rather Theo (The Copycat) and lastly Candace (The Combatant). I tried to encompass the main figureheads of C.Y.P.R.U.S with this one.
"Time of the essence
Do not let me down (Down)
So many people in one place
It's time for us to make a presence
Time is of the essence
I won't let you down (Down)
So many people in one place
Oblivious, just like you say
So just trust me this one time
I know you won't regret it
I know you are sick, but so am I
And I will be there for you
Through time as it tick, tick, ticks
And I will be there for you
Through time as it tick, tick, ticks
And I will be there for you
My darling, I know there's certain things that you should know
I know this comes with a price that I'm willing to pay
Be ready
Something terrible is coming (something terrible is coming)
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
Everything I've worked for, and everything I do
You know that there's a reason that I do these things for you
I do it for the thrill, I do it for the fun
You've taught me there's a twisted usefulness in everyone
Let me prove my point, it will not disappoint
Just give me the word, I am ready, I am poised
Isn't this what a true friend would do?
I promised I would be there for you."
This song relates to Marissa "Ress" Bishop and Ortega "Ore" Brantley's bond with their Fallout companions in A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Ore has been around long enough to make companions during the events (though slightly altered) of Fallout (1997), 2, 3 and New Vegas, while Ress has been around to bond with her companions in Fallout 3, New Vegas and 4. After Fallout (1997) and Fallout 2, Ore takes an "keep at arms length" approach with human companions in 3 and New Vegas, because he's outlived the likes of Elrand Brant (The Vault Dweller), Ian, Tycho, Katja and likely John Cassidy and Vic as well (either to age or circumstances) including Elrand's granddaughter Finidy Mona (The Chosen One), whom had been killed by Ore's father, Arcane Urias. Ore mostly connects with non-human companions as they are either a Ghoul or a Super Mutant and have a longer lifespan, until he makes a connection with Ryder (Courier Six). Meanwhile, Ress has the luck of gaining companions and keeping in contact with them in less than a decade, and due to her upbringing with the Bishop Crime Family, has a need to socialize and keep her companions close. She understands that due to her father, Urias', biology she'll likely outlive most others just like Ore, so she takes it upon herself to make as much meaningful relationships as possible to remember fondly over. The reason Ore and Ress gravitate towards these companions is either due to a sentimental reason or even because nearly all companions are as odd and outcasted as the brother and sister are.
"Hey, everybody loses it
Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes
And hey, yeah, I know what you're goin' through
Don't let it get the best of you
You'll make it out alive
Oh, people like us, we've got to stick together
Keep your head up, nothin' lasts forever
Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten
It's hard to keep high when you're living on the bottom
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
We're all misfits living in a world on fire
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Sing it for the people like us, the people like us
Hey, this is not a funeral
It's a revolution after all your tears have turned to rage
Just wait, everything will be okay
Even when you're feelin' like it's goin' down in flames, oh."
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WIP WITH MUSIC TIME
I'm always drawing and writing, but I hardly post WIPs these days. But! I was tagged by @imogenkol and @simplegenius042 recently, and more over the last few weeks, so here's another WIP of my Far Cry New Dawn OC River Palmer 💕
And maybe this is a bit Basic™️ , but this song reminds me of River. He's a bitter bastard and sweet too underneath it all and too busy for romance, but as he'd probably say, "Don't need a storybook romance, Cap'n, for a night of fantasy..."
Tagging @coetiroedd , @noodlecupcakes , @strangefable , @voidbuggg , @voidika , @cassietrn , @la-grosse-patate , @shallow-gravy , @josephseedismyfather , @strafethesesinners , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @simonxriley , @inafieldofdaisies , @scorpiosleeps and whoever else wants to show off something neat
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You KNOW I'm asking about the soapy boobs wip!!!!!!!
THANK YOU KIKI and also to @galaxycunt and @wrathfulrook who asked about the soapy boobs!! this one is actually exactly what it sounds like. faithjen bath time smut. excerpt below:3
“There’s nothing I could possibly fear,” Faith dismissed, propping herself on her hands and lifting herself to spin on the porcelain ledge, draping her legs over the width of the tub with heels propped on the opposite side. “Not from the bliss. Not from being near you.”
Jenna sighed, lifting her hand to trail damp, pruning fingertips along the length of the woman’s leg in subtle acquiescence, feeling the small scrapes and caked dirt texturing the skin, signs she’d spent the day hard at work herself.
It was also its own form of danger from exposure that Faith faced. Working with the end product. Being in the public eye. One Jenna couldn’t as easily mitigate with rigid safety protocol.
“It’s not about feeling fear or not,” Jenna countered, sliding downward and straightening her spine to sit more upright. Closer, she could smell past the perfume of bliss to the subtle musk of sunbaked sweat. “It’s a practical risk analysis.”
Faith giggled, softening again, but with a practiced dismissiveness all the same.
“So concerned with what’s practical,” Faith hummed in lament, now dipping a foot into the bathwater, flakes of dirt dissolving from the calloused skin to float alongside the petals as she rolled her ankle to stir more ripples. “Wouldn’t it be more practical for us to wash off together?”
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