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schelofthesea · 9 months
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i make my return from hiatus yippee!! gonna get back to posting art here again
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helloooo my dearest darling listeners, i am back on my soapbox to regale you all with the marvelous things i witnessed/experienced on my Whimsical As Fuck™️ three hour drive today. not necessarily in order <3
some cute does with bigass floppy ears / very sweet waitress who called me "hon" and put the most tasty looking crepes on my table / a pair of hawks divebombing a golden eagle / a kite (the bird) / a flock of magpies / some GORGEOUS scenery / a rainbow / lovely rain sprinklings / MORE gorgeous scenery, i mean what the fuck / fields of purple/orange/red tipped bushes / a meadow of buttercup-yellow very tall grass, in which many picturesque trees stood / lots of fluffy, adorable, tasty cows / a large herd of likely-feral horses with a wonderful variety of patterns & colors / the fluffiest husky ever / the juxtaposition of cold wind through an open window + warm sunlight / the most stunning snow-coated mountain of whites and blues in the sun, wreathed in clouds / no seriously some really fucking Gorgeous scenery, i was near tears with some of it
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dewarism · 10 months
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HE'S ALIVE!!!!!
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orbdotexe · 1 month
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They were supposed to be– No. Something’s wrong. 
They’re supposed to be the last hope. The Light’s last argument against the Darkness.
This isn’t supposed to be happening. 
In other words, a Shin Malphur in denial over his "end to last rites and final words" drags Drifter down with him. Drifter really really doesn't want to be here nor interact with the Young Wolf, rather fresh into their exile. Shin says Win-Win, Drifter says Lose-Lose.
Important lore bits (ik its weird to have important Canon Lore to an AU but. well im not sane so): Drifter's hallucinations from the Nine, Shin's lorebook to the Young Wolf. Set a bit before Season of the Drifter.
[ao3]
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“So… What’s all this about?” The Drifter eyes the Hunter across from him, leaning against the decrepit wall and shielded from the dull light overhead. The air is stale and suffocating, and his usually laid-back tone is tense. “Thought you were retiring.”
“You know what this is about,” came the response from a dead voice, though the Drifter couldn’t place if the tone was irritation or some kind of sorrow. “The Guardian. You know the one.”
He braces as he watches Shin Malphur stalk away from the wall, helmeted head still shadowed by his hood. “Still doesn’t tell me why you’re here,” the Drifter says, terse, keeping his ground as the man stares him down through the solid visor. 
Maybe Shin wasn’t here on any of that business, but there was, nonetheless, an air around the man. Different from the one he was once so familiar with, but overshadowing all the same.
“Something isn’t right.” There’s a finality to the Dredgen Hunter’s voice that forces his eyes away. Even without looking, he knew Shin had not let up, and wouldn’t until he had whatever answer he wanted.
Drifter sighs, realizing where the conversation must’ve been going. “Ain’t the first to tell me that… And what do you want me to do about it? I doubt they’ll have any interest in this operation.”
From everything he’s… overheard, the Guardian had come off as impulsive to him, yes—But if Shin was right, then any assumptions made from their stunt in the Prison couldn’t be trusted. Even without those, though, they were still dangerous and unpredictable. Especially now—
“Talk to them. Tell me what you think. Disguise it as a helping hand—We both know your games; it wouldn’t be a hard sell.” Shin states, almost nonchalantly. He bristles.
“Do you know what yer asking me? If you’re wrong–” 
“I’m not.” The Hunter’s certainty almost forces him to do a double take, and he clenches his jaw.
“–But if you are,” he grits out, “I’m sure you know better than me what they’re capable of. You’ve obviously been watching them, and I’ve only seen what reports I can get my hands on.” Which, in fairness, was a good amount—but there's a difference between watching a video or reading a few paragraphs, and having been there.
He wasn’t going to risk his life for a hunch, least of all one from the Man With The Golden Gun. Drifter trusted that he’d keep his word, and that the man was more than physically capable, but he knew enough unpredictable exiles already to figure it a bad idea.
“Then take some time to watch,” the Hunter insists. Drifter didn’t know what to make of his tone anymore. “You’ll see what I mean when I say there’s something wrong. I thought you’d recognize… some things.”
He opens his mouth to question what that meant, but is cut off by Shin pulling out a data tablet and holding it out to him. Drifter stares at it for a few moments, before gingerly taking it. 
“What games you playing at?” He questions, suspicious, switching between eyeing the man and the video. He recognizes the armor of the Young Wolf, and their dead, exhausted movements. Still, nothing out of the usual, aside from the discarded helmet.
“I don’t play games, Hope.” He doesn’t have the chance to object to the name before Shin continues, stiff. “Look closer.”
“What, finally found something to… to…” Drifter begins to sneer, intending to mock his business partner’s caution, before he registers the Guardian’s face. Something about their expression rings a bell in his mind.
“Fear? Not quite.”
It dawns on him that the tone he couldn’t place earlier was… veiled worry, snapping his eyes up from the video.
Shin fucking Malphur, worried he was wrong about someone. That was already strange enough, but he had decided to put his faith in them, without so much as meeting them. Drifter isn’t sure if he should laugh or try to knock some sense into the man, regardless of the harm that would come to himself in doing so.
“We’ve known each for how long, without any more trust than in shared interests?” He pauses, searching Shin’s visor, speechless. The Hunter does not speak, and only gives a tilt of his head. Drifter can imagine him raising a brow at him.
“You’ve suddenly decided you could trust someone, an’ you–” Despite himself, a single, disbelieving laugh escapes him as he struggles over his words. “–You want me to… play therapist? Is that what this is?”
 “It’s in your interest, too.” If Shin was bothered by his reaction, it doesn’t show, and Drifter throws his hand up at the simplicity of the statement. What the hell is this?
“If you’re right, sure! But you–” 
“You saw their face. I saw the recognition cross yours.” 
His jaw slams shut at the interruption and Drifter grits his teeth, before taking a breath and continuing a bit more painstakingly. “Doesn’t mean they didn’t try to kill him, just means they’ve got… other problems. I can only do so much, and only for one of those.” 
“That’s enough for me,” Shin states, ever level. Insane, were Drifter asked.
“And who’s to say either of us are right?” He throws his hand out in a sweeping motion, vaguely referring to the whole of the problem. “If we’re both wrong about their state, what then?”
Shin doesn’t respond, helmet tilted towards the long-abandoned bar behind the Drifter. Even unable to see his eyes, not being pinned on the spot by that hidden glare was almost relieving—And would’ve been, if not for the reason.
Drifter can’t help the disbelieving, bordering on manic chuckle that escapes him. “You’re too set on this.” 
“Meet them, at least. Tell me what you think after.” 
He glares a moment before, “I’m only agreeing to this because you have a good eye. Don’t expect this to be common.”
“You’ll be making a new friend, you’ll live.” 
“Better hope so,” he grumbles.
Shin only hums in response, apparently satisfied.
Prick.
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liamthemailman · 14 days
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"living a peaceful retirement"
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psst! inbox is open for Ace!
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sameboot · 2 years
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Elemental vampires are a type of mutant human. Having each made a deal with the cosmic entity dubbed the Vampire God, they and their proceeding lineage are bound to an “element” of their choosing. While a vampire has a powerful magical dominion over their element, it is, in turn, their sole source of sustenance. Their magic bite can transform any living organism into a being composed of their element, to then either be manipulated as a minion or eaten.
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totallylegitlion · 1 year
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The Mandalorian Chapter 20 spoilers out of context
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weazawoo · 2 years
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OMGG?!?! A SILL,Y LITTLE REDRAW!!!!!!!
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drags myself to bed and sleeps ( still a epic crossover )
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ncgz · 4 days
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HI EVERYONE
I've been gone for a super long time and I'm so sorry, but I'm here, I'm alive, hello!
not much to talk about, I have a brain problem, and a crush so 👍👍
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pepprs · 8 months
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no because this is fucking CRAZY for me. and connects exactly to the post i was going to make after i finished cleaning the kitchen which im making rn instead lol. it’s CRAZY how much having things to look forward to like traveling and seeing a musical like.. make me happy. how much listening to my favorite songs matters for my sense of self. how i still know the words no matter how long it’s been since i last heard them. it’s CRAZY. i have been swallowed by depression and stasis for so fucking long and have forgotten so much of myself and experience every day as scraping by and being miserable but even the smallest little joys have the power to bring me back. buying golden oreos at the campus food store. doodling a cat when i want to doodle a cat. taking a walk outside even when there’s work to do. it’s CRAZY!!!!!!!! i heal myself by indulging myself. maybe there is hope for me.
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If you kill off Barnaby in the lights out au I WILL cry-
oh. no lmao Barnaby is safe! he makes it 100% No Question about that
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smilingbuffoon · 21 days
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Doodle dump!!! I'm alive!!
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avornalino · 1 month
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ways the student workers at my uni have spelled my name wrong:
mololly
mllly
(more to come...)
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limit-pony · 1 month
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it all makes sense now ooooao
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hi adrienn <33 if requests are open then can i request for a fic with seongjun? with like a one sided love- reader is in love with seongjun but he isn't >:D thankss <33
in another life (seongjun x reader)
details: angst drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, one sided love with reader liking seongjun, seongjun and reader are friends
summary: unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. fortunately, the two of you managed to stay friends. you couldn't help but continue to yearn, though.
a/n: hii <33 thanks so much for requesting !!
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A week was not nearly enough time to heal, but any longer and the both of you feared the friendship was going to fall apart. That was the last thing either of you wanted, so awkwardly you both went back to hanging out, and by some miracle, things went back to normal.
Almost. It was easier on Seongjun's side, of course.
"It's not like he was the one who confessed and got rejected."
You scoffed at the bitterness that seeped through the words in your mind, though you wholeheartedly meant it in a logical way. He wasn't in love with you, so he didn't have to lock those feelings in a box and throw them away forever like you did.
"His feelings were still hurt, too, though. It sucks feeling like you're going to lose a friend because you don't romantically love them like they love you."
The acknowledgement of his feelings made you sigh and nod to yourself. You mumbled some words, telling yourself to just enjoy the evening but your mind went on to throw a pity party for yourself anyway. It wasn't until Seongjun came back that you were able to somewhat snap out of it.
"Sorry that took so long, I spilled some stuff and had to clean it up," he said, chuckling as he sat next to you on the couch. His chuckle died off along with his smile when he saw your expression. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, it's just..." Laughing nervously, you looked away from him to the TV, currently paused in the middle of an episode. "The scene we're at is emotional, and the longer I think about it, the more sad I get about it."
He was quiet for a second too long, and immediately you began to feel heartache.
You knew he knew.
The small smile and soft laugh he let out only worsened your pain. "Yeah, the main character losing his best friend..." He cleared his throat and faced the TV as well, wrapping an arm around you like he was doing before. Silently, he grabbed the TV remote and continued the episode.
As the character on screen cried and began to reminisce, your mind wandered.
There was a mixture of melancholy feelings and shame when Seongjun's face formed in your mind, and your thoughts began to tumble.
You pictured his pretty hair. You pictured the way he'd smile when you traced his tattoos while you were bored, the looks he gave you when you both made an inside joke, and you remembered the welcoming embraces he would give you every now and then.
His warmth next to you at the moment was only a fleeting comfort. You wanted more, but you loved him so you knew better. Still, you were human. You were allowed to have emotions, you were allowed to be selfish, as long as you didn't hurt anybody.
"And indulging in this a little won't hurt him," you thought to yourself, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder.
The evening passed quietly.
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fulgurantfirstborn · 9 months
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{{Right so now that I am dating a metalhead with very wild hair, the hilarious and unfortunate reality is that any partner waking up to Gwynfor kissies is actually going to be woken up by his loose hair tickling their face like bug antennae rather than actual kissies}}
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