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obiscribbles · 3 months
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Week 43 - January 21st, 2024 'The Highlands' - Marcus Warner Spotify / YouTube
"The deep sea holds more mysteries then can ever be understood by the likes of us, lad. But maybe if you surrender to it, you'll learn something in the force of its embrace."
An AU that is something born of the game Subnautica and then going absolutely off script from there. And though it is mostly just thoughts in my head at the moment, and a playlist I started while working on this, they have been very fun thoughts :3
Enjoy!
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eddieintheocean · 2 months
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I do genuinely enjoy the process of writing a scientific essay, being able to go off and research a fun niche topic and thats actual homework for me is incredible
However
It means I have to write an essay
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exdeputysonso · 10 months
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Brad Dourif as Gríma Wormtongue | The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) - pt. 2
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(american roadside billboard voice) HEAVEN is REAL and it is IN FLORIDA
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mtsworkshop · 2 months
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2wink Week Day 2 - Stars!
Something a bit simple for today, but I have to admit I'm really quite pleased with these.
Please credit if using!
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whos-hotter-jjba · 13 days
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Preliminary Match 19 - Hottest JoJo Character Bracket
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freetobeeyouandme · 6 months
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very very slowly making my way through OPLA rn and i'm absolutely obsessed with Sanji going "welcome to our cringefail restaurant, can I get you anything? Everything is shit so I don't have recommendations but if you wanna order be my guest I guess" I've had him for two minutes and I would die for him
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sideralwriting · 11 months
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Welcome to my contribution to the ACoTaR writing circle (n.3).
Thank you @azrielshadowssing for planning this fun event!
"A Sunshine from the Ocean" is a HelionxLoA fanfic.
Summary: "The youngest daughter of a Duke of Autumn is unstoppable as she lauches herself overboard, during a storm in the middle of the ocean between Prythian and the Continent, just to save an unnamed man. Only to finish stranded on a deserted island with him and no way to go back.
Not that she would like to go back the her father's estate."
AO3; 1546 words, no warnings.
I hope you'll enjoy it!
It took one month to go from the Continent to Prythian by sea. One month of peace and freedom, of sun and sky and water. Yes, there were seventy more people on the ship with her, one of them being her governess and a few guards sent by her father. She had to keep herself in check in front of them, as he would surely interrogate them on her behavior. Nonetheless, her soul sang again, her heart secretly dancing in her chest.
She had to follow her father on a business trip to Montesere, as the youngest daughter of his business partner asked for her to meet and keep her company. Her sisters stayed back in Prythian.
She loved her sisters and how joyous and free they made her feel. Their father was a stern and close-minded duke of the Autumn Court, dictating that they followed the highest etiquette rules even between sisters, often followed by her mother tightening their corsets, slapping their hands with the yellow fan if they took a cupcake more, firing servants and etiquette teachers for their laziness in the girls training. But in those rare moments when no one was around, when they escaped to the forest and the sea beyond it, they laughed and ate and ran to their heart's content, splashing each other on the seashore, careful never to go missing for too long. Careful to style their hair as they were when leaving, their dresses dried. This time, though, had been the worst moment of her life.
The daughter of her father's business partner, a nineteen-year-old brown-haired girl, was proper and gossipy with her, but was the most awful person on the Continent with her staff. She was so annoying that when an old servant spilled water on the table, the girl slapped her in front of everyone and had the servant brought to the dungeons. And that slap had been enough for her. Enough of fake smiles and bad-mannered girls.
She got on her feet, poured her cup of water on her host and left the room, glaring at the woman as daring her to do anything. The girl accepted the challenge, because that same night her father slapped her in the private office he was given and sent back home.
The first half of the journey went fast, the sails of the three masts captured the wind, sending them gliding towards the horizon while stretching the ropes, the crackling wood a constant sound together with the rolling waves beneath her feet.
Around the twentieth day of travel, anyway, an intense storm hit the ship and lasted the whole night, faces and water and sky only visible thanks to the lightning falling all around them. She had to stay in her cabin to avoid distracting the sailors and giving them something else to worry about. The roaring of the storm and waves was deafening, joined by the screams of the sailors and by those of her maids. Mother above, some people were terrible under pressure. How could they even work for her father if they didn't have nerves of steel? The guards kept their posts by the doors and so did she, spine straight and a mask of calm on her face, sitting at the center of the bed, until she felt a tug in her chest.
And a second one.
Something tightened inside her, panic rising. Why did she feel like this?
A third tug.
Was it the storm? Was she anxious because of the danger?
The panic got her on her feet and swaying toward the window. She scanned the dark sky, the water. No one and nothing more alarming than the storm in sight. No enemies. Then what was tha—.
A fourth tug, stronger, nearer, calling for her to Run, run, run.
So she did. She put on a long-sleeved cream dress, making fast work of the corset with openings on the front, styling her hair in a plait of red hair while running toward the door.
Her guards stopped her telling her that they did it for her own good.
She felt the tight line in her chest become looser, as if something was going to be lost in her chest, in her life, forever.
She knew they were just doing their job. She knew it as she put on an expression she saw her mother make countless times and threatened the guards to be shoved overboard for insubordination. She knew they were going to have a heart-attack, as she ran down the slippery stairs, landing with a jump on the freezing and chaotic deck.
Faster, here, danger, watch out! seemed to scream the thing in her chest. She looked for the right direction, the tightness guiding her like a compass until — there! A lightning rolled between the clouds, setting everything alight in time for her to see the dark silhouette of a person rolled over a plank in the middle of waves as high as the ship.
No one saw her in time to stop the lady from rolling two barrels bound by a net of rope over the edge of the railings. The guards yelled for her while scrambling towards the railing, but it was already too late.
She jumped in the stormy water, the cold strucking her dumb for a couple of seconds before she emerged from the ocean thanks to the two still intact barrels, the rope now looser. She started swimming for the figure in the middle of the waves, teeth clacking.
Save him, save him, save him, chant her soul. She didn’t even stop to think why the person should be a man, nor why she just endangered her life for someone she didn’t know. She just swam toward the figure, waves too big to see him anymore. Water in her eyes, panic in her chest and cold all over her, she oriented herself only thanks to that internal compass pointing toward the man.
She didn’t know how long she swam, she didn’t know where the ship was anymore, forgotten minutes, hours, ages ago.
At last, when her strength started lagging and her body started to feel heavier, she finally reached the man and a thunder struck far behind her, setting once again the sky alight.
The man was the most beautiful young man she ever saw in all her life, even if he was almost passed out on the plank, dark hands still gripping it tightly. His long, dark eyelashes fluttered open as their eyes locked.
Time stopped.
And resumed. A thunder rolled closer, toward them. She put his left arm around her shoulders and started swimming again. Safe, you’re safe, stay with me, the loose rope, now tighter, sang in her chest. He would have to explain a few things once they reached the shore. If they would ever reach it.
They swam together, bodies pressed against each other to keep themselves warm. The dress pooled around her waist and she thanked the Mother for the mysterious man's eyes pointed toward the sky, heavy rain and thunder easing into slower rain and mist. As they kept going, she prayed that the direction was the right one. That they didn’t end up more lost than they already were, that she could reach shore in time to help the man.
That her parents didn’t scold her further. How could have she forgotten about them? About how they hated when she thought selfishly and not about the greater good of her family name?
Staying out in the now warmer waters started to look mighty appealing to her when the young man grabbed her shoulder as if to keep her near him and started swimming faster, steadier, toward a point in the mist at their right.
“What did you see?” she asked near his ear, scanning the horizon as far as she could.
“Th-There…” he stumbled hoarsely, pointing with his chin and glossy eyes toward something in front of them and then turning to peer at her under wet eyelashes. She couldn’t make out the shape of anything, so she remained silent and decided to just support him, trust him with her life. So easier, the rope of light, of life, clang in her, changing into pure, glittering gold.
They swam and swam again, further, slowly, each stroke wearier than the previous one.
She was getting ready to give up, to wait for her sister on the other side, as the young man put her against his chest, grabbing her face with two fingers and lifting it towards his.
Burning amber eyes as the richest honey fixated on her, her vision faintly swinging.
“We’re almost there. Don’t give up. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, sunshine. Like that, good” he encouraged. “We are almost there”.
He kept repeating those four words, over and over again and she kept swimming, even if tired, she kept moving.
And as at last she felt something gritty under her feet, her knees, her hands, she thought that she was knee-deep in problems.
She collapsed on her back on damp sand, pewter sea at her feet, verdant palm forest behind her.
She fainted, as a set of worried amber eyes framed by long, wet onyx hair and rich brown skin stared at her.
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This chapter fits in Day 5 prompt "Daring Rescue" for the Helion×LoA event at @sunandflameweek (organized by @starfall-spirit)
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scaryspoons · 4 months
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Hey do you like vampires, heists and maybe even rats? You should check out my new original WIP story here :)
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cricketnationrise · 9 months
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okay I'll play!
 a timestamp: 4:03 am - a location: a beach (like an ocean beach, not a lake beach) - a character: June Claremont-Diaz
Ooooh! I am a beach girlie myself, so excuse me while I project all over June for a moment. Hope you like it @adreamareads!
want your own ficlet? rules here.
❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙
beach, 4:03am
Usually, she sleeps like a baby at her dad’s house, but it’s four in the morning and June is wide awake. With a sigh, she gives up on falling back asleep, rolls out of bed, and throws on some sweats. She makes her way quietly through the house, collecting the essentials. She leaves a note for Oscar in case he wakes up before she’s back, and then June is out the door.
It's a quick two-street trip to the beach, and the sound of waves grows louder with every step she takes. Pre-sunrise, the world is still – too early for pets and all but the most dedicated athletes. June is almost never alone anymore, between her job and Nora and former-First-Daughter appearances, so taking this moment just for herself is unexpectedly nice, even if she’d rather be sleeping.
She rounds the last corner and the shore comes into view, eerie in the dim light of false dawn. With the first step onto the sand, June feels some lingering stress fall from her shoulders. Water, especially the ocean, has always relaxed her, always made her feel more connected and rooted to herself. 
She likes the lake house just fine, but she always misses waves when she’s there. It’s also become more Alex’s retreat than her own (despite it being their dad’s property), especially now that he and Henry are going to have one of their weddings there. California, and her dad’s house especially, feel more hers. Alex hasn’t ever lived here for longer than a few weeks at a time, needing to spend most of his time in Texas and then DC and New York for school. June loves Alex more than she’ll ever be able to properly put into words, but it's definitely a (slightly guilty) relief to be in a place that doesn’t feel like he’s a part of – a place where June can be the focus for once.
June picks her spot carefully and unfurls the old comforter on the ground, weighing the corners down with rocks. She settles into the center and pulls Oscar’s big camping thermos out of her bag. Big enough to fit an entire pot of coffee, its best feature is the outer lid that becomes a mug. June pours herself a cup and looks out at the waves, reveling in the mixed scents of salt air and coffee that she gets with each inhale.
A breeze lifts her hair off her neck, making her shiver, so she tugs her hood up. She brings her knees up and tucks them under her chin. Despite the early morning chill, June doesn’t want to be anywhere else. She lets the coffee keep her warm while she watches the sky slowly get lighter, watches the tide come in.
June lets the place wash over her: listens to the waves crash, watches the sun start to reflect off the surface, basks in the still peace of the morning. She’ll head back eventually, but for now, she’s more than content to be alone with herself.
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gogh-chase-the-stars · 7 months
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hell is going to the beach for some peace only for a man to try to talk to me almost the entire time 🤠
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spearxwind · 1 year
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saekkas · 9 months
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some pretty pics for you all <3
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icicleteeth · 7 months
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If anyone sees all the "Will anyone who doesn't hate me be willing to draw the stupid summer short pajama Honey I will pay" tweets that I keep putting out at midnight every night and panic deleting a half hour later no you didn't
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winedark · 8 months
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having a phobia of flying is soooooo annoying everyone thinks ur an overdramatic idiot like sorry for not thinking clearly in my defense i'm 30,000 feet in the sky
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chikinan · 11 months
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Having the ability to actually sit down and read/watch things now is not good for me I think I mean it IS very good and nice but I also feel so full of information. like that zuchinni hamster video but it's stories instead. of zuchinni.
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