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today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy

#About #fight me baker husband is totally artya

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mesmerizing

#Face

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Kitchen (and Volk if you need a character)

Dribble Meme || Always Accepting

Volk never really quite remembers the exact details on waking up. She doesn’t know why. But the memory is consistently the same thing, so she wonders if something happened then to make it stick in her head so thoroughly.

It’s always the same set of frames, and always the same elusive details she remembers after the dream is gone. The way the back door was a rich dark stain, the grain of the wood just shades of lighter and darker to stand out and look dimensional even though she knows it’s smooth to the touch. It marbles itself like ripples in a still lake.

The contrast to the walls is startling, such a pale powdery blue that the streaks of light through the windows on the walls change it to off-white instead. Just enough color to be different from the blindingly white cabinetry, the shiny nickel knobs, the creamy gold marble countertops. The finish on the cupboards is glossy, and with the light filtered through the sheer blue curtains around the windows, it adds just a hint more of color. It feels like heaven and earth, with the diamond pattern in wafting jade and sage green on the floortiles, broken by the tall island holding the ‘good dishes’ in a little hutch at the end in cathedral arched windows, the leading dark between the panes. 

It feels familiar. It feels like home, in this tiny splash of dreamtime, with the chrome appliances and the tall elegant woman with flaxen hair she never sees the face of. Of the scruffy dark man who laughs like a song but she can’t quite remember the smile in his eyes. Was the kitchen even real? Were her memories just fabrications of a worried and scared childish mind, a way to grasp at those lazy hazy afternoons that were so peaceful but took up so little of her life, along with the shiny patent shoes that clicked on tile and the blue gingham bows she’s almost certain Mama would weave into her hair.

And she wakes up, staring at the aging brick of her Polis apartment. And all she remembers is powder blue and jade-sage green, and the hole in her chest where the homesickness resides, a sinking leaden feeling for a home she barely grasps anymore.

@connor232universe

#maaaaaaaai #why are you toying with my feelings like thiiiiiiiis #Make Volky Happy 2k20

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Niffler plays: Metro 2033 Redux [3/?]

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i heard that the people born on the surface are taller than most other metro dwellers, so i'm curious to know how tall you are?

“That is true. Those we call the ‘surface generation’ tend to be taller, sturdier, and have a more noticeable skin color. We also process the vitamin supplements better and can eat a wider range of foods, if we can find them. Sukhoi always kind of speculated it was because we spent a lot of our early childhood development in real sun and fresh air and not cramped underground, sometimes in poor conditions. It makes sense to me so I guess I share his logic.

“I am 184 centimeters. Since I am one of the surface generation, I am a bit taller than some others.”

#Metro 2033 #Artyom Askblog #Anonymous #Questions

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A Sky Full of Stars // Dribble

Meant to write this as a birthday dribble. It still counts if it’s within twelve hours, right? Have some Bookwyrms’ing, in which a certain German Brahmin devises a gift of her own to give to her precious beau for his birthday. She likes making him happy with worldly curiosities…

MUSIC

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“Where are we going?”

Artyom’s voice reverberated around the stairwell around them, even through the respirator on his mask and over the combined sporadic clicks of both the dosimeters at their waists.

“You’ll see.” Volk looked over her shoulder at him, the jovial lilt on her voice causing his brows to knit thoughtfully from behind the faceplate. She added as he looked around at the stairs, “Don’t worry. The slugs don’t come into this block. This building, and all the others in this part of the city, are free of them.”

“Oh. That’s good…” he muttered absent-mindedly, though she did notice he looked down at mention of the slimy creatures. She wasn’t going to tell him not to as it was a good habit to have, especially since the trails of glistening slime left by the creatures at dusk and dawn was the only way to tell if a building was infested with them.

“Have you ever seen them?” Artyom asked, looking out the glassless window in the wall by the next landing before following the tall Brahmin up the next flight.

“No, I haven’t.” she responded, a short glance down the hall on the next landing given before she continued. “From what I understand, they don’t leave people behind who can actually describe them. But they are attracted to noise and excessive movement. So camping out in a building with them is risky.”

She focused on something moving down at the far end of the hallway, taking a few steps toward the doorway and widening her stance just in case. She heard Artyom pull his rifle forward and she put a hand out to stop him from any advance. Outside the rush of breath in her respirator and the chilly wind whistling through a hole in a wall, there was no other sound. A closer look at the far wall betrayed a peeled crumbling corner of what had been some sort of wall covering, waving peacefully. Nothing else.

Keep reading

#listen! #this is adorable!

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stay cheeki breeki Artyom

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|Artyom Moodboard|

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After being enabled by both my boyfriend and two besties, I made an 18+ Only server for the combined RPCs (and general fans) of Metro and Roadside Picnic/S.T.A.L.K.E.R.

Come on in and join the community!

#it's me #i did the enabling #i love you

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Artyom’s Idle Animations

Revolver

Bastard

Duplet

Kalash

Tihar

Shambler

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More of Artyom’s Idle Animations

Kalash 2012

Lolife

Bigun (unfortunately you can’t hear it but he flicks the bike bell 😂)

Ashot

Valve

Medved

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With a new blog revamp comes a profile icon, I guess. So while I attempt to work with brush settings on my digital medium, I made everyone’s favorite Librarian Brahmin Stalker a profile icon traditionally. You can’t see it because no point of reference, but it’s 2″ tall in real life.

AS A SIDENOTE: I actually updated the blog with a new PROFILE page and actual LIBRARIAN lore I’ve developed over these last … seven? years or so, and updated the Verses page to include shenanigans for Exodus. Give things a looksee, if you want!

#please #go follow my beautiful girlfriend #she deserves it!

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why do russians end their sentences with) while texting. ??

#mai! #modern verse though!

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All for one, one for all, d'Artagnan

Sketch of Artyom and a really terrible looking RPK!

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The Moscow Metro

The Metro began operating in Moscow in 1935 with a single 11 km line connecting just thirteen stations, but it has since grown into the world’s fourth busiest transit system, spanning more than 300 kilometers and offering 188 stops along the way.

The Moscow Metro was one of the USSR’s most extravagant architectural projects, with stations constructed as luxurious “palaces for the people”. Built under the command of Stalin, the iron-fisted leader ordered the metro’s artists and architects to design a structure that embodied svet (radiance or brilliance) and svetloe budushchee (a radiant future). He directed his architects to design structures which would encourage citizens to look up, admiring the station’s art, as if they were looking up to admire the sun and—by extension—him as a god. With their reflective marble walls, high ceilings and grandiose chandeliers, many Moscow Metro stations have been likened to an “artificial underground sun”.

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A value study featuring Artyom

#Face