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I’ve been enabled <3 @daltonsnightmare is officially in the top ten people.

Finally made enough art of them to ramble about these blokes. I’ll be tagging posts like this ‘Lupine’s original fiction’ so if you only want to see my generally fandom related content feel free to block the tag.

First off, we got Aubrey, Matthias, and Sylvia.

Aubrey and Matthias are brothers, Matthias is three years older. Growing up, Matthias very much filled the protective older brother role, while Aubrey had his head in the clouds. They were both somewhat antisocial and pretty introverted, so they leaned hard on each other until Matthias enlisted at eighteen-ish. After that, they both had diverging paths. Aubrey pursued art and they kept contact for a few years until Matthias ghosted everyone. Mostly because he'd gotten wrapped up in urban-fantasy hijinks and become a monster-hunter, but also because both brothers have an unhealthy tendency to self-isolate.

Eight-ish years later (still writing the story, so all dates are subject to change lol) Matthias is forced home due to an injury, and has to reconcile with all the damage he's done to his various relationships. My novel mainly focuses on the estranged brothers reconnecting, figuring out how to build back a relationship as adults that has been left to gather dust since childhood, etc etc. Of course it's also paired with an urban fantasy setting that Aubrey initially knows absolutely nothing about but will soon make itself his problem.

Matthias has a very ‘rub some dirt on it’ approach to any problem, mental or physical. A very practical guy, ineloquent, sarcastic, and pragmatic. Even if what he’s doing is irrational, the way he’s doing it rarely is. A lot of his sense of ego is tied to being self-sufficient, being able to take care of the people around him, and being trustworthy/reliable. Despite his abrasiveness, he’s a good listener which will reflect in his actions far more than words. Despite his more callous-seeming traits, he is anything but. He might struggle to say the right thing, but he will always try to.

Aubrey always feels like the outsider. He’s thoughtful and considerate of others, but struggles to form long-term connections. He can also be a bit awkward and soft-spoken unless he’s dealing with his brother in which case he abuses his younger brother privileges to be a petty bastard. He’s deeply obstinate but also chronically gentle. He’s also pretty eccentric, always head in the clouds and when he is two feet on the ground he’s usually single minded on one specific thing which can lead to him being oblivious. His main asset is a freakish ability to commit things to memory, especially visually. This ability incidentally leads to him becoming the strongest living sorcerer by technicality alone (he still can’t actually do magic) but that’s a whole other story.

Sylvia, generally called Sylvie, is a lone werewolf estranged from her pack that Aubrey obliviously let crash on his couch for a few weeks several years before the start of the story. She’s a chronic wanderer, and is abrasive and aggressive (bite first, ask questions later). She’s pretty street smart, but only as a side effect of being defensive, kinda feral, and highly suspicious. She’s well acclimated to a very brutal, instinct driven way of living which means she’s running on adrenaline, spite, and survival instincts all the time. More positively, she’s very loyal and protective over her people, which comes to include Aubrey and — more begrudgingly — Matthias. She also has a soft spot for anyone or anything that she doesn’t see as a threat, such as kids, the elderly, or pretty much any non-fighter. It can be a little insulting, but it’s well meant. She also stands up strongly for what she believes to be right, or more so to oppose what she believes to be unfair.

She is very fond of Aubrey, but mistakenly sees him as kinda naive and helpless (mainly because he let a dangerous stranger crash on his couch, which is honestly kinda fair enough) but he’s a lot more cynical and clever in reality. She has to adapt to see and acknowledge strength in traits other than aggression and ruthlessness.

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Emma Extras - Costumes (2009) with Jonny Lee Miller

Costume Designer Ros Ebbutt

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REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

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are there any film adaptations of books that you like more than the book?

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I’m honestly just abusing my free time at this point, but enjoy my shitpost art lol

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Little excerpt from the next chapter of my fic Flight Risk (chapter six? so spoilers if you haven't read the first five chaps lol)

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Mac wasn’t quite sleeping when the door to his hospital room had opened, but he had been resting with the soothing ambience of Riley’s snoring settling at least some of his anxiety.

When the door opened, for a second he was hit with pure fear-filled adrenaline. He straightening up in bed, mind cataloguing everything around him that he could turn into a weapon…

Then, between one panic-struck thought and the next, he recognized the silhouette and all the tension drained out of him so fast it left him dizzy. He didn’t think there could be more profound flip of emotion than going from thinking Murdoc was standing in his doorway, to knowing it was Jack.

Mac squinted as Jack lingered silently. While they’d dimmed the lights in his room, the hospital hallway outside was still blindingly bright, which reduced Jack into an unreadable looming shadow.

“Jack?” Mac finally called, tentatively bemused, and quiet in order to not wake up Riley.

Then the door clicked shut, Jack staying on the wrong side of it. 

For a few seconds it caught Mac so off guard that he didn’t even register it. Jack left.

Then a cocktail of emotions hit Mac all at once. A spike of indignant hurt, no small amount of concern, but mostly just pure confusion. The cold shoulder was not in the realm of typical Jack behavior, let alone for the current situation. For a long while, Mac’s brain just churned it over, trying and failing to reconcile it into something that made sense. Was Jack mad at him? What could Jack possibly be mad at him aboutenough to ditch him after he’d just been kidnapped? Every attempt at explanation just buried the hurt deeper.

Then, pettily, he thought: fuck this.

Mac swung his legs out of bed. Even just sitting up prompted dizziness and nausea. He rode it out with a white knuckled grip on his IV stand. He glanced over, somewhat guiltily, to where Riley was sprawled the best she could across the uncomfortable hospital chair. She was still fast asleep, laptop precariously half-slid out of her lap. Mac deviated from his objective slightly, stretching over to carefully grab the laptop and place it on the chair next to her. When that failed to rouse her, he deemed it safe enough to stand up.

He wavered, gripping the IV stand tightly. He internally resolved to fall backwards onto his bed if he had to fall in any direction, but the lightheadedness cleared after a few seconds of prickling skin and greying vision.

Mac huffed a breath, then tested the stability of the IV stand. It wasn’t very reliable, mostly because it was on wheels which meant it was liable to slide out from under him, but as long as he kept it close to himself it would do. He didn’t have the time or energy to wrangle something better up. Hopefully looking for Jack wouldn’t require a hospital-wide search, because he didn’t know how long even spite could fuel him to hobble around on his bad leg. Even the short stretch of distance to the door pushed the burning pain in his leg past the reach of painkillers.

Mac swung open the door and stepped out, internally planning excuses in case a harried nurse caught him.

It turned out he didn’t have to walk very far, because Jack was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall right next to the door.

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Mac and Bloo: *yelling at the TV* Wilt: What are you two yelling at? Is there a sports game going on? Bloo: Sports? HA, no. Mac: We're watching Legends of the Hidden Temple.

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Additional Tags: Episode: s02e19 Benjamin Franklin + Grey Duffle, Macgyver Cold Open Challenge, Missions Gone Wrong, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugged Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Drugged Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Leg Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Acrophobia, falling, but not falling in love, we’re talking actual falling in here, Broken Bones, how many bones is it possible to break and live?, we will ponder that question in detail, Whump

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I’d like to make myself believe

This ball of yarn

Rolls

Slowly

You turn off the light, cats light up the space

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if movies about the American west made in Spain by Italians are "spaghetti westerns", then I think we need a name for medieval-Europe fantasy movies made in America in the 80s-90s that have synth in the soundtrack. because that is such a vibe.

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I can't let my mind wander or look away during this show or else I'll forget which show I'm watching

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I did a thing on my lunch break...

The only sounds in the War Room were the tap-tap of Riley's keystrokes and the clomp-clomp of Jack's angry footsteps.  His pacing was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell, but the caller wasn't the person he wanted to hear from.

"Hey, Nicky," Jack said, answering because his cousin would not stop calling if he didn't.  "This isn't a great ti-"

"You need to get to San Diego."  It was the most serious that Nick had ever sounded, and the hairs on the back of Jack's neck immediately stood at attention.  "Now."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Mac."

Jack's heart stuttered and then took off at a full sprint.  "Is he..."  He was afraid to ask the question.

"He's alive."

"But?"

"But he's unconscious."  There was activity in the background, sirens and indistinct voices.  "I've gotta go.  I'll fill you in when you get here."

"We'll be there in an hour."  

Jack turned to look at the rest of his team.  "Mac's alive, but that's all I know.  We need to get to the jet and get to San Diego."

"The plane will be waiting when you get to the airstrip," Matty said.  "Call me when you have an update."

Jack, Riley, and Bozer took off running out of the War Room.  

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I was going through this thread so confused, because what are they talking about Sanderson writes women all the time! And I always thought he did a pretty great job with them 🤷‍♀️

I definitely would be much more enthusiastic about reading Sanderson if he had more women in his books but I know high fantasy definitely skews 80/20 for amount of male characters vs amount of female characters so I should just adjust my expectations accordingly

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Jack: they tried to kill us, Matty! they tried to put holes in our bodies where our bodies were not meant to have holes

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Riley: You called Mac but you didn't call me?

Jack: Sorry honey, but when you have a crazy idea, you don't call the voice of reason.

Mac, hanging from the ceiling fan: Next time, please do.