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sabotourist · 5 months

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Some thoughts on season 19

This is probably going to be one of the most personal things I ever post on social media. But I have some thoughts.

Sarge and Doc died. Doc wasn't even killed on-screen. Was barely even mentioned until the end. He died having only saved two people in his entire career as a medic. Sarge died, and Donut wasn't even there to see it happen.

Was he off grieving Doc? Was he just doing other stuff? I don't know. But he was gone.

Why was he actually gone? Probably for budget reasons. Time constraints. Studio trouble and issues with the engine or model or whatever else. Writing constraints that forced Donut and Doc into such secondary roles. Into dying off screen. Into not even being there when two people you care so much about die.

But like, how much of that was actually in the narrative's control? They had these limitations to write around, and it put these characters in situations where they couldn't be in narratively satisfying roles.

In some ways, it's the most brutal depiction of what life is like.

When I was 14, I lost touch with my best friend. I just didn't keep my phone on me often at the time. He died. I think, if he had lived, he would have gone on to do some absolutely amazing things. He didn't get to. He called me a couple days before it happened. I didn't see it.

Death isn't fair. But it's not the end.

I think, if the story had had more time, these characters could have had better roles. But life isn't always so kind. Death isn't always so kind. We lose people when we're not looking. We blink and people are gone.

Doc, Sarge, Church, and Tex are dead. Wash was in an institution again. Tucker just went through all that. Grif went back to earth.

That's... that's brutal. Why don't I hate it? On paper, I'd hate it.

I think it might be because it doesn't feel like a goodbye, or even the end. There are loose ends. A lot of them. There's so much pain there, so much healing and moving on to be done. Just because Grif went back to earth doesn't mean he and Simmons don't call all the time. Just because Donut wasn't here to maybe save Sarge doesn't mean he won't be there eventually.

Just because Doc only saved two people doesn't mean it didn't matter.

Life is brutal. Death is brutal. Shit happens. Shit that isn't fair. Whether it's people we love dying, or just studio drama fucking a show.

But... that doesn't mean it's the end.

Doesn't mean Simmons is going to be alone, doesn't mean Doc died for nothing, doesn't mean Sarge's sacrifice meant nothing, doesn't mean Wash or Tucker's lives are ruined, or that Caboose can't have a new best friend.

I like to imagine Donut taking up medical studies after this. Doc saved him. He's going to make damn sure that matters. Maybe Blood Gulch becomes something of a boot camp for some future loser rejects in need of a home that Simmons can guide.

Church, in all his forms, may be gone. But that doesn't mean they're going to be so quick to forget. Leave the past in the past. But still look back from time-to-time. It got you where you were.

Sometimes we pass memories down through stories. Sometimes, just in the choices we make throughout our lives.

But just... unfair things happened. To the show, and to the characters in it. To the people running it. My best friend died when he was 14. Monty Oum died in his prime. Life is tragic. But hey, it's not the end. It's just the start of something new.

Maybe it isn't perfect. Maybe it isn't ideal. Maybe it hurts. Maybe it'll never stop hurting. But it can still be beautiful. it still has meaning.

It may just be a silly show about Halo dudes, but it matters.

Tl;dr: Raven is stupidly sentimental right now

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lilacacia · 2 months

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Roxy & Licore rode over to Galloping Gulch and discovered a tiny cave entrance. It took the remainder of the day to explore but it earned us very little rewards so it wasn't worth it... Well, at least we saw a beautiful rainbow !

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #horse ranch gameplay

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exitrowiron · 2 months

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A friend from Minneapolis has been visiting for a few days. She and Beth ran the Devil's Gulch half marathon last weekend and did well.

The weather in the PNW is interesting; especially on the eastern side of the pass (vs Seattle on the western side). It is generally more sunny here (hence the name of our resort, Suncadia), but in both areas the arrival of summer is quite noticeable. It is as if someone flipped a switch - the sky is a beautiful clear blue, almost as if artificially rendered by someone who forgot to add clouds.

It can be hot in direct sun, but a cool breeze and the shade of tall trees made for a perfect nap in the hammock.

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curi0uscreature · 5 months

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Swap Compton’s / “King of the Gulch” Story

( Written in 2023, first literature post based off a poll I did like. officially a month back. T’which thanks to the ppl who did vote for more writing stuff! )

As a man that loved animals dearly combined with his great understanding with them, he joined in on the Vet lifestyle. It was fun for a bit seeing all the different animals and getting the opportunity to help all of them! But one day on a work rush, it was extremely over the usual amount each day. And more so, overwhelming for Compton. The barking, the great amounts of concern people had for their pets, the faint yelling, and then—boom. All of it was gone!…almost all of it. And the reason for it wasn’t exactly good. The faces of concern immediately switched to anger and the faint yelling was almost louder, mixed with the sound of dialing phone numbers. It wasn’t long before Compton found himself locked up. in jail. For who knows how long honestly.

God, it felt like the entire world’s weight was on his shoulders. What kind of person would he be after he’d come out of this place? If anything he might do worse than the incident he committed before. And it certainly wasn’t like he’d knew anybody that could bail him out..it was a risky idea but it was extremely tempting. Late at night, he escaped jail making sure to leave no trace of evidence of his tracks. He stayed in in unkept places in the area he lived in and kept a low profile. Until discovering an underrated restaurant that was in dire need of a chef…They don’t know him. They don’t fear him at all. They aren’t aware of his past record and he had some good cooking knowledge in his hands…He applied. And if anything this was better than his job as vet. People were nicer and given that it was kept low, nearly nobody even recognized him! He eventually saved enough money from payment to go on vacation as well! By the time he came back, nobody recognized him either. He was no longer a famous criminal.

Not long after, a woman named Lucrecia recruited him for her research group full of powerful psychics. Out of anyone, Cassie and him became the closest of friends! Beekeeping, literature, helping each other out, they were almost inseparable! However someone none the wiser caught his eye. Otto Mentallis. Sure he was full of himself sometimes but it was slightly,,endearing in a way? Maybe even..charming. Cassie disliked him, but she was his best friend after all. Surely she wouldn’t think about him negatively over a small crush right? With this knowledge in the back of his head he’d tell her eventually. Meaning after several weeks of trying to hide it. Somewhat Surprisingly: she was very supportive for him after he opened up! Even offering to help him out when confessing. But that confession didn’t come up until it was followed by another few weeks of stalling and confidence building. He had to get it out somehow and honestly, any day now before his feelings were bottled up and tied into knots.

So one day in the lab on his occasional one-on-one research time with Otto, he expressed how he felt. Well muttering out a few mumbles at first before getting to the main point. But it checked out given: Otto felt the Same way! They started dating a few moments afterwards. And those moments soon turned into weeks, into months, and into years. By the time they even knew it, Bob and Helmut were getting engaged! It took a while for them to arrive due to prepping the most out of everybody but what matters is they were there with all of their friends. It was beautiful.

( Post “Ford-igula” )

Bob and Helmut are gone. Lucy’s lost herself—mentally. Cassie feels demotivated, all while Otto’s in a sense of denial during the opening. Sure the attention and popularity was nice in a sense but it didn’t feel…right. At all. Especially with the current situation at task. He tried to reach out to Lucy, but she immediately shunned him off. He tried beekeeping with Cassie again which helped, but only for a little while. Otto stated that he’s fine multiple times during check-in’s but it is very much clear that there was something much, much more than that underneath. It eventually lead to them splitting apart mutually. He still loved his partner dearly but he just..couldn’t stand seeing him being in denial like this.

Overtime the more he repressed his truest emotions during missions, it built up. But in a different way. Something that felt almost..physical. Mainly on his temple, but he tried to brush it off as something that’ll go anyway with rest but it increasingly got more painful because of his repressing. Once again—Boom. This time harming himself on the left side of his face. It took several days to recover properly but that might as well been his final straw. The night he was able to get back on his feet was the night he had reluctantly left to the forest. It turned into nightly beekeeping alone and interacting with friendly animals every now and then, but the animals slowly grew into crowds.

Because of his understanding with them, they were more so mad about the fact he wasn’t the owner of the gulch due to how well he treated them. But they slowly grew out of control with this ideal concept, leaving Compton with no choice in the matter. He had tend to them. He was in the deepest part of the forest where it’d probably take ages to get out and back and his vision wasn’t the best with one eye working but the other being blind. So until further notice, he’d protect this place. It’s sacred for him and his “subjects”. He now earns the title: King of the Gulch. Legend says if you manage to get in his animal kingdom, you’ll never get out.

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #psychonauts au #swapnauts #compton boole #fanfiction. maybe #would it count if it’s technically lore relevant #trevor.txt #long post #writing #note this was ones of my first pieces since I got back into it again I think

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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I've been slowly re-doing/adjusting my RVB face designs, and also working on more characters! It will eventually be a LOT, but for now; here are the main Reds, Blues, Freelancers, Doc, plus a bonus of Locus, Flowers, and my OC Poppy (just for the fun of it~). I love designing characters, and playing around with features so everybody has different noses, mouths, chins/jaw-lines, etc. For everybody, I have two versions. The first being their signature armor color, and then their actual people colors. I also wanted to include things like facial hair, glasses, scars, freckles and what-not (like Donut's hearing aide and Carolina's eye shadow, because she can't NOT be edgey haha).

(below is some design descriptions and notes on my thought process for everybody. it is a LOT, don't feel obligated to read it~)

Grif and Simmons both clash and compliment each other not only in personality, but in physical features as well (Simmons is sharp, and Grif is soft). I wanted to show that Simmons actually isn't as scrawny and gawky as he used to be, but he hasn't totally registered that he's finally "grown into himself", or that some muscles have happened (once he does, this unlocks "Confident Simmons", and nobody is safe. for now, he's just too used to feeling awkward). Simmons has a fairly strong jawline, an aquiline nose, and hair the color of red clay. He's had his hair very short and properly styled for many years, but after Chorus it started to grow out, and when he pulled it back to see how much he needed to trim, he realized he liked being a ponytail guy! (also, it isn't visually shown here, but trans Simmons is real~) Grif is a big guy, fat and pretty darn strong with thick limbs, and rough around the edges. He's also handsome and beautiful (not "in spite" of those features, but BECAUSE of them). His features are like a combination of rebellious and charming, with his default expression being chill. He has warm copper brown skin, and hair that reaches his shoulders, dark brown, very thick and wavy (it also magically never gets tangled). You can see where Simmons' cyborg prosthetics match the same area where Grif got his skin grafts, but over the years Grif has sort of "absorbed" the organic material, and the skin is a shade darker than when the surgery was fresh (Simmons himself isn't too terribly pale, but still lighter than Grif). Grif occasionally shaves or lets his beard grow in more full, but usually likes to keep just a little bit of face-fuzz around his chin

Sarge is very boxy and built like a brick. I enjoy the irony of a character who has a very BIG personality being somewhat short in stature, and Sarge is certainly a little bundle of dynamite. Despite his claims of only being 29, he somewhere in his 50s (possibly getting into 60s), but still going strong. I wanted to show the age lines around his mouth and his eyes, so he doesn't just look weirdly "smooth" (this man is basically leather, and proud of it. he also has larger earlobes, and bushy eyebrows). His hair has gone white and gray, kept in a perpetual buzz-cut, and he has some scruffy facial hair. He's broken both his nose and his jaw several times in his life, resulting in some unique shapes. Most of his scars happened years ago when he was younger, but the scar on the side of his head is from getting shot during Blood Gulch. He's rather pale thanks to wearing the armor every day for a few decades. His "solution" was to try and sun burnt on purpose so he'll be RED again, but Donut, Simmons, and Doc stopped him before it got too bad. He typically looks very grumpy and stern, but we all know Sarge is EXPRESSIVE with his emotions

My thought process with Donut was to combine Barbie with GI Joe; very pretty, but also pretty darn strong! He has sort of a "soft diamond" shape to his face and jawline. He looks very sweet, but has the potential to be INTIMIDATING. In the past, his hair was light blonde, but turned a strawberry-brown as he got older. During Blood Gulch, when he got EXPLODED, Donut got some scars on the right side of his face, and the hair in that area never entirely grew back. After finally accepting that he is PINK, Donut has also embraced other aspects of himself, both loving who he already is and enjoying what he wants to be. He doesn't hid his scars, but he styles his hair with a side under-cut and dyes the longer lengths a lighter blonde. He also wears a hearing-aid for his right ear, and his eyebrow on that side is a bit thin too. Donut's mouth naturally makes the "cute kitty shape", and he usually has some shiny chapstick/lip-balm on as well. He likes to get some sun on his skin, but is careful not to tan too much, and always uses lots of lotion

Doc is very "in the middle", not too tall or too short, he's not skinny but not chubby either... however, he's got sort of a sturdy build, very athletic without being too buff. A rounded jawline that ends in a small point with his chin. He has a very high bridge to his nose, making a refined line from his forehead down in profile, with sharper edges at the sides of the nostrils. His skin is a deep brown, and his hair is very dark, kept short, with the curls swept up out of his face. Doc isn't "vain" exactly, but he likes to feel comfortable with himself, and to a certain degree, this involves being satisfied with his appearance. O'Malley also enjoys feeling sort of "cozy" with the hair and what-not, so it is a shared reassurance. Doc wears glasses, and O'Malley absolutely knows how to do the "intense anime glasses thing" when he wants to look DRAMATIC. Something I wanted to show with both of them; Doc has very welcoming and kind vibes, but he is perfectly capable of being a sarcastic little smart-mouth, with a fierce sense of resolve. O'Malley likes to be very over-the-top and appear threatening, but there's potential for him to protective, and even joyful. Again, he looks very in the middle, applying to Doc and O'Malley's attitudes

Kai resembles her brother in many ways, but I wanted to make sure she's still unique to herself. Things they have in common; warm copper skin, thick and wavy hair, and they're both chubby. There is a subtle heart-shape to her face (above around her forehead and hair, and also lower with her jaw). Kai has had fun with lots of different hairstyles through the years, but she's decided to just let it grow out. She's dyed it some crazy colors in the past, without really knowing what she was using, but now Donut helps her coordinate, so she has a gradient going on (darker golden-brown at the roots, lighter shades of brown in the middle, and finally yellow at the ends). To keep it from getting tangles, she usually has her hair tied back, or wrapped up while she sleeps. Kai is somebody who is very aware of what she's physically capable of, in terms of both strength and flexibility. Sometimes she shows off with some interesting party tricks, but also just has a graceful way of moving when she wants to dance (or kick somebody's butt). Everything about Kai is LOUD and PROUD, but that doesn't mean she can't calm down and share quiet moments with the people she cares about. She also has two double sets of earrings; two studs up on her right ear, and two small hoops lower on her left ear

The first rule when drawing Tucker; he is the prettiest. He has fairly long and noticeable eyelashes. His nose has a defined smooth and broad curve to it, giving him a profile that is a bit regal, even heroic. He's one of those people who always looks younger than he actually is (not exactly a "baby face", but naturally youthful, until one day he's just gonna suddenly become a silver fox). He has dark brown skin, and thick black hair (4c), kept a little long at the top, but styled as a fade. He has pierced ears, usually just two studs (but can be more elaborate if he wants to dress up). Tucker is an interesting character; visually, he can very easily be a pretty boy, or a prince charming... but then he starts talking, and you realize how obnoxious and annoying he is. Underneath the flirty attitude and sarcastic jokes, he has genuine concern for others, and a fear that he won't be strong enough to protect people. Underneath THAT, he's a determined and clever person that is capable of doing amazing things. All that is wrapped-up within Tucker. I wanted to see a hint of the charm and smug attitude in his face, but the noble look is in there too. Physically, he's a short-king (manlet), but after training with Wash, Tucker has impressive muscles that combine with some quick reflexes

I imagine Caboose as one of the BIGGER characters. He also has the strongest "huggable vibes" (he's literally friend-shaped, no matter how much Church used to argue this fact). Caboose has a naturally sweet smile, which makes it all the more serious when he's upset (a sad Caboose will break your heart... a mad Caboose might break your arms). As Sarge once said- "He's like an ox!". His skin is a shade of sandy brown. His hair is a deeper brown, very soft and a little bit fluffy (I'm especially happy with how his bangs turned out~). I really wanted to make it clear that while Caboose might be all kinds of adorable, he is indeed a grown man, able to take care of himself, and others as well (he understands things some of them never notice). The curve of his jaw is low and subtle, but also shows how "solid" he is built. Caboose is a hopeful person, and has the will power to MAKE things turn out OK one way or another. No matter how unusual his ideas might be, Caboose is dependable, and intuitively has the strength to be kind on purpose

Wash has kept the beard despite the teasing, which has finally transformed him from looking like a very tired lost teenager into a dad who works at a library (the beardo-fication of Wash~). His hair is mostly a light blonde, more golden brown at the roots and through his facial hair (during Project Freelancer, he had a shock of gray after the Epsilon incident, but it has faded). His skin is a light tan color, covered with MANY freckles, and a few scars on his face (the most recent neck injury isn't visible. the scar above his eye is actually from a skateboarding accident as a kid, but the one across his nose was sometime after Project Freelancer started to fall apart). Although he fusses over other people a lot, Wash is bad at taking his own advice, and tends to not eat or sleep enough. It also didn't help that he had a bad habit of ignoring his own emotional breaking points until he was in the middle of losing control... he's finally learned to recognize certain things, and accept every part of himself (a little punk kid, a dork, Mr Serious, a guy who had a Villain Moment, and somebody who really found where he belongs). Under the beard, he has an angular chin, his nose has a curved swoop shape to it, and he has a defined lower lip

Carolina is one of the few characters we see without armor in the series, so I knew what I was working with, but I also wanted to show how she has changed. Carolina is a naturally intense person with somewhat slender features, and she's worked hard to be VERY strong. Now that she's spent time with this group of goobers, and had some chill lessons from Grif, Carolina is rediscovering how to enjoy herself and be less harsh (remember, she is the BEST. this means she's gonna be the Best Red, the Best Blue, the Best at Being Annoying~). She cut her hair during Iris, a little bit choppy at the time, but later decided to keep it short and give it a cleaner trim. She's dyed it a darker, less vibrant shade of red (I imagine her natural red is a bit more carrot). She still uses heavy eye shadow though! (at this point, it is out of spite toward anybody who everybody who ever said it looked silly; not so silly when she's kicking your but, is it?). She's a bit pale, but with a warm tone to her skin. Most of Carolina's scars came from incidents when she didn't have armor, or was so determined to finish a mission, she didn't care if she got hurt. It isn't visible here, but she doesn't bother with shaving her legs (not to get all deep about it, but Carolina sort of has her own balance with embracing certain aspects of femininity, and also ignoring expectations of "beauty". she knows what she's about, and does what she wants)

These designs for Tex and Church exist within my story-line where they get to return in synthetic human bodies (originally intended for the Director to use for himself and Allison, once he could properly "resurrect" her... which didn't work). DNA samples were used as the basic building blocks, the genetic information was allowed to "randomize" itself. As a result, Tex isn't an identical clone of Allison (just like parents can have more than one child; related, but physically different). Ironically, Tex takes after Allison's maternal grandmother, and so does Carolina. Tex has light skin and blonde hair, which she keeps tied back in a ponytail, with two lengths that frame the sides of her face. Carolina and Tex have the same nose shape, a long bridge that curves up at the end. She considered cutting her hair different, or dying it another color... but she didn't want to constantly worry about "changing" herself to avoid any similarities with Allison. Instead, Tex wants to find out what it means to be HERSELF; which is BIG and BUFF. She's pretty tall with a thick body-type already, so she just had to work on the muscles (also, even with long hair, she still has a "warrior dude" vibe, and she's very proud of it). Tex naturally has a lot of confidence and a rebellious attitude, but she really isn't "mean"... at least, not all the time

Church definitely has some traits that came from the Director... but Church was always a contrary little so-and-so, and even though he had no control over how his body formed, it seemed he was destined to be the "opposite" of what somebody else intended. Church is much shorter than the Director, with a thicker more "chunky" body-type (he puts on some healthy weight later, getting a bit more chubby. he also works on being strong enough to pick Tex up. that was his whole motivation). He has a broader nose, and more squared jaw. He has light skin, but a bit more of a sandy color. The most obvious resemblance is his black hair, which sticks up like a soft hedgehog. He asked Carolina and Tex if he should avoid having facial hair (since they have to look at him, and he doesn't want them to be reminded of any unpleasant memories). They assure him that it's fine, and the hair on his chin kind of suits him (it fact, even through the similarities, they can look at him and just see CHURCH, as he is). Church can be a smug, loud-mouth jerk... but though all his rants full of curse words and insults, he cares very deeply about people. Even though he had some ego-trips, he mostly just thought of himself as "some guy". Now he knows how important he is, not because he's a special and highly advanced AI, but because a lot of people missed him. Now he can actually be with them all again, and just like Epsilon, he has the chance to find out what he's truly capable of (they can still project holographic avatars of themselves, but all of the AI Fragments are back too, and happily spend time in Church's head~). Although they make different expression, Church and Carolina have the same "neutral" shape to their mouths

Poppy was originally sent to a different group of Red and Blue Flag Zealots, meant to identify needed supplies and order more ammunition. She was designated "neutral", and had white armor with tan accents. When the teams ran out of bullets, they kept fighting in non-lethal ways, which Poppy thought was preferable to a clearly pointless war, so she just never put in the order for more. Both teams considered her a friend, playfully fighting over who's side she was on, but never getting mad at her for getting along with them all. After a dangerous incident left her knocked-out and recovering, Temple's group arrived to recruit more Sim Troopers. Poppy's group refused to join. When she woke up, they were all gone. She misses them dearly. Because she's still considered part of the Flag Zealots, the UNSC decided to throw her back into a new training program (which was actually pretty shady and insidious), and that's where she meets Sarge. Poppy has a calm yet sarcastic personality, with a raging inferno of a temper once somebody ticks her off. Perfect for Red Team! Poppy is medium-short, about the same as Doc. She has broad shoulders and strong arms, very sure-footed and versatile when it comes to fighting. A very go-with-the-flow attitude, somebody who can be comforting and encouraging, but isn't shy about showing her emotions. She has a somewhat rounded fact with a short, sturdy chin. Her skin is a light shade of brown, and her long hair is a dark earthy brown. Not pictures is her own prosthetic arm (she's meant to be a "mirror" for Simmons, clever like him, but not a know-it-all. she was the one in the accident, and woke up with cyborg parts. Sarge decides to just adopt her, and this SHOULD immediately make him hater her, but Simmons finds himself feeling pretty fond and protective of Poppy. accidental sibling! also, they're both trans in opposite directions~)

We've seen Locus without armor in a flash-back before Chorus, so I tried to translate that into my style I use here. I imagine that he actually wasn't doing to great Chorus, not eating or sleeping enough, what with the whole crisis involved; thinking of himself as a murder-machine unable to see the worth of kindness or mercy, and THEN recovering enough humanity to be horrified by his actions thus considering himself a monster without a purpose... y'know, that whole song and dance. Anyway, the Reds and Blues force him to be a person again, so he gained some weight back. While he has a very strong jaw, it's kind of low where the angle is (so he doesn't have a "long" chin, but a wide one). He also has pretty defined cheek bones, and other features as well (he wasn't smiling much for a LONG time, but he does indeed have lines on his face that deepen when it happens). He's BIG, burly, and buff... but hopefully looks less harsh than before

I like to imagine that Flowers keeps faking his own death, and has a set of plans outside of what Project Freelancer was trying to do... nothing ever worked out properly. Flowers mainly doesn’t like the idea of people being “thrown away” or treated like they’re worthless, and at his worst, that meant using people for some goal they didn’t choose for themselves. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but… “daddy doesn’t always know best”, and he’s trying to include people on the decisions of these goals now (while the Director and Councilor might have just thrown together Red and Blue teams to mimic the other group who had a nearly endless stalemate going, Flowers picked out the Reds and Blues for Blood Gulch because he LIKED them, and he genuinely thought Alpha would too… in a very twisted way, Flowers founded this family). Nobody entirely trusts him at first, what with all the lying. Plus he keeps talking like a overly cheerful serial killer. He’s an older and distinguished gentleman. Some gray streaks in his hair, which he keeps wrapped up in several small braids that make a flower-shaped bun. Some scars on his body from many missions and fights (including the ax to the shoulder). He has a warm, brown skin, and back tattoo that is just barely visible; orange blossoms. He has a tall and lanky body-type, but even past middle-age he still has thick muscles

#red vs blue #rvb

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circusgoth-dotcom · 8 months

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6684 Lemon Gulch

Ship: Logan Howlett x Gabriel Reaper-Argabritt [Exes AU]

Word Count: 1396

Summary: Hot damn another long one fhfhfh (For me, anyway). When the X-Men are faced with a new threat, they will need all the help they can get. Professor X sends Wolverine to track down and try and convince Gabriel Reaper, his ex, to return after disbanding from the team many years ago. Logan is shocked to find his ex has been "domesticated" since the days they used to go steady. CWs for mentions of implied prejudice toward mutants, brief suggestiveness, alcohol consumption, smoking.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

Logan heaved a reluctant sigh as he stood on the doorstep of 6684 Lemon Gulch, the last known residence of Gabriel Reaper, his ex, in several senses. He didn’t know if he wanted it to be here or not. The only reason he was tracking it down was on Xavier's command. They needed all the help they could get. The neighbourhood was nice… quaint… something that didn't suit the Gabriel he had left.

What if he didn't recognize it at all? Could things really have changed all that much since Gabriel voluntarily left the X-Men? Birds twittered in the sturdy trees lining the well-paved streets. Everything was so… quiet here. It made his supersonic hearing buzz with understimulation. He raised his hand, waffling between knocking and ringing the doorbell. He chose to knock.

A young man opened the door, his expression both confused and curious as he peered at the stranger on the doorstep. “Can I help you?”

“Does Gabriel Reaper still live here?”

The man braced his palm against the doorway, leaning back into the house. “Mr. Reaper-Argabritt! There's some guy at the door asking for you!”

You've gotta be shittin’ me.

It didn’t take long for a tired-looking Gabriel to appear. “Kev, I really appreciate you, but I just put Shelley down for her nap…” They trailed off, eyes widening as their gaze fell on their old flame, their face paling slightly. “Logan.”

“Ah, geez, I’m sorry. I’ll go make sure I didn’t wake her up.” The young man rushed inside, leaving Gabriel gaping, his breathing shallow.

“Well… I… come in.” He felt light-headed as he let Logan in, closing the door behind him and leading him into his Boho Gothic living room. “Make yourself comfortable, can I get you anything?”

Logan stood awkwardly at the edge of the room, unable to make himself sit as he took everything in, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans. “I suspect happy-go-lucky back there isn’t your partner, is he?”

“Oh-hah, Kevin? No, he’s just the nanny. He’s been a big help, especially now with Shelley…” Gabriel cleared his throat and floated over to a shelf, off which he picked up a photo of himself and another man, showing it to Logan. “Otis Argabritt. My husband.” It stung both of them to be said aloud.

“Well, at least I can rest easy knowing you’ve always had an eye for the older ones.”

Gabriel put the photo back. He wore a long, grey, loose-fitting button-down dress over a white tank top and black sweatpants, along with a pair of grey, fuzzy slippers. He looked comfortable. A band of white gold glinted on his left ring finger. They then picked up two more photos.

“This is Bram, our little boy, he’ll be four in two months, and Shelley, she’s a year old as of the first.”

“They’re beautiful, Gabriel.”

“Thank you…” They softly smiled and put the photos back. It was a sad expression.

“Does Argabritt know?”

“Please, be more specific, Logan.”

“That you’re a mutant, and that his kids’ll likely be mutants, too.”

“Oh.” Gabriel slowly sat on its couch, clearing its throat. “No. I haven’t.”

“And how long have you two been together?” Logan absently rubbed his stubble, keeping Gabriel just in his peripheral.

“Five years married.” It swallowed. “It won’t matter unless the children start displaying powers, and that’s years in the future…”

“It’s still a possibility.”

“I know. I know.” They sighed and rubbed their eyes, pushing up their glasses in the process. “How did you find me?”

“With a little help…” He inhaled deeply but subtly. It still smelled like it did when they were still together, even under all the smells that weren’t its own. “But that brings me to why I’m even here-”

“Mm, there it is. I knew this wasn’t just an instance of ‘I was in the area and wanted to check in.’” He leaned back, inviting Logan to continue with his body language.

I’d be more than happy to see you if it was on any other terms. “The professor wants you back on the team. We’re facing something we haven’t seen before… we need all the help we can get.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thumb drive, handing it to Gabriel. “This contains everything we know so far.”

They frowned as they examined the drive in their palm. When their lip began to tremble, they put it on their coffee table. “I can’t. I’m a father, now… I’m going to guess Xavier knew that already. I didn’t exactly tell him not to keep tabs on me.”

“How did that happen, anyway?”

This surprised Gabriel enough for them to fold their arms as they looked up at Logan. “I had sex with a man who loves me, simple as that.”

“You didn’t want kids when we were together.”

“I was also younger then and preoccupied with being a superhero, Logan. If I remember correctly, neither did you.”

He grunted… it had a point. Still, this is not where Logan saw it ending up after all these years. He stepped closer, looking directly at him for the first time since he came to the front door. All those feelings never went away, no matter what he tried to replace them with. “Besides the interior decorating, this doesn’t really seem like you, angel.”

Gabriel’s breath hitched. “Please, don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry,” he rumbled immediately. Only Gabriel could get him to apologize so quickly. They crossed their ankles, looking down at their knees. He wished he knew what they were thinking.

“Do you want a beer?”

“Sure.”

They quickly rose from their seat and went into their kitchen, giving Logan more time to absorb what had happened to his ex in his absence. He wanted to know how exactly Otis had turned him into this “housewifey” thing. Though, of course, he didn’t want to immediately assume that Gabriel wasn’t working… but they had certainly been domesticated. He resisted the urge to go snooping, if only because it had returned with two beers and was beckoning him further into the house, leading him to a back porch.

“I know you like to smoke with your beer, so I thought we could sit outside,” it explained, settling into one of the deck chairs. Logan sat in the other.

“I hope that’s not the only impression I made on you, ange- I mean, kid- I mean, Gabriel.” He unsheathed one of his claws and popped the tab on his can, clearing his throat. They blushed as they opened their own.

“Of course not! … I also know you can be very sweet, even when you’ve convinced yourself you’re only capable of being a bitter loner who cares for no one.”

He sipped his beer, placed it in the mesh cup holder, and retrieved a cigarette from his pocket. “Only for you, kid.”

It let the pet name slide and reached over to light the cigarette, a flame sizzling from its fingertip.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it… though, I’d prefer if you didn’t go back inside after this, for the baby’s sake…”

He nodded, then let a small smile tease his features. “Shelley and Bram. That’s clever.”

Gabriel cheesed. “Thank you, I knew someone would appreciate it. I don’t think Otis quite got why I chose those names, but he agreed to them.”

“How’d you two end up together?”

“I did a lot of travelling after I left the X-Men… we met in Arizona, I was photographing the state parks. Funnily enough, he also likes photography… he noticed we were trying to shoot the same thing one day and we got to talking. I guess you could say the rest is history. He bought this house as a proposal gift.”

Logan coughed into his fist. “Must be some big shot, then.”

Gabriel nodded. “CEO of something or other. Such a boring job for an interesting man. He’s into rocks and minerals, and the migrational patterns of herd animals like caribou.”

Logan could care less, but he nodded along as if he were interested. Selfishly, he hoped there was something flawed in this relationship… some chance that he and Gabriel could get back to the good old days. I miss you. I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry that I pushed you away. If only he could express it clearly.

#self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self ship au #gay self ship #trans self ship #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #circus scripts #❌Lend Me Your Flannel❌

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melliotwrites · 10 months

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ghost story demo!! lyrics under cut

JÓZEF: PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE DOWN TO DEAD END GULCH THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO LOCKS ON THE DOOR

JÓZEF/HAO: PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE DOWN TO DEAD END GULCH THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO LOCKS ON THE DOOR

JOEY/ANTHONY/JOZEF/HAO: PAST THE MILE HIGH BRIDGE DOWN THE DEAD END GULCH THERE’S A PLACE NO-ONE LOVES ANYMORE

ANTHONY: WHERE THE POWER LINE RATTLES

JOEY: WHERE THE PIPES CREAK A SONG

ANTHONY: WHERE THE WINDOWSILLS SHUDDER

JOEY: AND IN SHORT, NOTHING’S WRONG

JOEY/ANTHONY/JOZEF/HAO: THERE’S A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE ON A ROCKY FOUNDATION WHERE THE GRASS LOOKS LIKE FIRE SICK WITH ANTICIPATION

AH….

HAO: PAST THE NEW WOOD BRIDGE TO THE DEAD-END RANCH THERE’S A HOUSE WITH ONE COLD, SPLINTERED FLOOR

JOZEF: PAST THE NEW WOOD BRIDGE TO THE DEAD-END RANCH THERE’S A HOUSE NO ONE’S LIVED IN BEFORE

JOZEF: WHERE THERE’S A FARMER

HAO: AND AN EXILE TRYING HARD TO BELONG

JOZEF/HAO: TWO RANCH HANDS ‘TILL THE SUMMER LEAVES KNOWING IT’S TROUBLE TO LINGER TOO LONG.

JOZEF: SHARING A ROOM

HAO: ONE CHAIR

JOZEF: ONE BED

JOZEF/HAO: UNLESS SOMETHING MAKES THEM WANT TO STAY INSTEAD

AH…

ANTHONY: PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE WHEN YOUR PHONE’S ALMOST DEAD THERE’S A HOUSE THAT LOOMS THERE LIKE A SORE

JOEY: PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE YOU MIGHT DRIVE RIGHT BY IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR

JOEY: WHERE THERE’S A SCHOLAR

ANTHONY: AND A BANKER THOUGH RECENTLY UNEMPLOYED

JOEY/ANTHONY: TWO FIANCES WHO ARE EXACTLY ALIKE EXCEPT FOR SOME SUBJECTS THEY’D RATHER AVOID

JOEY: SHARING A LIFE

ANTHONY: ONE TRIP

JOEY: ONE CHANCE

JOEY/ANTHONY: TO MAKE SURE THAT THIS IS THE PERFECT ROMANCE

ANTHONY/JOEY/JOZEF/HAO: AT THE END OF THE BRIDGE PAST THE POND AT THE BEND THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO LOCKS AND NO NEED TO PRETEND

PAST THE END OF THE ROAD WARNING SIGNS YOU DON’T READ THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO ANSWERS ONLY QUESTIONS YOU NEED

JOZEF: LIKE HOW FAR CAN YOU RUN BEFORE THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO?

HAO: LIKE IF HE SAYS YOU CAN TRUST HIM HOW DO YOU KNOW?

ANTHONY: LIKE IS THE VERSION OF YOU THAT HE HAS IN HIS HEAD SOMEONE THAT YOU’D WANT TO BE?

JOEY: LIKE HAVE YOU PREPARED HIM FOR ALL THAT YOU LACK WHAT ARE THE FLAWS YOU CAN’T SEE?

JOZEF: LIKE WHAT ELSE ON EARTH WILL I HAVE TO DO ONCE I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?

JOZEF/HAO: LIKE HOW TO MAKE THE WORLD BRAND NEW EACH DAY I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

JOZEF/HAO/ANTHONY: LIKE HOW TO KNOW EXACTLY WHO IT IS YOU THINK’S IN LOVE WITH YOU.

JOZEF/HAO/JOEY/ANTHONY: LIKE WHAT ELSE CAN I SWEAR IS TRUE EXCEPT THAT I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. LIKE WHAT ELSE CAN I SWEAR IS TRUE EXCEPT THAT I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.

ANTHONY/JOEY/HAO/JOZEF: PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE TO THE END OF THE ROAD THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO LOCKS ON THE DOOR PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE WHERE THE RAIN NEVER FALLS THERE’S A HOUSE NO-ONE SANE COMES HERE FOR

WHERE THE COWS LOW AT NIGHT AND THE COCKS CROW BY DAY WHERE THE DEER-PATHS ARE WAITING TO LEAD YOU ASTRAY PAST THE MILE FIVE BRIDGE THE ‘NO TRESPASSING’ SIGN THERE’S A HOUSE WITH NO NAME WELL, NO NAME BUT MINE WELL, NO NAME BUT MINE

#ghost story musical #ghost story #demo #melliot #elliotly #musical theater #musical theatre #new musical #SoundCloud

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meirimerens · 9 months

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Hey Meiri, how's the horse(s) in your ts4? Recently I played it again after latest update and decided to adopt an old mare. He's scared easily and rather difficult to approach, but at least my sim can ride him down the hill. Also watching him playing with ball is so cute!

i haven't played for a lil bit because my laptop has been having processor fan failures (likely because i fed it too much cc. SAD!) which i'm too lazy to bring it to the vet for o7 o7 o7 o7 also i've had stuff to do and i knowww that if i boot up a game i'm not letting it o for a week so not very #productive anyways HAPPY TO HEAR BACK FROM YOUR CREATURES.... i love watching them play with the ball it's so funny and cutes. not exactly how real horses do it most of the time but i see it i can fuck wit it. on my end last time i played my ranch hands sims was able to go on a trail ride with her mare (her and the mare. in that order specifically) up in the Galloping Gulch neighborhood thingie

(i haven't saved the pics from my laptop to this computer so i don't have those) they slept in the sleeping bags (well. the human sim did) & got home um Starving because i hadn't. packed the food i thought i did oopsie. also i'm tryna raise the quarter horses (this one v) to be a barrel racing champion so we've been pushing that

haven't done any competitions yet we're still training him. hopeful i can one day get back to my beautiful horses.

you get to see the same Misty image i already posted because i love it so much

#>gets rid of CC >gets the horse pack >uses the excuse that he got rid of CC to get horse CC in its place #no shit my laptop is keeling over #i'm never playing the bachelor route on this thing i'm afraid even.#ANYWAYS! yaaayyyyy horsies #ring ring (answers)#ichiharakazu

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beyondthisdarkhouse · 2 years

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I saw you are reading Young Men and Fire -- it is possibly the best non-fiction book I've ever read. MacLean has also written other memoirs and short stories that are just as lyrical and beautiful but less harrowing

My god, is it harrowing. I'm kind of reading it because during certain moods, my brain requires dark nonfiction to chew over. It's like grit that absorbs ambient anxiety and keeps it from getting up to mischief.

(Previous reads in this category include Under the Banner of Heaven by John Krakauer, No Visible Bruises by Rachel Louise Snyder, and 100:1 The Crack Legacy by Christopher Johnson. I think most people use true crime for this, but what my brain really wants is stories about systems.)

It's also... strangely, painfully good to read about my kind of place, and the beauty and horrors in it. I'm from hundreds of km north of Montana, but I also grew up moving around that transition zone, from prairie to forest, from flatland to mountain. It's where my heart is.

And a lot of my early... damage, I guess? Is from just how brutal it is, to be so much alone, in the face of all these elements that want to kill you. It actually goes back generations, because my family have all been scarred with their own different ways of coping with it. My parents, my grandparents, their grandparents.

There's a part in James Keelaghan's song about the Mann Gulch Fire (Cold Missouri Waters) that just says: "Too big to fight it/we'll fight it from the ridge instead" that just expresses how it feels sometimes, to know that the enormity of the elements are lining up to kill you, and nothing you do probably matters, but also, your entire life depends on what you do next.

I've never faced anything so intense as a crowning wildfire, but I've had other experiences--cutting my leg on a barbed-wire fence and having to walk home before I could do anything about it, capsizing a boat on a cold May day and being unable to right it and sincerely believing I was going to die from hypothermia--that stem partly from having to know what mistakes will put me at risk of really dying.

And it isn't malice, and it isn't exactly neglect or a failure on the part of the authorities, and you can spend so many years numbly accepting the inevitability of death that when someone says, "Actually, I think this kind of death isn't inevitable, so let's declare these deaths unacceptable and go to war against them" they sound absolutely crazy.

But I've also been on the side of declaring many types of deaths unacceptable instead of inevitable, and been the madman in the wilderness, and made real change. Young Men and Fire is all about that.

It's also really nice to see something that speaks with a long-familiar accent I've never really seen typologized or emulated accurately. A voice that sounds like a bunch of cowboys gathered around a fire as night turns blue, sharing their griefs and woes and philosophies, pulling together Scots and German and Texan flavour to their English, more Chinook Wa-Wa than they realize. It's my second accent, the one I can't consciously switch into, but do when someone at an Edmonton bus station asks to bum a smoke off me and all I have to give is a bus ticket, or when I'm at a livestock show and I want to ask someone if that steer is a Limousin or just a pale Red Angus and I want them to assume I understand about cattle breeds and reply without giving a five-minute preamble on animal husbandry to the kooky city lady first.

It doesn't surprise me that it's an accent shared by woodsmen of the mountains; MacLean's people and mine are not distinct entities, but an intertwined community of people who are trying to live on this land that owns us but is never really ours.

#waxing poetic #young men and fire

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fallincloversims · 1 year

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It's a beautiful fall day and that afternoon Josie returns to the Galloping Gulch for some more exploring!

Teddy: Turn left! We're gonna ride across that bridge

Josie: Uhh... the very high bridge with no sides??

Teddy: Yep! You can do it!

Josie: If you say so, but you first!

Teddy might usually canter across the bridge, but with Josie following he crosses at gentle walking pace.

Once they're on the bridge and Josie is sure Iris isn't going to bolt, she can enjoy the spectacular view. Chestnut Ridge is everything she dreamed of and more ❤

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #the sims 4 #hazelwood legacy #gen 1 #g1c2

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pop-goes-the-weasel · 1 year

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(My first Yeehaewgust entry, 15 days late. Featuring a baby Quincey P. Morris, in Texas. Thanks to @goth-lit-aaron and @severedfeetpics for the help with the Spanish. Text below Ao3 Link)

Gather the Posse

‘’Robert!!!’’ little Quincey screamed, bounding, over footstools and armchairs, straight into the arms of his brother, freshly returned from Harvard.

‘’Quincito, how you’ve grown!’’ Robert swung his eight-year-old brother round, kicking aside hampers and carpet-bags to get a wider berth to do so.

‘’Robertito, it is time we stopped calling him Quincito; he has learned to ride.’’

‘’Already, Papa? So where have you been, Mr Quincey?’’

Quincey straightened, put his hands on his hips and said, ‘’I rode my Mariposa to the Black Gulch, all on my own.’’

‘’Oh Mr Quincey, you are so behind. I was seven-and-a-half when I made that trip.’’

‘’No, no, no, Robert, Papa said you were eleven!’’ Quincey fell upon Robert and punched him with his small fists. Robert made no attempt to stop him, and dropped upon a trunk, laughing.

Dinner was a magnificent affair. The Morrises always ate well, and a return of a child was an occasion to be marked. The Morris sisters, all nine of them, had gathered, some from finishing schools, some from husbands’ homes. Robert glowed, happy from all the love he received, happy to be home.

It was half-way through the meal when Mrs Morris announced that she had arranged dances, for Robert to choose a bride.

Robert laughed. ‘’Oh Mama, I so love to dance. But I never fall for the one I am dancing with.’’

At nigh, Quincey crept for Robert’s room. He had always wanted to read Robert’s volumes of Catullus, whose beautiful leather binding and rich gold lettering beckoned him endlessly. Robert always said he could not read those till he grew up. Now that Papa had said he was no longer a Quincito, he surely could read those beautiful volumes.

It is then he heard the voices.

‘’Papa, I hear there is a cattle-rustler in town.’’

‘’Yes Robert. There will be a posse for him tomorrow.’’

‘’God, I do wish they give him a fair trial.’’

‘’Robertito, they have their own ways in Massachusetts, we have our own ways in Texas.’’

‘’Still…’’

‘’Listen, you should go with them. The people here are boiling over, see that they do not do anything rash. This is your home and these people are your brethren’’

‘’Where will the posse gather?’’

‘’The Black Gulch.’’

Quincey rolled out of bed much earlier than usual. Then he rode on silently behind his brother, hoping that his tiny form will not be seen in the shadows of early dawn. He knew the way and he did not admit to himself the thump behind his ears.

By the time they reached, the posse had already gathered, the soft rays of the Sun bathing their faces in a soft, golden light. Quincey looked around. These were the men he loved, men with indomitable spirits and faces baked under a merciless Sun. Robert seemed ill at ease, angry at himself for being late. He positioned himself, somewhat unsuccessfully, at the head of the group.

Quincey almost stood up in his stirrups, leaning forward in excitement.

A voice broke the stillness. ‘’Master Quincey, you’re here!’’

Robert turned, ‘’Quincito, you are too little. Turn round.’’

‘’No.’’

‘’Very well. Miguel, take him back. And see that he does not run away before he reaches Papa.’’

Miguel was a fifteen-year-old farm-hand and Quincey’s best friend. It was he who had taught Quincey to put his feet in the stirrups while they hung over his head, it was with him that Quincey shared his bread, slathered with honey, it was with him that Quincey had learnt how to cook beans.

And now, Miguel felt his first posse ruined by this little, rich brat.

He led Mariposa back, his grip firm on his reins. Quincey could feel it all. The indignity of being considered immature. The rage of his best friend. He swallowed all, glared on straight ahead and set his jaw hard.

‘’Don’t be angry at me, Quincito.’’

‘’I am not your Quincito. You went and had all the fun, while Papa and Mama and Maria all sat me down and said what a foolish boy I am.’’

‘’Fun? No Quincito, it was not fun. I failed to bring him back for a trial. I did nothing, I just sat on a horse. A fine vaquero I made’’

‘’Robert, who was he?’’

‘’I do not know. I never did see his face.’’

Robert stooped, looking out of his window at the landscape bathed in pale, milky moonlight.

Es lo que es, he mused.

‘’Quincey, I think you are old enough to read this.’’

Quincey’s heart gave a leap of joy. ‘’Catallus?’’

‘’No, not yet. But bring that bundle from the top of my trunk. It is time someone taught you what the Greeks thought of War.

Es lo que es: It is what it is

#Yeehawgust #dracula daily #quincey p morris #dracula fanfic #tw: violence #cowboys

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thesightstoshowyou · 6 months

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If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

Wow! What a cool question.

I live in a very beautiful place with lots of forests and a few very picturesque lakes. As a kid, my family and I would spend special summer days boating on those lakes. We would inner tube and cliff jump and wake board and eat sandwiches and chips my mom had packed in a cooler that morning.

I remember one day, my siblings and I were worn out from getting whipped off the inner tube so we were taking a break in the gulch. We were just swimming near the boat and all these little fish (rock bass maybe?) were just hanging in the water nearby, close enough to touch. They weren’t moving, just all floating still and staring at us as we treaded water. We’d each try to slowly reach out and touch one but would get too freaked out by their weird motionless staring.

It’s a memory we still talk about sometimes. We were young and carefree and hadn’t developed the worries we carry now. All we had to worry about were those curious fish and how long we were going to be able to hang onto the tube before my dad cranked the wheel of the boat and sent us flying.

I’d like to relive that day.

#thank you for the ask

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alteredsilicone · 7 months

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Random Duviri lore that I might use later:

>Albrecht arrived "early" in Thrax's reign, built his labs and then disappeared.

"The other stranger came far earlier in Thrax's reign, before even the Bleeding Earth."

>Albrecht's visit preceded any disturbances by the Void/Wally, we can assume this was when the kingdom was still intact.

>Duviri was LARGE, like a genuinely giant kingdom, most islands are now lost and consumed by the Void

"From horizon to horizon lay island after island, each one different, bearing distinctive color and life."

>Some islands were lost naturally, some were destroyed on Dominus' orders

"I dream of a Lost Island returning one happy day, or an entirely new island appearing, birthed from the Void. But this place has not changed in so long, except for the worse, and there is no reason for hope. One day, I am sure, the Void will engulf us all."

>No new islands are made, which means that whatever Duviri started as, it is only deteriorating.

"Void Storms were not unknown in Duviri, but the storm I shall speak of was unlike others. It hung in a red veil across the sky. There was a great sound like tearing metal, and all at once a pelting rain fell. Not water, but broken metal chains, in lengths and coils and great rattling whipstrands."

>The rain of Chains coincides with the Operator freeing Rell, it also destroyed the Lighthouse and killed Mathila's husband, whom nobody talks about anymore.

"With admirable presence of mind, he describes a form steadily approaching out of the Void. A monstrous hand, possessed of only three fingers and a thumb."

>Garmi lived to tell the tale of witnessing the Man in the Wall. Presumably this is the first sighting in Duviri.

"We could not know that down on the lake bed, a portal to the Undercroft and formed. Predatory creatures writhed in. They were golden, slender, with massive fanged bivalved maws. And they were ravenous. They devoured the rainbow eels, and then they devoured each other until only a handful were left."

>A cute story about an island that served as a festival spot which also tells that Void portals would spawn spontaneously and that those led to the undercroft and that things from the Void would crawl into Duviri (in this case - Golden Maws).

>MITW emerged from the ground in the Galleria and that scared Thrax so much, he ordered the island destroyed without much thought.

"How I loved the Galleria. It was and island of simple beauty, where white statues rose out of the ground as if they had grown there. They were classical in their features, masked in due propriety, each bearing an instrument or an emblem of their craft. I gave them names: the Scribe, the Scryer, the Shawzinist."

>Might use these titles for my own purposes, assign them to my OCs.

>The Doll Mausoleum is a faux graveyard made by the Drifter to honor the Tenno lost to the Zariman. Dominus Thrax is drawn to it for some reason. It is now lost to the Void.

"When adults came to collect their children, they noticed an additional oddity. Among the Hollow Children were exact duplicates of themselves when they were younger. Each day there were more of them."

>After the Rain of Chains, Limini (?) started appearing, as well a Wally-mimics of the adults.

>There apparently was a powerful family of wine-makers who saw themselves as Orokin and did not respect Thrax. Thrax destroyed their island for this.

"When Duviri came into being there were many islands whose contents were - to put it bluntly - horrific. The Execution Cyst, the Golden Hive, the Inversion Tree, Stitcher's Gulch and the Bountiful Swamp were all notorious, but each met a natural end, engulfed by the Void. Lorn was exiled deliberately."

>Duviri wasn't just beautiful, there were odd places even before the coming of MITW. Also the island of Lorn is haunted and the shrines you reassemble in Duviri can summon those ghosts - Thrax Grineer?

"The stuff was dark, almost black. It had a heavy metallic odor suffused with grave spices. One venturesome soul tasted it. His eyes instantly became pitch-black orbs, his voice a smoky whisper."

>The Bleeding earth tells us of an island that suddenly started bleeding... Kuva.

#wf tag #duviri

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