#browzing

[distant--shadow]

here they are!

you can read their story over here

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Intertwined - Chapter 13 - Sure

It’s not long after setting off that the sun is rising over the other side of the valley. It heats and highlights the low-hanging mist that hugs to the tops of the forest canopy populating the bottom of the canyon, the last few days of heavy rainfall transmuting into a shimmering fog, branches breaking the blanket in places and parrots and flying lizards gliding in and out of it, catching the early morning insects.

“That was alotta stew to finish off, can feel it sloshin’ round in ma belly each time I have to make a little leap.” a large horned beetle scurries out of Imogen's path of descent as her boots ricochet her approach with each landing of sole onto natural stone step.

She ignores it, instead looks back on her previous tracks, at Laudna crawling on her hands and knees and on her back, her ass finding rock-edge and legs dangling over before she lightly eases down onto the next small area of level ground.

“I may have gotten a little carried away; I wasn’t sure of how long we would have to keep still whilst you healed.”

“Ain’t a complaint, I appreciate it - careful, this rock’s a little loose-” Imogen holds out her hand to Laudna from a few paces further down the cliff side, Laudna taking it before she lands almost nose-to-nose with Imogen.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, honestly.” Imogen emphasises “I know – I bet that musta been stressful. Lookin’ after me, not the jump, although maybe that was stressful too, I wasn’t-” listening in.

“It was what I wanted to do. I do wish you would take this descent a little more gingerly though…”

Laudna's hand still in hers, awkward now, all she can focus on. Imogen lets go.

“Ya worried about me openin’ the floodgates again?” blood spurting from the sieve that is her torso.

They’re stood so close that Imogen can’t fit Laudna's whole face into view; her focus darting back and forth between each of her eyes and the movement of her brow, the quirk of her mouth-

“We have quite a climb until there is enough ground to lie your body down. You’d be starting a new cascade, a little red waterfall. I’m not sure how much the flora will appreciate that, all those centuries dedicated to finding a colour palette of their own.” A smile, subtle but certain. Imogen wishes she had kept hold of her hand.

“I’ll be careful.”

Imogen pivots and carries on, now with a bit of pause before each move.

(thank you as always to @distant--shadow for the illustrations)

[kartoonklit]

i think it’s funny when people compliment my eyebrows they fr don’t understand how much that means to me like bro u have no idea how much lore is behind these bad boys i worked so hard to have them look the way they do….. always makes my mf week!!!

[firstofficerkittycat]

ocd bones!! i never thought of that before but its so good! immediately projecting on him. i feel like i never see ocd rep tbh, in canon or in fandom, so im chewing on this like a cat with a new favorite toy

Every now n again they will throw in a lil organizational/contamination ocd spice into the non-horror cinema scene but they're too pussy to throw in the Carrie ocd. Wheres that russian doll ocd yknow. Wheres that all the women in our family have had powers untold and seen horrors beyond comprehension and now it's happening to you and I'm so sorry I am so so sorry type ocd. who will represent the haunting of hill house ocd u know. That's the shit bones has

[willsfortune]

top 10 remixes

[forgottenbones]

Ron Browz - Jumping (Out The Window) (Remix) ft. Forever The Sickest Kids

So the guy that made Pop Champagne decided to have a remix of another song of his with the help of a pop punk band...

[dontsweatthefresh]

Ron Browz Feat Vado " Prasie Me" (Official Video)

[distant--shadow]

when your crush dresses you in her dead husband's clothes 🥴🥴🥴

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Interwined - Chapter 12 - Puncture

Hours pass and Laudna remains still, save for the magnetic push and pull to her whole body from the operation of Imogen's lungs, presence gentle and light like an old cat curled up in her lap but Imogen wants pressure, wishes Laudna’s head and shoulders would sink down into her chest, perhaps eliminate the weightless and dizzy feeling under her ribs and in her skull and stomach.

The deep navy of the sky blackens and the stars brighten. Imogen struggles to see anything past or in front of the pinpricks of light, deciding it wise to try and let her eyes adjust over summoning her own and maybe drawing attention.

A cicada-like trill resonates from nocturnal insects, and she does her best to keep an ear towards the trapdoor; tracking the absence of bone in plate-metal or chainmail scraping against sodden stone, hoping the silence maintains.

She also hopes the clouds and the rain don’t return – aware of the hunger for it and the reprieve it had initially brought, aware that she will in time wish for it again. Laudna dancing in the middle of the pathway running between the fields-

The recollection makes her heartbeat dance in turn, blood twisting and crashing through her veins in excitable tides; she sees the visible stutter to her chest through Laudna’s movements on top of it, as if her head were on a platter carried between Imogen's awkward and fumbling hands and her feet had dropped over an unseen step - like the ones she’d tumble down when she had fallen too quickly into a dream and had woken again with a start-

don’t wake her don’t wake her don’t wake her-

Right. Easy. Focus. It’s just like being in the saddle, not exciting your horse from erratic movements.  Imogen is confident there, is good at that - at a hold on reins and restraint. Control. Tack and the hands it is passed down from. Inherited. The burn of whisky, the bite of words. Control. The looks, the whispers she couldn’t hear but the thoughts she could. Smile. A tip of the hat and a bow of the head. Control. Two farmers and a butcher. Fingers that twitch. Lightning braiding around muscle and vein. Two men singed and on the floor. Control. Music. Sanctum. Hands and language and learning and being so tired, so ready to give over. Be freed from the fight, watching as her own skin is claimed each morning-

She doesn’t wake up alone any more.

Laudna's hands call darkness and Imogen's summon light.

It’s funny.

They are different, but also the same. A head with more than one voice. How can they even be expected to have-

Laudna's head rises and sinks and Imogen is pulled into it.

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Browz

Cambridge, Massachusetts -- 8/23/24

[preparing4god]

i did black browz 2day. i prefer my red brows. it matches my hair more. im not really jackin the black👎🏾

[mehoymalloy]

That art by browz convinced me. Any snippets you can share of any wips?

Hiya! Thanks for stopping by, I'm happy to see others coming to the dark side!

All the snippets I share are tagged '#wip stuff' if you ever wanna browse, but I've recently been working on the second fic in my friend @inomakani and I's Poly Hells Cyberpunk AU series. Other snippets for this fic can be seen here and here (and these have a bit more of the animosity and sexiness you might be looking for), but here's a new one that's more light-hearted:

[fleouriarts]

posting separately from tuesday's sketchdump cus it's too silly but i was watching brad clips and decided johnny would be an unironic ron browz fan. null opened pandora's box by showing pop champagne to her

for the uninitiated: pop champagne, jumping out the window, and 20 dollars. i <3 bad music

[ifourloveisdead]

Had a dream last night where I was playing this Fall Out Boy Guitar Hero-like game for the Wii. The first cutscene in the game says *GOD IS DEAD* and you have to Save Rock 'n' Roll through playing these songs, which mention damning people and stuff? Pretty bizarre.

Also, the "Jumping Out Tha Window" remix by Ron Browz feat. Forever the Sickest Kids was one of the featured songs.