#still one of my favourites

[jaybirdhitman]

Gonna post a couple drabbles of my guys, some are short and silly and some are a little longer. I'm a slow writer but writing these helps me with character, so take them. First is Gloam, under the cut.

The party had long since died down, celebrating a successful raid after dropping off those rescued while docked in port for the night. It had been amusing to watch drunken pirate synths party away the night. Many had tried to pull you into dancing, which you easily dodged and brushed off, it kept your night interesting at the very least, even if your were a little disappointed the Captains seemed to be absent most of the night. Charging maybe, after the tough raid. You were on the empty deck now, puttering away at cleaning up leftover streamers, glasses and bottles, figuring you might as well be productive in your sleeplessness.

"It's getting quite late star." The low voice startles you and you nearly drop the empty beer bottles in your arms from how fast you stand in your surprise. One does escape and cool blue snatch it before it's barely a foot from your arm, Gloam looking amused as he took several of the bottles easily from you. You shake off your surprise and give a little shrug, stepping over to the garbage can with the Moon close behind.

"I couldn't sleep, so I figured I could at least clean up a bit."

"Beat us to it." He sounded fond as he looked over the still present mess before turning back to you, eyes tilted up in genuine gratitude and smile sharp but light. "Thank you"

"Happy to help, I have to pull my weight around here somehow."

"Stjernelys," the tone carries a light reprimand that makes you flush in mild embarrassment, "you already do more than enough. I thought Khepri already spoke with you on this matter, did he not?"

You look away with a grumble, recalling that *lengthy* conversation before sighing.

"Yes he did."

"Well then."

A cool hand on your shoulder prevents you from going to continue the cleanup, and you look to the Captain curiously.

"Let's take advantage of the decorations, we missed it earlier." Gloam steps back and tilts his head to you. "Care to dance?"

Your face burns and you quickly shake your head.

"I'm not much for dancing Gloam, especially with company."

"Company? It's only me here, Stjernelys." A pause. "We wanted to ask earlier, but you looked uncomfortable in the crowd. You're surprised at that, that they both apparently caught on to your discomfort.

"I'll step on your feet." You say in a half assed deterrent , feeling your resolve crumble as the synth clearly perks at your crumbling hesitance.

"I am made of metal and plastic Kjæreste, that isn't a problem, I assure you." He offers his hand, standing patiently and watching you.

"I don't know the steps." You tell the moon before you as you hesitantly reach out to take his outstretched hand.

"You don't need to worry about that, just follow my lead." You let the captain pull you closer with your hands adjusting to hold properly as you rest your other on his shoulder, his cool hand coming to sit on your waist delicately.

Gloam starts leading you across the empty streamer covered deck in a slowed down version of a waltz, his steps barely making a sound next to your slightly awkward ones, but you catch on quickly to the steps. You're just glad the moon doesn't mind and finds your fumbling more endearing than anything. He's humming a low tune, slightly swaying you both to the beat of it and the slight rock of the boat, pulling you close so you're chest-to-chest before he starts singing. His low voice takes you by surprise in the quiet you'd gotten used to as he starts to sing, it so low your own chest slightly vibrates where it's touching his. You recognize the song almost immediately; Davey Jones. You giggle a little at the song choice, a yearning love shanty of all things a little ironic in your eyes for this situation as Gloam simply grins and closes his eyes as the words flow from his voice box, leaving you lit but the overhead rigging lights as you continue following his easy steps and listen, enraptured.

"Cruel and cold, like winds on the sea, will you ever, return to me?" Unlike other versions you've heard that are faster and more love-song like, Gloam sings it slow and unhurried, like a lullaby to a loved one. You're captivated, but the choice and his low baritone singing.

"Hear, my voice, sing with the tide, my love will never die." He spins you out on the line, and as you come back into his cool form you can't help but sing with him, matching his pacing and mood as best you can. It is a duet after all.

"Over waves, and deep in the blue. I will give, my heart for you". Gloam's eyes snap open bathing your face in his red light agains as he looks both surprised and elated at your singing, his positive reaction pushing you to sing a little louder, knowing it was just you and your moonlight captain sharing the moment as you continued to dance around the deck.

"Ten long years, I wait to go by, my love, will never die."

A quick rapid stepping pattern in what you assume to be the quick instrumentals before Gloam holds you at the waist and lifts you in a spin, making you laugh brightly and Gloam grinning wide as your smoothly set back down as you both start singing the next chorus.

"Come, my love, be one with the sea. Rule with me, for eternity. Drown all dreams, so mercilessly, and leave their souls to me." You both continue the back and forth, you slowly forgetting everything outside the two of you as you dance and sing under the stars. At the end of the song you're standing so close there's no space between you as you catch your breath, Gloam simply staring down at you with what may be the most love and awestruck look you've seen. The attention makes you flush and the moon chuckles lowly at your flusterment.

"You have quite the voice Stjernelys. How dare you keep such a gift from me hm?" His tome is teasing as you roll your eyes, pushing away from the Captain with a scoff.

"I just got caught up in the moment." You try and brush it off but it's clear your night time companion isn't as keen to drop it.

"Yet you knew every word and danced so naturally." He twirls around you and sets his hands on your shoulders, as you stubbornly refuse to look him in the eye with your bright red face. Gloam's grin softens to something genuine as his hand slides up to gently tilt your chin to look at him before he leans forward and softly kisses your brow.

"Thank you, Kjæreste. For indulging me, I won't ask you to again if you truly don't wish to, but I would love to dance with you again." You sigh good naturally, unable to help the grin on your face.

"I'll think about it." You answer, knowing full well you'll cave. Gloam's smile turns coy, seeming to know the same thing you did but kindly deciding not to address it, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before using that hold to pull you to the door that led below deck. You dig your heels in and go to protest but are shushed easily.

"The cleaning-"

"We have it Stjernelys, you need rest. I can tell that our dance tired you. Sleep." You grumble but can't deny your exhaustion, and don't grace him with a response, instead simply glaring at his amused grin as you descend the stairs, grin still pulling at your lips despite your best efforts.

[mineral-poetry]

WHO AM I

An endless white void, painfully empty yet indescribably dense. That’s what the world is to me sometimes.

I forget so easily, my memories have so many inconsistencies, they don’t make sense, there’s holes in them, I forgot. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget. I can’t remember, I’m so sorry.

My brain feels like a run-down archive, so many of the files are missing, damaged, destroyed. Where are my memories. I can’t remember anymore. I don’t remember how you look. You were the most important person in the world to me and I don’t remember your face, your voice, once the most comforting thing in the world is now completely null. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

Everything hurts and I don’t remember why. Why can’t I listen to that song? Why does it make me feel sick? Why am I scared. Why am I so terrified of everything... what am I scared of? I don’t know, my archive is emptying, that file is missing.

I replace bits and pieces of lost files with new memories so often I feel like the ship of Theseus. If you’ve replaced every single part on a boat, is it the same boat anymore? Am I the same person? I don’t know, I don’t remember.

I want to look into a mirror and see myself, but I cant. I look in the mirror and I see someone else. I don’t know them. A body that I control but a body that is not my own. I cant answer the question “Who am I” because I don’t know. I wish I did; I wish I remembered. But I forgot who I am.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Please don’t be angry at me.

[empress-violetlight]

I was in Desolace today on Eveie, my Goblin Warlock, killing demons for a class quest, when I remembered I hadn't done one of my favourite Classic WoW quests - Kodo Roundup

Desolace is home to the Kodo Graveyard, where the wonderful Kodo Beasts migrate to from all over the continent of Kalimdor at the end of their lives. There's a Goblin hanging out near the graveyard, however, who gives you an invention of his.

Zap a dying Kodo, and it's revitalized!

You can save 5 Kodo from certain death during this questline, and you even get their thoughts -- they're grateful, and happy to help their new Goblin friend as caravan Kodos.

I love Kodos, and it's cool to actually be able to do this quest on a Goblin toon. Love how Turtle WoW added them in. They're such fitting additions to the Horde, it's weird they weren't there from the get-go in retail.

[greencolour]

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Oh, the subtext of it all. I know she's talking about powers but out of context...

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[midydoof]

This was my request fill for the One Piece Fanwork Exchange back in April that I posted on AO3. The zosan prompt was "two pining idiots"

I've been debating for months whether to post it on tumblr since long vertical comics often don't look good in the thumbnails, still not sure I'm too happy with that bit.

[nicktoonsunite]

[fernandesart]

It's their month

[wreniriis]

The World 💫

[chloesimaginationthings]

that old mannnnn damn you draw henry so well

Shout out to Henry Emily, I love drawing him old and depressed

[subzeroparade]

Litanies, the """""last thing I'll write for Bloodborne""""" (I may have once said), is a year old. Happy anniversary dead cetacean on a beach that may or may not be a god •ᴗ•

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Bloodborne  Rating: M for typical Bloodborne yucky bits  Characters: Gehrman, Maria, Laurence, Micolash, Ludwig, Caryll, Rom, Willem, Byrgenwerth-era and DLC focus

I don’t really understand what I saw. Something dead, or so it seemed. I watched the scholars open it. Dismantle it. I saw them elbows-deep in it. And I think, truth be told, that I should not have witnessed what I did.

The Fishing Hamlet: six accounts, four survivors, and the language of disbelief.

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This sprang fully-formed from my brain after re-reading Joyce Carol Oates’ outrageously excellent Poe Posthumous; or, The Light-House (which has sat, squirming, at the back of my brain for the better part of a decade) and shares some thematic kinship with Lovecraft’s The Shadow Over Innsmouth, the direct inspiration for the DLC’s Fishing Hamlet. This is written with both these works in mind, a vaguely mystery-box narrative approach, and an immense amount of delight. 

edit: I forgot to mention that if you are particularly bitter about academia, then this work is definitely for you. 

[dumbasssdoodles]

My fav totk outfit frfr (made for linktober last year)

[sintiadaria]

'Don't cry, hm? Shizun will never hit you again. So don't cry.'

[hayden-christensen]

OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022) Cinematography by Chung-Hoon Chung

@pscentral event 26: minimalism