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It would be a mercy
⚠ CW: Monochrome blood, Temporary MCD, Graphic violence
An old messy sketch for @sky-squido's Time's Travels fic series! This is from back in march. I had plans to making some pencil sketches for my bookbind project but due to time restraints and severe skill issue I ended up deciding against it. Looking back though, this one seemed cool enough to post! Poor Sky and Twi 💔I still love that fic, super recommend :)
#my art#artwork#sketch#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#linked universe#lu sky#lu twilight#cw blood#whump#wowie me making art for time's travels??#totally unusual for me ik#it only happened like 5 times so far#LOL
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Beautiful handle on the gate.
#photography#photoshoot#photos#city#interesting#city photography#city life#beautiful#beautiful place#unusual#door#urban#urban photography#street#street photography#places#travel
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I usually write and post Undertale fanfiction on a different account, but I kept seeing those time-travel The Hobbit fics and I really liked the premise, so I wrote a small bit of one. I have no idea what else to do with it, soooooo here have the random fic I wrote at like 1 AM.
(Quick disclaimer, I'm not actually super well-versed in Middle-Earth lore. I've read and loved The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but I haven't gotten around to reading The Silmarillion or anything yet. I probably got some stuff wrong in terms of lore, so sorry about that. This was written for fun and I'm not planning on making it into a longer fic, but I thought I'd share it because why not.)
Bilbo was dead.
He knew he was dead. He had died in the Undying Lands, finally succumbing to the age of his body, surrounded by Frodo and Gandalf and the elves as he drifted off into his very last adventure. He had lived a long life. A good life. One with regrets, of course, but also one with much joy and love.
Hobbit-lore had never said much about their afterlife - not like the lore of elves, dwarves, or even men - but Bilbo had always supposed it would be something like this, the comfort of home. For he had found himself back in his hobbit-hole, back in Bag-End, seated at his table with a lovely-looking tea spread out before him.
His aches, his weariness, were gone. His joints and back moved easily, without any pain to speak of. His eyesight was perfectly clear. Even his bald patches had vanished, his head and feet covered once again in thick bushes of curly hair.
"Why, I don't feel a day over fifty," he marvelled under his breath, grinning a little.
Leaving his food on the table, he explored his home, running his fingers along the backs of chairs and rifling through drawers. Most things were exactly as he remembered it - better, even for he had not seen his silver spoons for decades, yet there they were, sitting neatly with the rest of his cutlery. The only objects unaccounted for were the things from his adventure; Sting, the coat of mithril, the chests of gold and silver, and the ring (he caught himself a moment before thinking 'his ring'). But he had given Sting and the coat to Frodo anyway, the ring had been destroyed, and he didn't suppose he would need gold or silver in the afterlife, so he paid it no mind.
He had just sat back down to his tea when the doorbell rang. He was not expecting visitors, of course, as he had only just gotten to this hobbitish afterlife, but he was not nearly as fussy about that sort of thing as he had once been, so he got to his feet and went to greet his guest.
He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it hadn't been a dwarf, and it most certainly hadn't been a very familiar dwarf with a long beard and a dark green hood, worn and stained from travel, his bright eyes glittering from beneath its hem.
The dwarf hopped inside as soon as the door was open, hanging his hooded cloak on one of the pegs, then sweeping into a low bow. "Dwalin at your service!"
Bilbo was frozen, one hand still on the polished brass doorknob, staring at his old friend, who now looked decades younger and was wearing the same clothes he had been the first time they had met.
"Dwalin?" he asked. "What are you doing here?" Even if the dwarf was dead too, he surely wouldn't be here, wherever here was.
Dwalin frowned slightly. "I am here for the meeting, of course."
"Meeting?" he echoed, mystified.
"Yes, the meeting." Dwalin gave him an odd look, as if he should have already known. "And, er, whose service do I have the pleasure of being at?"
Bilbo blinked. "What?"
"Your name," Dwalin elaborated.
After a moment of mutually puzzled silence, Bilbo took a closer look at Dwalin. The clothes. The appearance. The expression, politely confused. Asking for his name.
I don't feel a day over fifty.
He swallowed. "I - Bilbo." Slowly, he bowed. "Mister Bilbo Baggins, at your service." He straightened, gesturing to the hall behind him. "I, uh - I just set out tea. Please, help yourself."
Dwalin nodded, bustling off down the hall. Bilbo did not follow him, but sat down on the ornamental chair by all the hooks and put his head in his hands. This... wasn't possible, was it? He couldn't be back then. He had died, for goodness' sake.
Before he could get very far with his thoughts, the bell rang again. He sprang up, nearly wrenching the door open to reveal an old, red-hooded dwarf, who immediately hopped inside.
"I see they have begun to arrive already," he noted as he hung his hood next to Dwalin's. He then bowed, giving Bilbo an entirely unnecessary introduction.
"Balin, at your service!"
"Bilbo Baggins at yours," Bilbo replied, bowing in return. "Dwalin is inside - please, go join him, I'll bring out more tea. Unless you would prefer a little beer?" he added, remembering his old friend's preferences.
Balin smiled. "Yes, and some seed-cake, if you have any."
"Yes, lots."
Balin set off down the hall to join his brother, and Bilbo went to the pantry to collect the beer and seed-cakes.
Well, that settles it, he thought, a tad grimly. I am back at the very beginning of it all. He wasn't entirely enthusiastic about the prospect, given that he knew what lay ahead, but he resolved to do his very best with this second chance. To make their journey better with his knowledge. Maybe he could even save...
He shook his head and quickly delivered Balin's food and drink, right before the bell rang a third time and he had to rush back to the door.
It was Fili and Kili this time, and Bilbo's heart started aching when he saw them, young and whole and alive, their yellow beards clean of blood and grime, their eyes sparkling and clear.
"Kili at your service!"
"And Fili!"
He took their hoods and bags, setting them carefully to the side, and bowed back, fighting the urge to pull them both into a hug. Somehow, he managed to speak past the lump in his throat. "Bilbo Baggins, at yours and your family's."
"Dwalin and Balin here already, I see," said Kili cheerfully. "Let us join the throng!"
Bilbo nodded and stepped aside to let them pass. He very firmly set aside his grief, his questions, his racing thoughts, and fixed his mind on the task at hand - namely, preparing enough food, drink, and chairs to host a company of fifteen.
While the four dwarves settled in and got to talking, he hurriedly set out more places at the table, then started raiding his pantry, bringing out everything from the wine to the cheese wheels. Halfway through, the bell rang again, and he practically sprinted to the door - in fact, he got there fast enough that Gloin had only just come puffing up to the doorstep.
Introductions were short, and the five newcomers soon joined the others at the table while Bilbo went back to emptying his pantries before they could do it themselves.
He had almost finished when a loud rapping echoed down the hall, the knock of wood against wood. Bilbo sighed heavily, thinking mournfully of the dent in his nice green door that he had never quite gotten around to fixing, and, whisking one last plate of food onto the table, set off to let his guests inside for the fifth and final time that night.
He made sure to open the door very slowly and carefully, so as not to repeat his mistake from all those years ago and end up with a pile of dwarves on his doormat. This time, all four of them hopped inside without incident, and Gandalf ducked through the doorway a moment later.
"Hello, Bilbo," he greeted with a smile. "I hope you do not mind terribly that I brought guests to our tea."
Bilbo sighed again, casting a glance in the direction of his depleted pantries. "Not at all, Gandalf."
"Excellent!" The wizard clapped his hands. "Now, allow me to introduce you to Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!"
There were the usual bows and "At your service"s from Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur, and none at all from Thorin, not that Bilbo had expected any. He gave all four of them a deep bow in return.
"Bilbo Baggins." He glanced up, meeting Thorin's proud gaze and ignoring the pang of grief, an old, old pain that had never really gone away. "At your service."
Thorin merely turned to toss his sky-blue, silver-tasselled hood onto a hook beside the others.
"Now we are all here!" declared Gandalf, hanging his hat at the end of the row of hoods. "Quite a merry gathering. I hope there is something left for the latecomers to eat and drink!"
"Yes, there's plenty," replied Bilbo, gesturing for the group to follow him down the hall.
Gandalf fell into step beside him, peering curiously down at him. He opened his mouth to ask something, but Bilbo quickly interrupted.
"Be careful of the -"
Thunk.
"Rafters," Bilbo finished with yet another sigh, watching Gandalf rub his head.
"A little low, these ceilings," the wizard commented, grimacing.
"Or maybe you're just a little tall!" called a grinning Fili from the dining room. "We seem to be managing just fine."
"Impertinent dwarf," Gandalf grumbled, hunched over to keep from hitting his head again.
Bilbo darted ahead to pull out a chair for Thorin, the grandest chair he could find in his little hobbit-hole. Thorin paused for a moment, then slowly sank into it, nodding his thanks. Bilbo gave him a quick smile and took his own place at the table, which he had made sure to include this time, as he didn't want to miss out on all the food again.
He wasn't much for conversation, as he didn't want to slip up and reveal all the things he knew, but he didn't bother asking if they would stay for supper after the meal was finished. Already knowing the answer, he just made to collect the plates, and didn't protest when the dwarves sprang up to clear them away instead.
The dishes were soon cleaned and put away, and the dwarves came back to find Bilbo watching Thorin and Gandalf blow smoke-rings around the room.
"Now for some music!" Thorin declared as his company filed into the room, snuffing out his pipe and setting it aside. "Bring out the instruments!"
There was a rush for instruments just as Bilbo remembered, and he sat back in his chair to listen to the dwarves' music. It was enthralling as it had been the first time, and he felt as though he was indeed fifty all over again and feeling a great desire for adventure. He found himself humming quietly along to the familiar tune.
It eventually stopped, of course, once dark had fallen, and Thorin stood to begin his speech.
"Gandalf, dwarves, and Mister Baggins! We are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit - may the hair on his toes never fall out! All praise to his wine and ale!"
The ache in Bilbo's heart increased upon hearing his friend's typically long-winded beginning, and he barely managed to reply, "You are very kind." His voice came out with a funny choked quality to it, as if he was about to cry. Which was, of course, absurd, he thought as he blinked furiously against his burning eyes.
Thorin stopped, staring at Bilbo, his brow furrowed. "Is something the matter, Mister Baggins?"
Bilbo quickly shook his head, scrubbing away the tears that were leaking down his cheeks. "Nothing at all, Thorin," he whispered, unable to help the familiarity that slipped out with his friend's first name. "And, uh -" He cleared his throat, speaking a little louder. "Please, call me Bilbo, all of you. It seems appropriate if we're to - uh, work together."
Slowly, Thorin nodded, although he did not continue with his speech. He just... stared at Bilbo, a puzzled divot between his heavy brows, until Bilbo shifted uncomfortably, worried that he had made a mistake.
"Tell me, Mister Baggi - Bilbo," said Thorin suddenly. "Do you have much experience in the matter of burglary?"
Bilbo felt his lips twist into a humourless smile as images flashed in his mind. A golden cup. A large gemstone that could be called white, if you ascribed the same colour to the stars themselves. Before that, a set of keys, countless morsels of food, even the very dwarves who now sat in his dining room. All done while invisible, of course, but perhaps this time he could be a burglar before he found the ring as well as afterwards. (He was a little reluctant to take possession of the ring again now that he knew what it was, but he also knew that it had been an invaluable asset on their journey, and besides if he hadn't found it, it wouldn't have been destroyed, so he resolved to pick it up again as he had before.)
"Yes. Quite a bit, in fact."
A murmur of surprise went around the room. Even Gandalf's bushy eyebrows raised, although he stayed silent, still puffing on his pipe.
"How about travel?" Thorin asked, evidently set on grilling him now. "Fighting? Sword or axe, what's your weapon of choice?"
Bilbo sighed yet again. "I'm rather skilled at darts, if you must know, and I quite enjoy a good hike now and then," he answered, voice dripping with sarcasm that he never would have dared back at the beginning, but he was rather used to being treated with the indulgence afforded to eccentric elderly folk, so he didn't think much of it at all until Thorin snorted and he realised that the dwarf had taken his words seriously.
Another outbreak of muttering spread throughout the room, and amidst all the questions about his sincerity, he caught the fated words, murmured by Gloin to Oin.
"He looks more like a grocer than a burglar."
Bilbo's teeth gritted, and he addressed Thorin again, discarding the sarcasm this time. "In all seriousness, I favour a sword, although seeing how I am not currently in possession of one, the question seems moot."
Thorin looked him up and down, as if trying and failing to imagine him using a sword. "I see."
Electing to ignore the dwarves' doubt, Bilbo stood, heading towards the hallway. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I am going to -" His toes snagged on something, perhaps a hole in the carpet, and he stumbled, a hand darting out to steady himself upon Gandalf, who happened to be the nearest solid object.
"Oh, terribly sorry, Gandalf," apologised Bilbo, looking quite a bit less flustered than one might expect. "As I was saying, I am going to fetch a light. I will return in a moment."
"Excellent idea," replied Gandalf, peering down at Bilbo. The dwarves may not have found his stumble suspicious, but the wizard was well aware of the surefootedness of hobbits and suspected Bilbo to be up to something, which, of course, he was.
At fifty, Bilbo Baggins had been polite to a fault and wholly inexperienced in theft. However, having lived over a hundred and thirty years before his death, he now considered himself a fairly seasoned burglar and quite disliked being doubted or mocked. So when he saw the opportunity to prove himself, he took it, and by the time he returned with a lamp, Gandalf was rifling through his pockets in search of a map he was certain he had had on his person.
Bilbo placed the lamp on the table and tilted his head curiously at the wizard, struggling to conceal a grin. "Is there something wrong, Gandalf?"
Gandalf's shrewd eyes snapped to him, and he gazed intently for a moment or two before explaining, "I seem to have lost a rather important map. You wouldn't happen to have any idea of its whereabouts, would you?"
"Not the foggiest clue," Bilbo replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Oh - wait, what is this?" With a - perhaps unnecessary - theatrical flourish, he withdrew the map from his waistcoat, holding it up. "Well, it appears it's right here in my pocket. How odd." He dropped it onto the table in front of Gandalf, his grin breaking through his attempted poker face.
Gandalf stared at the map for a few seconds, then chuckled loudly and suddenly, patting Bilbo on the back. "Very impressive, my friend."
Bilbo laughed and went to sit back down, not noticing the suspicious look Gandalf shot him behind his back.
"Now, then," the wizard began, spreading the map out on the table. "This was made by Thror, your grandfather, Thorin. It is a plan of the Mountain."
Thorin glanced at it, then shook his head, disappointed. "I don't see how this will help us much. I remember the Mountain well enough, and the lands about it. And I know where Mirkwood is, and the Withered Heath where the great dragons bred."
"There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain," put in Balin. "But it will be easy enough to find him without that, if ever we arrive there."
"Unfortunately so," Bilbo murmured to himself, his shoulders curling a little inwards.
"There is one thing you haven't noticed, and that is the secret entrance," pointed out Gandalf. "You see that rune on the west side, and the hand pointing to it from the other runes? That marks a hidden passage to the Lower Halls."
"It may have been secret once," Thorin countered, "but how do we know it remains so? Old Smaug has lived there long enough now to find out anything there is to know about those caves."
"He may, but he can't have ever used it. It is far too small for him - 'five feet high the door and three may walk abreast' say the runes, and Smaug couldn't have crept into a hole that size even when he was a young dragon, let alone now, after devouring so many of the dwarves and the men of Dale. In any case, the door should be closed and hidden, made to look exactly like the side of the mountain, and therefore kept secret from the rest of the world, if not from Smaug."
Bilbo leant closer to get a proper look at the map, which he had not seen for decades. The Mountain drawn in dark ink on the paper seemed a lot smaller than the Mountain of his memories.
"Also," Gandalf went on, "I forgot to mention that with the map came a key, a small and curious key. Here it is!" He presented it to Thorin, a key with a long barrel and intricate wards, flashing silver in the lamplight. "Keep it safe!"
"Indeed I will," replied Thorin, taking the key and fastening it upon the fine gold chain that hung around his neck. "Now things begin to look more hopeful. This news alters them much for the better. So far we have had no clear idea of what to do. We thought of going east, as quiet and careful as we could, as far as the Long Lake -"
Bilbo had heard Thorin's ramblings before, of course, and if this was an ordinary meeting with friends, he would have tuned him out. However, he was acutely aware of just how precious his time here was - every second with Thorin and Fili and Kili alive, every second with the others smiling and in good cheer, every second unburdened by deep, heavy grief - so he listened quietly to the voice he'd spent so many years missing.
"- but we none of us liked the idea of the Front Gate. The river runs right out of it through the great cliff at the south of the Mountain, and out of it comes the dragon too - far too often, unless he has changed his habits."
"That would be no good," added Gandalf. "Not without a mighty warrior, even a hero. I tried to find one, but warriors are busy fighting one another in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood, heroes are scarce, or simply not to be found. Swords in these parts are mostly blunt, axes are used for trees, and shields as cradles or dish-covers; dragons are comfortably far-off, and therefore legendary. That is why I settled on burglary - especially when I remembered the existence of a side-door. And here is our little Bilbo Baggins, the burglar, the chosen and selected burglar. So now let's get on and make some plans."
"Very well, then," agreed Thorin. "Supposing the burglar gives us some ideas or suggestions." He turned to Bilbo with mock politeness, although it was a bit less mocking than it had been the first time around.
Bilbo drew himself up, meeting Thorin's gaze with a determined look. He was the only one there who knew what was in store, and over the course of the night, he had come to the decision that he meant to bring them all through the journey and out the other side alive and more or less intact, if at all possible. "Certainly, Thorin," he answered briskly. "I should think that we ought to focus on actually getting there and finding the side-door before we worry about dealing with much else. I take it there is quite a lot of treasure?" he added, although he already knew.
Thorin nodded. "Yes, halls upon halls of it."
"It will be impossible for me to move it all by myself. I will be able to perhaps steal one or two pieces before the dragon notices us, so I would suggest you give some thought as to which pieces you should like." A large white gem glimmered in his mind again before he pushed the image away and forged on, ignoring the echoes of dread. "I would also suggest -" His voice trembled, and he cleared his throat, trying to keep his words steady. "I would also suggest that we take a moment to consider the possibility of things such as dragon-sickness, and how it may be overcome once the Mountain is in our possession."
"Sage advice," said Gandalf approvingly, filing away his suspicion to deal with later and patting Bilbo on the shoulder.
Bilbo threw him a quick smile, though he was unable to hide the hint of tiredness to it. He found that he didn't particularly want to speak of their journey anymore, not with the knowledge of what was to come weighing on him, heavy as a sack of dragon-guarded gold.
"And, well, don't you know, I think we have talked long enough for one night, if you see what I mean. What about bed, and an early start, and all that? I would appreciate some help with breakfast tomorrow, if anyone would be so kind."
"You're the host, are you not?" replied Thorin, raising a dark, heavy brow. "But I agree about bed and breakfast. I like six eggs with my ham when starting on a journey - fried, not poached, and mind you don't break 'em."
Bilbo crossed his arms, staring at the dwarf expectantly, until Thorin reluctantly added, "Please."
Bilbo nodded and grabbed a small notebook that had been laying on the mantlepiece, quickly jotting down Thorin's preferred breakfast. "Anyone else?"
The dwarves and Gandalf all ordered their breakfasts, and Bilbo managed to get a 'please' from every one of them. Afterwards, he had to find places for all of them to sleep, which was thankfully a much shorter affair than last time, as he had his previous experiences to go by. He did have to dig extra blankets out of the linen cupboard, and set several dwarves and Gandalf (who was much too tall for his spare beds) up on couches and chairs, but he eventually got them all stowed away and retired to his own little bed. The shock of finding himself back in the past, along with having to host thirteen dwarves and a wizard, had left him rather exhausted, despite the renewed strength of his younger body. Before he collapsed into bed, he remembered to leave a sliver of his curtains unclosed, so that he would be awoken by the rays of dawn.
He fell asleep to the sound of Thorin's humming from the bedroom next to his, and this time, it was comforting.
The Hobbit was created by J.R.R. Tolkien.
#the hobbit#the hobbit fanfiction#i thought the premise was really interesting#middle of the night writing inspiration let's gooooo#also i haven't actually mentioned it on this blog but undertale is one of my main special interests#quite unusual that i write fanfic for anything else#one does not control the inspiration i suppose#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#gandalf the grey#balin#dwalin#fili#kili#dori#nori#ori#oin#gloin#bifur#bofur#bombur#thorin's company#time travel fic
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Brainstorming a protagonist for the Dugtrio Day AU
Meet Echo, everybody!
#‘SOFIE YOU CAN’T MAKE EVERY SINGLE PROTAGONIST OF YOURS EVOLVE IN WEIRD AND UNUSUAL WAYS’#haha atypical evolutions go brrrrrr#Echo is between an umbreon and espeon because she’s constantly using passages of time that she’s found to skip between locations#she’s unlocked fast travel and she makes good use of it#and this throws off her exposure to sunlight and moonlight#so when it’s time to determine whether or not it’s day or night when she’s evolving the universe kinda just shrugs bc that’s a whole mess#Also!#She eventually loses her ability to evolve whatsoever#Palkia was pulling some strings to make it so she could#but at one point Echo just stops connecting with others and the lack of strong friendships means she can’t evolve#technically she could still find a stone or something. but that’s way too much time loss to justify#drawing this unlocked memories of my days as a warrior cats fanartist#Dugtrio Day AU#stuff by sofie#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd#pmd sky#pmd explorers#pmd eos#pmd2#pmd au#pmd oc#pmd ocs#pokemon mystery dungeon
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hey mallory! say cheese!
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#twister valley#art#art:mallory#nuclearocs#nuclearart#i already posted some traditional sketches of her earlier but i can finally draw digitally again so!! have a mallory :]#she's the main character of my original story twister valley which is the first installment of the fractured anthology#she used to hunt tornadoes with her friends while getting her meteorology degree and then continued for a while after school too#but they all had to go their separate ways to get actual jobs because. well. the chasing didn't really give them much money#and now years later the gang is getting back together for one last gig: travel to wethersfield in virginia to investigate freak weather#there's so many tornadoes there all of a sudden and that's very unusual... and then!!#it turns out that there's something entirely else going on!!!! oh no!!!!!!
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we have more than enough characters for a kh fighting game. It doesn’t even have to be canon, I just want to choose violence and see all the cool abilities each individual character can have
#my posts#I talked with my partner about this before and we think it could be like the jjba eyes of heaven game#where characters who have never met can interact and often have some fun dialogue to say#after beating the shit out of each other#and time travel shenanigans are involved I think (idk I haven’t actually played the game but I watched some cutscenes and ooGH!#imagining all the juicy unusual character interactions has me YEARNING)#(like tell me you DON’T want xemnas and ephemera to talk at least once! you can’t!)#anyway it would just be so cool!!!
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Sorry just went through your blog and saw the kingfrin stuff and my brain activated
Anyways. Hear me out. This is controversial but.
Siffrin domming the King? Come ON, Siffrin hates the King's guts by the end of act 4. Imagine them wielding that hatred in the form of eroticized violence towards him <3
Also something something "after all this time you've been unable to freeze Vaugarde. How pathetic. It seems the Universe is on my side, after all. How about I lead and *you* follow?"
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OHO. VERY VERY GOOD. adapting this to my belief system <3 "how about i lead and you follow" is an absolute banger line in on itself but its especially potent when said to the most egoistical god complex ass guy alive. its dom him duesday 👍🏽‼️💯
#also considering theres only like. 4 people total who are Into kingedfrin we can make it uncontroversial#act 4&5 sif could would and should dom that tin can motherfucker#maybe he'll calm down once he gets his shit rocked by a 4'9 traveler of strange and unusual temperament#another hot ask from someone!#kingedfrin
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having a bandom-based fictional f/o is SUCH A HARD LINE TO WALK SOMETIMES
#axel blabs#lIKE#NO I DON'T LOVE THE LEAD SINGER GUYS /I LOVE CLANCY I PROMISE/#i don't care bout tyler joseph he has a wife and 3 kids he can hang#BUT I WANNA BE /IN TRENCH/ /WITH CLANCY/!!!#I wanna travel w him and be his lover sobs#i wanna brave a new and unusual world w him!!!#the fandom sometimes treats him like the exact same person as the singer and it icks me out#they're v much separate but many fans don't get that and it makes me worried thats how my ship'll come off#T_T;#so far it hasn't been a thing and i am very grateful for it hhGRK#BUT i fear it will one day and im always alert
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gotta say that if bram stoker is trying to convince me that Renfield isn't actually future Johnathan from another timeline, then he isn't doing a very good job at it
#dracula daily#dracula#i'm joking i promise........ mostly#look the timeloop talk is getting to me; can you blame me for illogical brain wondering if time shenanigans are involved lmaoooo#obviously the mention of the guy's strength earlier makes you think of how dracula is described at the start#but it obviously can't be dracula himself#so it's either another random vampire OR............ *conspiracy voice* johnathan who got turned into a vampire in another timeline.....#HE WRITES IN A NOTEBOOK. THAT'S NOT A VERY UNUSUAL HOBBY OBVIOUSLY BUT#IT STANDS OUT WHEN OUR MC HAS BEEN DOING NOTHING BUT WRITING IN A NOTEBOOK/JOURNAL/DIARY THIS WHOLE TIME!!!#and just cutting back to some Mysterious Guy in general while we don't know Johnathan's fate........ yeah#a guy who is in an asylum which happens to be right next to the place johnathan had picked out for dracula#obviously no one would be expecting to find time travel/universe travel in their gothic literature lmao#so this is not a serious theory anyone would seriously have#but on the other hand...... we already have a freaking cowboy. this book is already wild enough. WHY NOT
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"The Switchblade"
It's a three-wheel, street legal vehicle that you drive from your garage to a nearby local airport.
Courtesy: Samson
#art#design#flying private#travels#luxury lifestyle#flying car#flying cars#switchable#samson#street legal#vehicle#unusual vehicles#electric vehicles#billionairelife#luxury cars
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So my dad and I went on a road trip a few years ago. We hit a lot of national parks, ghost towns, bizarre little tourist traps, the weirdest things we could find in Vegas, etc.
(Also, we accidentally went to an alien-themed brothel but I guess that's another story.)
We did... go to Death Valley... but it was not a great experience. lmao
To preface, it had been windy for a lot of our trip, which affected our stops to varying degrees. By far the two worst situations were in Petrified Forest and Death Valley. We still sort of enjoyed Petrified Forest, even though I literally got blown over a few times and the pictures weren't great. We actually talk about going back there some time to see it better because I do love fossils.
Death Valley tho...
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I do like deserts, to be clear. I think deserts can be really, really beautiful. And I think maybe in much, much better circumstances, Death Valley might be beautiful. But it was not beautiful that day, and we are not making plans to go back.
We'd actually planned to stay there a couple nights, but the wind had basically kicked up a dust storm that was so bad that it cut power to the entire park. This is very dangerous in a place like Death Valley, where you can literally die if you get stranded. Like... they call it that for a reason. It was April, so less hot than it would be later, but it's still a desert in the middle of freaking nowhere.
When we finally got to our hotel, we found that it had lost power and probably wouldn't be getting it back for a day or two. That meant very little by way of food options, absolutely no internet, and, probably more importantly, it meant we wouldn't be able to charge our cell phones. The gas station also was not working.
So even though we had quite a bit of gas in the tank, the prospect of potentially running out of gas with no cell service or internet in a place called Death Valley was enough to run us out of town. We saw a little bit of the place before we left, but visibility was so poor that it was difficult to see much.
(And... I have to be honest with you, it was not the most visually interesting desert I've ever seen.)
In the end, we ended up just canceling our hotel stay (they couldn't check us in anyway) and driving to Lone Pine. Which was beautiful.
So uhhhh here are some scenes from Death Valley. Mostly, after a certain point, taken from inside a car. Because we were in a fucking dust storm.
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To know just how bad the wind was, here's a video from when we stopped at the hotel/fuel center. Please keep in mind, if you turn the audio on, that I was in a truck.
For this next section, the gas station we stopped at just outside of the park, please just know that I double-checked the time stamps and this was early evening but it was not dark yet. You can kind of see how the sky was blue from some angles, but the sun was still being blotted out by the storm. The closest I've experienced to that otherwise is the odd sort of half-light you experience during an eclipse.
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And then we got to Lone Pine and it looked like fucking this when we woke up. lmao. One of the most beautiful places I've ever been. What the fuck.
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#I can post photos from lone pine if anyone wants to see them but uh#death valley was a Whole Thing#and they told us that storms like that weren't too unusual#that said it was going to be one of the most expensive hotels for the entire trip despite not being that nice#(you don't have a ton of options out there)#so we did save some money#the travel bug#death valley
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hey can planes stop crashing for like 5 minutes. thanks.
#seriously is there anyone who knows more about crashes+statistics than me who can like#say if we are seeing an Unusual Increase or just increases press coverage#i mean we just had a major one w the runway collision and the others are. relatively more minor? relatively??#but damn it feels like they wont stop popping up on my news feed#is the news just showing me every single tiny or major plane crash bc it knows im interested or is this like#a culmination of years long issues (boeing+understaffing in general+increased air travel+etc etc)#idk if trump attacking the agencies is relevant like. Right Now.#if only bc idk the exact effects and how long itll take to see Actual Consequences of the attacks#but goddamn is it bad timing to have like. one relatively high profile a crash a week since u started attacking the Air Safety Agencies#buzzy
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Lobster Claw Flower, La Fortuna, Costa Rica
#travel#wanderlust#la fortuna#costa rica#lobster claw flower#tropical flowers#flower#unusual flowers
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Man why do old people in public always stare at you so much for the smallest things?? STOPP ITTTT!!! Yes i'm carrying a 5kg bag of hay! You're obviously free to look but why are you the only one on this crowded train fixating on me like you're trying to draw my face from memory? Is it THAT weird? Are you SO perplexed as to why i would possibly need a big bag of hay that has a bunch of pictures of rodents on it that you can't resist sharply turning your head in my direcion every time i move? Are you the new anti-hay security they hired without telling me? Please restrain yourself from making me have an anxiety attack i'm begging you
#lifeblogging#rant#so guess what i just did lol#i want to make it clear that i don't mind a few looks if i'm carrying something unusual like a huge bag of hay or molly in his travel cage#but the excessive glaring that i get almost every day from old people genuinely makes me so insecure lol#i'm already recovering from some social anxiety but this type of stuff happens on normal days when i'm just going to uni#and man does it trigger me#there's smth about me that old people find absolutely FASCINATING that literally no one else seems to notice and i'm wondering what it is??
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okay I tagged that post as me because it made me remember that when I was 14 I used to have a recurrent paranoid delusion that I was stuck in a time loop. but real bon fans might already know this because I'm pretty sure I talked about it on my blog LMAO
#chatter#admittedly i still have some unusual beliefs but i can now confidently say that i am not a time traveler. nor am i clairvoyant
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The European Tram-Driving Championships.
You read that right.
#tram#Tram-EM#unusual sports#(I hope that's not a euphemism)#love the tram billiard and tram bowling#alongside more expected events like the precision stop#also check out this guy's video on the 1904 Paris Olympics#it's a blast#The Tim Traveller#Youtube
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