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"We're all going to Hell. Might as well enjoy the ride."
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Featuring muses from Dead by Daylight, Dispatch, FNAF, Hazbin Hotel, and More!
Mun is 30+ with 16 years of rp experience
Blog is 18+/21+ due to mature themes such as gore, violence, death, abuse, and sometimes NSFW
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There's a strange flash of red light through the windows of Morgan's fishing boat out near the edge of the bay. The boat makes its way back to the dock, the fisherman emerging from the cabin. Morgan looked anxious, on the edge of near panic. Whatever he'd done on the boat, it had set him on edge.
The man nearly jumped out of his skin when he bumped into someone on the dock. He quickly recovered his balance to stop himself from falling into the sea.
"S-Sorry," he said, not looking them in the eye. He was distracted by something else unseen.
There's a strange flash of red light through the windows of Morgan's fishing boat out near the edge of the bay. The boat makes its way back to the dock, the fisherman emerging from the cabin. Morgan looked anxious, on the edge of near panic. Whatever he'd done on the boat, it had set him on edge.
The man nearly jumped out of his skin when he bumped into someone on the dock. He quickly recovered his balance to stop himself from falling into the sea.
"S-Sorry," he said, not looking them in the eye. He was distracted by something else unseen.
Morgan stood at the dock of Greater Marrow, his ship just having been released from the dry dock. He walked down the creaking avenue of planks to his vessel. He saw a young woman looking over his ship with obvious curiosity. Something about her reminded him of something he couldn't quite remember. The fisherman shook his head before approaching her.
"Can I help you, miss?" He asked. If she needed a lift or some kind of specific fish, he didn't mind. She wouldn't be the first and probably wouldn't be the last.
She almost didn't realize that someone had approached until he spoke. Shy jumped slightly, turning around to face the owner of the ship with a very awkward pause. After all, she wasn't expecting anyone out on the docks at the moment, nor did she know how to make what she was doing sound normal.
"Sorry!" She immediately jumped to an apology. "I wasn't like touching it or anything, I just...what's the name of your ship? I didn't see a name anywhere, and by the model I figure, it's probably a deeper water vessel. But most boats owned by commercial fishing operations are named, to keep track of who's where and the condition of the vessel and the crew, but I didn't see a name anywhere."
Morgan's fingers scratched at his scruffy beard. Huh. He hadn't really thought about that before. "She was a gift from the mayor when my ship crashed on the rocks beyond the lighthouse," he said, gesturing to where the bay let out. "This one's a loaner that became mine once I paid it off. I don't suppose the town ever did give it a name. And I guess I hadn't thought to do it myself."
There was a pause as he thought on it for a bit. "Seems like I'll need to name her eventually. But for now I'm the only fisherman here. I man her on my own. No crew but me. Sounds a bit lonely, doesn't it? But I do enjoy the peace."
"Oh! My gosh...I'm so glad you came out of the wreck alive!" A hand flies to cover her mouth like a bird fluttering to a higher perch. "Was the wreckage ever recovered? And do you know what caused it?"
She's equal parts concerned for his safety and ate up with curiosity about his stay in this town and what it has led to. "I'm not sure about lonely...I've heard people say that the ocean speaks to those who traverse her waters, and she can be all the company a bay man needs. Most of the sailors I've talked to feel they're married to the sea in a way...I do think it's a little dangerous, though. Do you have a way of contacting the Coast Guard in case of an emergency?"
"Aye," he said, almost a bit too calm about it. "I came out of it just fine. Woke up on the docks here with a few belongings. Eventually I was able to go back to the wreck and recover what I could of the cargo."
The ocean spoke to those who traversed her waters... She was right about that. But more than that it could terrify them. Being out in the dark of night, seeing rocks that weren't there, ships that didn't exist, and unfathomably large creatures just below her surface, the whispers in the darkness that called to-
Morgan realized for a moment he'd been staring out at the ocean in a daze. He blinked and shook his head. "It can be deadly out there if you're not careful. As for the coast guard, the Gray Isles don't have a Coast Guard. The towns are too few and far between and we're quite a ways from any mainland. No need to worry yourself, lass. I'm careful out on the waters."
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Dredge is about the overwhelming force of grief and the lengths it drives us to. Dredge is about love persisting beyond all reason. Dredge is about how a refusal to accept an unchangeable past will destroy you. Dredge is about wouldn’t it be scary if there was a fish that looked so so so weird
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Morgan stood at the dock of Greater Marrow, his ship just having been released from the dry dock. He walked down the creaking avenue of planks to his vessel. He saw a young woman looking over his ship with obvious curiosity. Something about her reminded him of something he couldn't quite remember. The fisherman shook his head before approaching her.
"Can I help you, miss?" He asked. If she needed a lift or some kind of specific fish, he didn't mind. She wouldn't be the first and probably wouldn't be the last.
She almost didn't realize that someone had approached until he spoke. Shy jumped slightly, turning around to face the owner of the ship with a very awkward pause. After all, she wasn't expecting anyone out on the docks at the moment, nor did she know how to make what she was doing sound normal.
"Sorry!" She immediately jumped to an apology. "I wasn't like touching it or anything, I just...what's the name of your ship? I didn't see a name anywhere, and by the model I figure, it's probably a deeper water vessel. But most boats owned by commercial fishing operations are named, to keep track of who's where and the condition of the vessel and the crew, but I didn't see a name anywhere."
Morgan's fingers scratched at his scruffy beard. Huh. He hadn't really thought about that before. "She was a gift from the mayor when my ship crashed on the rocks beyond the lighthouse," he said, gesturing to where the bay let out. "This one's a loaner that became mine once I paid it off. I don't suppose the town ever did give it a name. And I guess I hadn't thought to do it myself."
There was a pause as he thought on it for a bit. "Seems like I'll need to name her eventually. But for now I'm the only fisherman here. I man her on my own. No crew but me. Sounds a bit lonely, doesn't it? But I do enjoy the peace."
((that feeling when your brain wants to add an obscure muse from an indie game that probably no one will interact with. *gestures to Morgan from Dredge*))
((ah fuck it imma add him anyway))
((that feeling when your brain wants to add an obscure muse from an indie game that probably no one will interact with. *gestures to Morgan from Dredge*))
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[[Another fic I did a while back that I did on DA and wanted to do a rewrite of~ Hope you guys like it. Feedback is appreciated. Under the cut cause it’s long-ish.]]
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