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Home-Rules-About
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One of the Christmas gifts I got for @blackfeatherlancer Still like this one, so decided to post it ahaha.
Magpie belongs to @blackfeatherlancer, Rook’s mine. Wonderful art done by mrgamblinman!
Another gift for a wonderful Mothybean over @blackfeatherlancer! She’s wonderful guys, everyone should go throw happy birthdays at her!
Magpie belongs to @blackfeatherlancer! Lovely art by maryallen138.
the battle is over, casualties tallied & i am relearning the shape of myself like a language that used to fit on my tongue. i never knew spoils of war could look so much like punishments: the landscape of my body is foreign territory & i can’t find my way home anymore. i used to be a symphony, now the notes don’t remember my name. i used to be bones whistling like winter-whittled trees, sharp enough to leave scars. veins rustling, rivers searching for oceans & great beautiful things i could not give. once, i sold my stomach for handful of sunlight & rose petals that withered on my windowsill the next day. once, i shed my armor of flesh & blood - if i’m lighter, maybe i can fly. maybe i can touch the sun. once, i was an orchestra of rattling ribs, gasping breaths that sang help help even as i whispered not hungry. but now fat muffles the music & i can hear my own voice, calling that the war is over & i’ve won.
CHASING THE SUN | paperharbors (for @inkstay’s prompt 127 “champion”)
i. rise you are a boy who wants to burn the world with wild wonder; you would break your own heart to see the shards scattered and you storm through life like a song bred to beauty / born from battle. ii. ephemeral people say the higher you fly, the farther you have to fall, but darling icarus— isn’t this view worth the way down? arms stretched wide, wind whispering: besides, your wings were never meant to last. ii. insurrection the sky holds its breath when you shatter— explode into fierce gold tones, fearless even as the wax sears your screaming skin, even as the sun sets your faith on fire: your first name was survivor. iii. phoenix this is why they tell your story, why modern poets hold this myth and marvel at the boy who brushed fingers to the sun. you remind us of broken glory and bared teeth: everything we never risked for freedom.
— don’t call me a fucking tragedy by amc (P421)
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i am in love with you but you’re a little shit.
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“I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph.” X
Friend decided to sneaky fling this Rook at me and oh goodness it’s too cute what even.
Rook is mine. Art done by samhound.
@thcdag:
– It was clear the man was dying. Even the blind could see. His eyes were dull, glazed over and his breathing haggard. It was often the fate of War Boy’s. They lived half lives.
“ Will he be back…?” The question was presented hesitantly. Dag didn’t want to bring up a sore subject, but she was still curious.
Drivers and lancers often had intensely close relationships even if this particular War Boy didn’t do much driving anymore.
As he moved, she tried her best to help him sit up . As sick as he was, he was heavy to Dag. “ Or, when will he be back?
It was only a matter of time.
Rook was aware of the enviable. He knew his own mortality. He knew it was just a waiting game - and the end was not going to be a pretty one no matter which way he looked at it. All War Boys lived on borrowed time anyway.
Will he be back? Those words sent a visible shudder through the driver. “’Course he will be.” Not denial there. Magpie had refused to go out without him and doing this spell he’d just been too weak to fight, to drive, to join their brothers and sisters on the Fury Road.
It would pass. Another tick closer to his own end.
While he appreciated her help the War Boy couldn’t help but to flinch a little away from her contact - not in pain, he was numb to that, but mostly distrust. He did not know her. The kindness was strange, something reserved to people other than his own. “Soon.” A pause before that raspy, quiet voice made an addition. “I hope. Depends what he can find.” With everything that had happened it might be questionable; the unsettling and unrest brought changes that everyone struggled to cope with.
Ignoring the taste of copper in his mouth he moved a bit, scooting a bit towards the edge of the rock slab that had served as his resting point... fully intending to try to haul himself back to his feet with what shaky strength his disease revenged body had managed to futilely grasp.
you’ve become so damaged, that when someone wants to give you, what you deserve you have no idea, how to respond.
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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@thcdag:
– The Dag moved closer, holding up a a old tin cup, cold water dripping down tattooed fingers. “ It’s water.”
She looked the poor man over, brows furrowing in concern. He looked haggard, skin clinging to old and bones. Lips were torn, bloody. It was was a wonder he could talk.
Dag brought the cup to his lips, resisting the urge to run a hand over his head to soothe him. Cheedo had told her to be gentle with people. It had brought out a kinder side of the woman.
“….who’s Magpie?” He had croaked out a name before he looked at her.
That flit of pink again, stark against dried rust that dotted his lips. Water, Aqua Cola, the most precious and valuable resource within the entire wasteland that was their home. Every War Boy was trained to do without water, to live and fight with as little of it as was humanly possible, but with the illness-burned fevered that heated his body Rook needed it now more than ever.
So when the woman lifted the battled little tin cup to his mouth he didn’t even stop himself from drinking. There lingered just enough common sense to avoid drinking too fast, too much, he was already ill enough right now to add that on top of it but.. it did help some. He still felt like shit, there was no doubt of that, but the driver could feel the water helping to sharpen his senses once more... the hazed dullness lifting slightly.
And she was asking a question.
Now that he didn’t just taste blood and dust, now that his throat had cleared at least marginally, he finally could better answer that. “M’Lancer.” Someone so damn important to him. Almost more important to him than the Immortan had been! ... almost. “Went for tucker t’bring back.” Food, something damn important too, even if he ate little anymore.
Shoulders hunched a little bit Rook took the moment of sitting up to glance around the area, head tilted slightly as he tried to listen to the sounds of the Citadel... both the familiar and the new.