Legends and tales from the southern wasteland

my story and those of a few others .

[icefromnowhere]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AU7MPYF_1I4

[camandgirls]

[icefromnowhere]

[angelinaabdl-deactivated2020011]

[icefromnowhere]

10/15/2019

Ice had not been sleeping well,in the last 48 according to his math about 3 hours in the whole of two days. He had bags under his eyes and his body ached. The desire to just sleep at a whim was strong but his reasoning remained. He was at work and had to maintain a facade of sanity. His normal mental clarity seemingly magnified by his circumstances, but his voice in his head was not his own in fact it never had been . None were "his" though they all were of him,different accents of English other languages, he recognized french a soft german and what he thought might be Gaelic. There where others he could not identify some melodious to the ears and others guttural. He had no reference point for many and had given up making sense of them long ago. He had only just revealed the nature of his internal dialogue to his lady recently and though he loved her more than any conceivable notion he wondered if she believed him. He smirked and realized it didn't matter if she did. At the self profession of inconceivable amounts of love he thought of an Alan watts speech "I love you so much I could eat you" popped in his thoughts . Yes he chuckled aloud no one capable of hearing him in the engine room of the boat. He missed his lady and his kids but something was chewing at his soul deep in the part that he couldn't self seek for . A worry unfounded he hoped but he divined that it wasn't the chorus in his head seemed to be in unison even the ones he couldn't understand he could feel , they all his sum for lack of a better word were terrified of something

[icefromnowhere]

Big feels here hope all of my followers are happy

[icefromnowhere]

Looking for artist

Want to find artist for commission multiple works at least three

[icefromnowhere]

Negative

The motivation of this other vessels crew drove ice insane he hated busy body people. Not much could make him more furious than busy for the sake of busy,of course he did his job and did it well but this new boat and its crew could never be his home .

[icefromnowhere]

The seamstress of souls

Arc rolled out of bed the fall sun magnified through his window finally too muchof an annoyance to be ignored. His bedroom floor was not much better,malt liquor bottles rattled as his feet hit them. He needed to clean but didn't care. He stumbled to his desk and shook his computers mouse until his screen lit up . One forty eight in the afternoon . Not late for work but close enough to be a bother. He fished around the pig sty that was his room and found his work pants and shirt ,with a good whiff he determined they would make it another day and started to dress himself . His head didn't hurt he no longer got hungover like a normal person , a fact he was thankful for as he rested in his chair after getting dressed.He didn't want to play games or watch youtube scared he would lose track of time . The walk down the stairs was the same day in day out his hazy brain fogged and mostly still inebriated his roommate Daryl slept like a baby on the dirty old stained low rider couch that they were all so fond of .

Arcs living room was a mess as was his kitchen and he had to move things around to brew a pot of coffee . The aroma of the drink was strong and it always made him feel like a little boy to watch the machine once his parents as it percolated black magic into its pot . He had to wash his cup collected from a mountain of dishes before he could imbibe the steaming caffeinated witches brew, as he poured he looked into the living room Daryl stopped snoring and rolled over and then returned to his rhythmic sleep song. He leaned on the counter waking up more fully as he drank . This was the second best part of his day the best part was soon to arrive when he got to work.

He wasted much of his afternoon waking his roommate and encouraged the other man to wash the dishes. He donned his trenchcoat with his hoodie and closed the door behind himself. it was easier to walk to work than driving and arc disliked driving ,anyways this saved him money and that got him more beer. His walk was short through a hole in a fence across a street through a yard and a parking lot simple as could be he was at work or at least on hospital property. He felt his pocket and found his work I.D and clipped it on . His right pocket held his knife or more accurately his plaything the folding blade was more dull than a butter knife and he spent more time playing with it in his hands than using it for anything. He would flip it open stand it on his finger top and close it ,he would spin it on his palm and flip it through the air it was almost like a part of him and he cherished it's dead weight in his pocket .

He crossed the parking lot quickly and grabbed the back door to the building there was a card reader but grabbing the door with its barely engaged magnetic lock more than sufficiently gave him entry plus this left no record of his arrival. He hated people keeping track of him and he had dozens of ways to move through the building without being seen . He rounded the corner it was close to 330 and the day shift personnel were stacking at the shift machine . He served through the crowd and slid his badge through the machine giving a glance at a gorgeous brunette woman with a mousey face and adorable freckles across her nose and cheeks , at the sight of her his vision caught stars and his stomach tightened .she smiled in a pleasant uplifting way with her whole face at him her eyes smiled with her face her ears even seemed to take on a pink hue, it wasn't a generalized smile as if she heard a joke , no the smile was aimed at him and it warmed in a way he hadn't felt in quite some time a tingling in the middle of his sternum like anxiety but a happy anxiety. Everyday he came to work he waited for a chance to see her to talk to her and she would come talk to him soon enough.

Moments later:

He grabbed his trash keys and walked out of the basement hitting his elevator button before any coworkers could catch up to him he had to collect boxes from the Xray department fast so he could get to the lab she would come talk to him there so he sped up his pace he didn't want to miss her . He got on the elevator and rode up to the first floor grabbed a cart from the trash room and rounded the corner almost giddy ...how long had it been since he had felt this way? He pondered this as he parked the cart and punched in the lab access code. As he brought the box cart out of the lab he heard a sweet voice from behind the cart he had parked in the hallway . " hey there" she poked her head around the cart and he blushed . He said hi almost too desperately. His day was good now as long as he kept her smiling at him even if it meant making a fool of himself. She had big brown eyes that drew him to her and a smile that soothed his once shattered heart, as if she reached in him and everyday slowly she sewed it back together one or two stitches each time . He made her laugh and smile joking and being foolish until that gorgeous girl walked away and when she was gone he sank again into his own mind "can I do this again she is so different but she makes me feel so right?"

[icefromnowhere]

The second volume to my lifes soundtrack.

[littledoomgirl]

💜

[icefromnowhere]

Custom mtg for the fans I'll periodically make one for shits and giggles

[icefromnowhere]

A follower suggested I do soundtracks to my escapades here are the current ost covers I came up with on the fly

[icefromnowhere]

[icefromnowhere]

Le femm der boi

[icefromnowhere]

[icefromnowhere]

I am

I am . Hate personified I am . A Scorpio I am. A monster I am . The wrong sex I am. Conflicted I am. Broken I am . Afraid I am . Shattered and complete