FROM FOOTHILL STEPPE TO BLACKENED SHORE

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Hello, I am 1ore and I make art about deserts. This is my silly little blog where I do everything but that.

◆  M0R1BUND.com! Pretty much all of my work, ever! Visual art and writing and projects that science cannot classify!

◆  Art blog!

◆  dA Gallery!

◆  The Blue Bird Website!

Take it easy out there and thanks for looking :^)

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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BRUN describe sinuk. SINUK describe brun.

I should come back and write this from first person at some point. but in the mean time, mercasor excerpts................2!

Sinuk is handsome in a way that Brun instinctively distrusts. Her features are strong and sharp, cut by shrapnel and acne scars that emanate from the left side of her face. A little bandage sits on the bridge of her aquiline nose. It doesn’t seem to be broken, so Brun just has to assume it’s there for looks. This fills her with a profound and intoxicating urge to tear it off—just to watch the woman squirm.

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Brun looks somehow smaller, in this light. Something about the way she carries herself causes her to disappear underneath her thick, black coat, but surprise pins her to the screen like a ruffled butcher bird. Her eyes are wide, framed by heavy dark circles, freckles, and straw blonde bangs. She has a soft profile, but her chin and nose taper into sharp points. It’s a pattern that, Sinuk thinks, is repeated across the rest of her—sharp and soft, in equal measures.

these are both the first time they get described in detail LOL

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asking: why so penis... ?

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lore i love your original people. line them up. i give them all a kiss *walks past motu very fast*

*motu speedwalking adjacent to you*

this has been sitting in here a while for me to smile at but wough ;_____; THANK YOU anonymous

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△ brun - what are some affectionate words / expressions of affection you give to sinuk? 👁👁

Mercasor excerpts because somebody has to promo it 😔 One of the first "nice" things Brun says to Sinuk:

“If you train that eye of yours, and keep that hand steady—make every shot count—you’d have no equal this side of Scaiuq.”

It’s a curious thing. With no indication that it had ever gone, Sinuk’s bravado returns. She grins widely at Brun. “Except you.”

Brun bites down the inexplicable urge to smile.

“Except me.”

Much later in their relationship:

“Was that true, what you said? About your scars.” Brun thumbs Sinuk's knuckles in a way that she hopes is comforting.

Sinuk finally looks down at her. But when she meets Brun's eyes, she doesn’t truly see them.

“I don't really want to talk about it right now,” She says. Her voice is devoid of humor. No theatrics, no one-liners, not even a defensive joke for a time like this--there's nothing there at all. Brun doesn't know what to do with that. She's sitting in the woman's lap and, for the first time, she feels like she's an ocean away from her.

Brun bites her lip. She doesn't want Sinuk to be alone, over there, so she straightens out her spine and fills in the space between the woman's stomach and her back. Despite their awkward seating arrangement, the warmth of her body is comforting. Sinuk rests her chin in the nook between Brun's neck and shoulder. ‘There must be a tactical advantage to this, too,’ Brun thinks, bittersweetly. She’s the optimal height for a headrest.

At least Sinuk seems appreciative of that. Brun is relieved. She squeezes her hand, and says “If you need me to take over...”

Sinuk lets out a loud snort, the force of her laugh physically pushing Brun forward in her seat. “Woah, there, tiger. That's a little cocky of you, don't you think?”

Brun scoffs, but there's no heart in it. The laughter in Sinuk's voice is soothing. Brun lets go of her hands, and says “I learned from the best.”

“And you,” Sinuk plants a messy kiss into her shoulder, “Have got a lot to learn.”

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HI Here's a thing △

Jun, I know you don't wanna talk about your past too much, but how much do you actually remember of it? Is it in fleeting glimpses or nearly wholly remembered?

“Enough to tell you I was a piece of work!” Jun crinkles her eyes at you. “What they say about hindsight isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, though, kiddo. Memory is a funny thing.”

Maybe a 4/10. Jun doesn’t talk about her past very much (including to me!) but she’s very good at talking her way out of it obliquely.

(For this old ask meme)

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wait. i got a bunch of those ask memes to go through first hnuh

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I moved blogs! I think I refollowed everybody, but if I missed anyone you can find me there.

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finally hit my limit with not being able to search my blog so im uhhhhhhhh in the process of remaking. Stay Tuned Space Cowboys

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[Image: A cutaway of a river in motion, oriented vertically. Stands of arrowweed (Pluchea sericea) line the banks. Holding one another in the current are Brun and Sinuk, one woman stacked awkwardly on the other.]

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from the nape of her neck she made her descent

: -)

If it isn’t apparent already, I’ve been on one this week. Playing with a new ink brush, having a ton of fun with it… I mean, I usually have fun, but it’s nice to have the time and space to truly fool around.

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Everybody wanna see you with your hair down Wanna hear you hit the high note Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, Girl I don’t I know how the stones can fly Had some hard goodbyes Call me up, day or night Free drinks and bad advice

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about to act up and make an annotated bibliography for my ocs playlist