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Me walking into a gay bar after reading Boys: where the FUCK is Link we need to have a talk

[a-hiatus-sundae]

So Wolf Alice covered Charlie XCX's Boys today on Triple J's Like a Version and it's giving me Larrett feels. @linkslipssinkships

[reliving-elegy]

Apostates

"Enough talk then. We've work to do."

The entity speaks calmly. Omen is addressing the living room of his home, where the many Apostates have gathered for a quick briefing of their goals for the next couple of years.

"Keep on your toes. Things are coming to a head. The only thing we can change now is how prepared we are. Each group has their task. Shall we recall?"

"The Earth can't hide anything from me. My senses are sharp, unrivalled and instinctive. If they should stand, then I will make them fall."

"The sea's grand: she's fine, and wide and... well, beautiful. I trust 'er more than any person alive, an' she's loyal to me in turn. If it swims, then I'll make 'em drown."

"Watch.... the.... Sky. If... it seeks... it will... be... hunted."

"The world is not infinite, and time has had its beginning. If it can be thought of, then I will remember it."

"Everybody's somebody. A limb, a heart, some weird shit in-between. If it's part of us, then it will be me."

"There's a chat t'be had. Heavy conversations made light, n' good things hidden in the dark of people's heads. If it can be spoken, then we'll talk about it."

"There's a nothing that should be something. A right set wrong, needing its place in the world returned to it. If it has been, then it will be again."

"These are The Many Everythings. You will be honored, but known a coward. You are a hero, seen a villain. Be what you always have been, and eventually you'll be someone else entirely. Your purpose is mine, ours each others. Farewell, Apostates."

[reliving-elegy]

Smoke in the air, flames on the steel

Oh, the luck that the drowned must feel

Ire, the sound, flesh by the pound

Oh, Fire, astray, the sea burns away

Burns away.

Oh, carry on, lads, carry the blaze

Bring you good fortune and sight in the haze

Oh, for the crew, laid back and few

The Captain shall stay, now go, sail away

Sail away.

(Artwork commissioned from Catymiau!)

[reliving-elegy]

Anyone afraid of leprechauns? Asking for a friend.

"Afraid? Of midgets? No."

"They're like... tiny me's. More odd than anythin'."

"Not fear- dislike. S'not the same! I don't like things that scurry 'round me legs- too tall to see 'em lurkin' down there."

[reliving-elegy]

Empty Wound

“I like to think I tell good stories. Full of ‘venture an’ action. Romance n’ the like, for the older fellows. Stuff you’d ‘ear from any other soldier, but you know it ain’t all shit ‘cause it’s me sayin’ it. Lycans never tell lies, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

“I’ve got the memory to back, to boot. I can tell you the name, profession, history and skill of every woman I’ve been with. I remember the words to every song I’ve heard.”

“I remember the looks on the faces of my lovers when I left... I know the look on the face of every man I’ve killed. I can’t forget the last words of past crew: some pleading for help, some for mercy.”

“I can recall what I had for lunch hundreds of years ago, is the point I’m trying to make- ham, swiss, onion, and pineapple with mustard on rye; rum n’ cigar on the side.”

“So... why is... this?”

Larrett seemingly awaits a response from his reflection as he gently clutches the stump of his arm. His mind runs circles trying to put it together. 

He was in port for the month, completed with a guard tasking for a small merchant vessel. The owner was thankful for the short notice on service and treated the crew of Larrett’s vessel, The Sea’s Call, to a night on the town. 

Liquor and lovers. He remembers having a pale ale, a pound of pork and a thin middle-aged courtesan named “Victoria”. Good night all around. He was headed downstairs after his shag to check the bounty board for future taskings...

And then he woke up on a rock somewhere, stranded in the ocean with smoke still in his lungs and no sign of life beyond himself. His arm was gone, the wound cut jagged through his elbow; cauterized. It was roughly an hour before sunrise.

Larrett calmly meets the gaze of his reflection, finding panic in his eyes.

[reliving-elegy]

//Four more movelists, this time for Radge, Omen, Keane and Larry. Super fun to do these.//

[reliving-elegy]

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//A follow up to this meme sent by, and FEATURING, @unwritten-curiosities . Cracked myself up twice on Radge’s line. For those not in the know, the order is: Ayako, Omen, Keane, Gowl, Larrett, Zechiel, Rainer, 0-D311 and Radge.//