#missingeye

[invisingsrchives]

I have my hc of sue knowing martial arts and her combat skills, that she would be baddie in an apocalypse thanks , that’s obvs an au if she didn’t have her powers , she been doing those self defence classes and judo lessons with Reed , mostly bc mom vibes also for @missingeye 🥹

[rcyaledits]

dammit.

[grcvityfclls-a]

a plotted starter for @missingeye

The screeching died away the moment Dipper's hunting knife pierced the walker's head. The silence was a blessing, but it was broken once again when Dipper took his knife back and the body fell to the ground. He slowly crouched down to clean the blade on the walker's pants. His ears were still pricked, as if another one might be waiting for Dipper around the next corner. But there were no shuffling footsteps, no croaking, not a single sign that Dipper was not alone. Nevertheless, he tapped the knife against the machine next to him. The hollow sound cut through the silence that had enveloped the world for what seemed like a very long time.

He looked around.

"What a shame," he muttered almost silently as he got up again and continued moving through the corridors. If it hadn't been for the dust and dirt of time, he would have almost suspected he was in a time capsule. Yes, people had been here and stolen the cash boxes. No place in the world was spared a little destruction. Especially not after the years that had passed since the power went out forever.

An arcade just didn't offer enough opportunities for looting, and the coins that were still lying around here were no longer needed today. Nevertheless, Dipper picked one of them up. A lucky penny. Damn. His sister would probably have liked this place. Many memories lurked here, even though they hadn't been to this specific arcade as children. Still, they had spent a hell of a lot of time in places like this. His heart grew heavy at the thought of Mabel and her laughter. It took a few minutes, but then Dipper had crossed the arcade once. There was nothing between the arcade's and vending machines. No walkers, no people, and no ghosts from the past. Was it strange that he was disappointed?

He put the knife away and patted his right pants pocket. It contained the last clue his sister had left him. Wherever she was now, there was no sign here that...

His gaze fell on a cowboy hat. Neatly hung on a hook. It wasn't the newest, but then what was in this world? Still, it looked well cared for. And it definitely hadn't been there a few minutes ago. This time, his fingers didn't slide to the handle of the knife, but to the cold steel of the gun on his belt. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, not a good sign. But when he turned around with his gun raised, he was still alone. "Now you're seeing ghosts."

But in the next moment, Dipper couldn't say what had made him turn back toward the hat. Maybe a gentle breeze from a sudden movement, maybe the soft click of a coin under a shoe. He had spun around without thinking, gun still raised, only to find himself staring down the barrel of a pistol.

A quiet laugh escaped his throat. Hopefully not the last sound he would make. But he wasn't the only one frozen in motion, waiting to pull the trigger as soon as the other gave him a reason to.

He felt like he was in a painting. A moment captured on canvas that would determine what happened next. A moment full of decisions, considerations, and thoughts. Dipper didn't have much with him. His backpack was practically empty, and apart from the little ammunition he had and perhaps the boots on his feet, there was nothing he could give away. He didn't want to anyway. The clothes he wore were worn out, his beard hadn't been trimmed in days. All in all, however, Dipper tried to make a neat, clean impression.

If they had wanted to kill each other, they would be dead by now.

His muscles relaxed a little, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. "Looks like a stalemate. How about we lower our weapons?" Slowly, he removed one of his hands from his weapon, fingers raised, giving the impression that he posed no threat. But Dipper's eyes remained alert. This wasn't the first situation in the last few days where he had faced death. He just hoped that this time he would come out of the situation unscathed. The bandage on the gunshot wound on his arm protruded from under his T-shirt and was visible under the hole the gun had torn in his sleeve. "I found a bar of chocolate. No idea if it's still good, but I'm willing to share and then we'll go our separate ways, deal?" 

[ashabloody]

Liukka of @liukka, posing with finger guns while balancing on her not broken foot, in the black suit she will appear in in our currently in-progress rp once we reach further into the story :) This is a holiday gift :) Bonus, an extra version (I know shading doesn't work like this in real life, but I had too much fun):

[rcahnadoosm]

Alba- "The white one" translated into Latin. An Akayami unlike any other, some say the Threadweaver Arcidrius possessed a akayami linked to one of their past lives, some say it was blessed by some unknown god, all say it has magic. #eternaldreamfantasy #akayami #gore #missingeye #mask #character #inking #traditionalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CD2Ux_tjJfL/?igshid=1nwdyy08w10zq

[rcyaledits]

[wornkindness]

i know i already told you, but the blues in your graphics are stunning! i love the vibrancy of them in contrast with everything else, and how it feels very wintery, but not cold. it reminds me of a blue flame, and that's also how i see amelia.

venus pls! you're always too good to me! but yes, i love the lockridge blues (as i have been lovingly referring them as) so much. considering how often i work with the darkest most bland colored scenes, i feel like the blue really brings a certain life to them. also blue really has become amelia's color, or at least a big one anyways.

[wornkindness]

offers her a small bouquet of wild flowers. "heard it's your birthday. these made me think of you..."

     She beams as she accepts the offered bunch of colorful blossoms. “They’re beautiful, Carl. Thank you," she says brightly, as she carefully selects one and tucks it into the brim of his hat.