#salvagepunk

[where-is-tosh]

cloudy

[noire9294]

[mgdln333]

[rubystims]

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a stimboard with salvagepunk fashion, stuff like old cars, and a desert theme for anon !!

[beigetiger]

Junkpunk character concept I'm too lazy to shade

I have ideas for many more, might make them at some point

Traditional drawing under the cut

[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

🔧 AESTHETIC: Salvagepunk/Rustpunk

[NO SPOILERS]

A WONDERFUL DANGANRONPA takes place 400 years past the lives of characters like Makoto Naegi. a lot's happened in that time, including the rise and fall of an entire world—ours.

primarily the game draws upon three aesthetics.

the first: that of "salvagepunk" and "rustpunk"—old things made new again, waste becoming want, etcetera. we reforge license plates into shoulder padding and call it fashion. Mad Max is a good example of this. if Danganronpa 1 was PSYCHOPOP, then AWD is PSYCHOJUNK.

have a moodboard yo

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

Bro catch me wearing one of these:

Top to bottom:

Goblincore

Fairycore

Cottagecore

Steampunk

Cyberpunk

Streetwear cyber y2k

Post apocalyptic style/salvagepunk

Victorian gothic

Ravecore

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🖤💚🤎

[tafferling]

Aphelion

A free to read cyberpunk-lite/aetherpunk web serial with a side of zombie apocalyse, soul magic, and slow burn.

In which Varrett lies witness to why someone might fear a Cad'his.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <<

Chapter 29: Friend or Foe?

Varrett missed Five.

Yeah, he wasn’t about to deny bitching about it at the regular, but at least good old CA5TLE was honest. Five’s luxury had been dismantled at record speeds and what it’d left behind was makeshift survival; top to bottom, corner to corner.

One?

Castle One was in denial.

Even the Runners’ station couldn’t get the feel right, resembling a neat dentist’s waiting room more than the corner of despair Varrett had grown so fond of. The kinda fond you managed for a patch of charismatic mould, anyway.

With his heels bouncing, Varrett allowed himself a quiet sigh. Nothing here was sincere. The floor under his soles was clean and lacked the threadbare carpet he’d personally helped running thin back in Olof’s station. A bunch of cushioned chairs stood behind him, and the coffee machine over by the door was the kind which spat out every Settled System’s fav roast, rather than whatever hand-ground bag of beans a Runner had brought in.

Varrett glanced at it.

Okay.

Fine.

Realistically, most of the buttons on the machine probably didn’t work any more, not with the supply chain having died three years ago. And while castle gardens were pretty apt at growing just about whatever, picky coffee plants weren’t exactly a high priority for growing these days. Actual food beat them out of the hydroponics. But Varrett was in a moping mood, so mope he would; about everything and anything, including coffee machines.

Why?

He hadn’t figured that bit out yet. All he knew was that he felt as if he’d forgotten not only to turn off a stove somewhere but had gone ahead and left every single door and window open, too. Including the fridge door.

Maybe even the freezer.

He narrowed his eyes at the coffee machine. What if the buttons did still work? What if Castle One got the good shit shipped all the way through the Well still, while Varrett and Co. had to turn over dead people’s kitchens?

Anyway. Stoves. Windows. Fridges.

He worked his teeth into his bottom lip. Was it Fi?

Nah. Couldn’t be. He wasn’t far enough away from her for the full-body anxiety to move in yet.

Varrett’s sigh upgraded to a proper huff.

>> Read on Ao3 | Follow it on Campfire | Tumblr Tag <<

Only one more chapter to go.