I had an idea for a Daisy MAP with a song from the Six Wives musical…
I had an idea for a Daisy MAP with a song from the Six Wives musical…
Macklives is reading homstuck, I wont at them but like, them pointing out Equius being kinda manipulative to Nep is eye opening o-o
catch me trying to redraw one of Sevastian’s route artworks as Tyril sjsksksk
uh oh it’s nearly exam season again
Why the fuck John Egbert and Dave Strider out here taste testing cereal
me: I am an adult and I don’t let other people’s opinions about fictional characters and ships affect me…it’s really not that deep and I can just shrug it off and choose not to engage if I disagree.
also me, whenever I detect even a hint of salt against my favorite ships or characters:
‘ —— @alucinored / start ’
HE SUPPOSE THERE WAS AN EERIE SORT OF BEAUTY behind the fresh purples and splatters of green that painted the other’s skin ; as vintage as adam parrish was in his features , the blemishes ( which was too kind of a word to describe the damn things) seem to provide a sense of etherealness , like he didn’t quite fit in with the familiar antiquity of henrietta or anywhere on earth in general. ronan hates it. he hates the impossible aura that emanates from the beaten boy ; he hates the possibility of this ending in something worse ; that , one day , adam would truly belong elsewhere rather than here. dead. buried in his backyard somewhere or thrown into the back of an old blue pick-up truck. his grip would tighten around the steering wheel then ; an incoherent curse being hissed between dry lips. and just like that , ronan's foot would slam on the breaks , as his hands work to turn the vehicle around before they could reach the end of the road. “ like hell , i’m taking you to school like this. ” he’s got a new goal in mind now: find robert parrish.
* Today may seem tough.
* You may be struggling with something hard. Like schoolwork, or tending a garden. Perhaps you’re lost, even.
* Perhaps, you’ve been lost a while…
* Please remember that mazes and caverns aren’t infinite, and neither are problems.
* You will hit the finish line and make your way out of this if you choose to keep going, and the reward for your success will be better than you think.
* Keep going.
I forgot to take a picture of my snowman when there was light outside. So here’s this poorly lit photo.
Frosty has been decapitated today. And it’s currently raining, so he’ll probably dissolve soon.
I’m gonna go collect some of the remains before they melt away and put it in the freezer so when school starts back up I can chuck it at my friend for revenge because they made fun of my Snowman.
having a day where i just wanna bang my head against a wall like do i wanna write?? not really !! do i wanna play sims ?? not really !! i just dont feel like doing anything but at the same time im b o r ed
@accntnt said || “ need a hand? “
Startled was one word for it, mud up to her neck, clothes soaked, horse laying silent in the midst of it all. Thrown, chased down by a gang she’d taken a bounty out on, Hawk sent into bog water with an array of bullets. Hell, she was sure she’d only survived by lying dead beside her poor mare, listening to gargled breaths until the stampede of hooves finally was drowned out by the rain.
Now she sits, resting the head of the black horse across her lap, petting the cool fur and WEEPING into a soaked mane. Soft apologies that she couldn’t hold her like this in her final, pained moments. Easing the bridal from her head, feet digging to the mud in desperate attempts to glide the saddle from Hawk’s back. Distraught, tears streaking her cheeks, struggling to HAUL the body of the mare onto higher ground, desperate to keep her from scavengers but to no avail.
That’s how he found her. Standing in the dirt and grass, staring at an all too PERFECT stranger, pristine amongst the heavy rain. Blood and dirt soaked clothes, bridal still held in a trembling grip.
“I… Wh-who, who are you?”
i have fucking incredible asks in my inbox (as always) but tumblr is being a dick and not letting me reply to any? Or edit tags of posts? IT LET ME RESPOND TO TWO asks I feel attacked. I hope tumblr didn’t eat any asks either I’ll try again later.
i do be feeling 22
The arrangement had been the same for quite some time: Eri steadily hard at work, Marcus sat in the armchair, and Violet inside the containment cube for the safety of herself and everyone else. The pain never went away, never really faded either, she simply found ways to cope with it… or at least pretended to. The monotony of the constant pain management and attempted rest was broken by a notification.
Vi: Do we know any antiviruses?
Vi: Because apparently there’s one on the way.
Eri was immediately on guard, pausing her work but making no other moves. The telltale sound of teleportation was heard in the next room, and in a moment a program in uniform stood in the archway.
She stepped into the room, Eri continued to watch her with suspicion.
A: I’m your newly assigned personal antivirus, I look forward to working with you Miss Violet.
Her attention drew to Eri, she spoke with a warm smile.
A: You must be the firewall that’s been keeping her stable? It’s a pleasure to meet you, I greatly appreciate the work you’ve been doing! I should be able to take it from here, my software is equipped to address this sort of thing relatively well. Alright if I get the protocols to the containment cube?
Eri muttered something under her breath, staring much more intently at the new program, seemingly studying every bit of her for something off. After a tense moment, she exhaled and her shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.
E: She is who she says she is. She should be able to take care of Violet better than me at the moment. I’ll be off then.
Vi: Oh, alright Eri, take care of yourself alright?
M: We really appreciate everything you’ve done.
Eri got up to leave, only briefly glancing back.
E: Of course. You take care of yourselves as well, and maybe call me before you get the life threatening virus next time?
The group said brief goodbyes and Eri left, muttering something about getting back to work under her breath.
A: Now, let’s get rid of this for good, shall we?
M: You seem confident, you sure?
A: Been around the block a few times. Doesn’t really matter what it can do, it all works the same to me! May put up a fight but that’s pretty typical.
Vi: Hell of a fight… do you know what we’ve been dealing with? I trust you… but we haven’t exactly had much luck fighting this one…
The antivirus’s—Atalanta’s—expression softened.
A: Don’t worry, I’ve been tracking and studying up on your file and everything that’s been going on. I’m just anxious to be out on the field again.
Violet and Marcus looked at each other, he shrugged.
M: Best chance we got at this point.
Vi: Whatever you can do. Anything is better than how it has been.
A: Alright then, just brace yourself. Now I’m gonna give you the choice here. I can treat this while you’re conscious, but you’ll feel it, and it won’t feel good. But once it’s done, it’s done, and recovery should be fast. OR, I can put you under. You won’t feel anything while it’s happening, but the recovery afterward is gonna be longer and probably a little painful, itself. Which would you prefer?
Violet thought for a few moments before coming to a decision.
Vi: I’d rather not prolong anything anymore than it already has been. Just go ahead and… make it quick?
A: I’ll be as fast as I can while still doing everything right, how’s that sound?
Vi nodded again.
A: Alright then, Miss Violet. Hang in there, it’s almost over. I’ll be back before you know it.
Vi: Be back- ?
Before Violet could finish her thought, Atalanta disappeared, and in the same instant, she felt what could only be described as another presence in her code. But not a threatening one like there had been. This one felt steady, strong, and protective.
That’s when the searing cutting sensation came back.