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Wahoo.
Y’know, I just realized something. Seph is so caught up in holding onto the few little things that remind him of… well, y’know.
I just realized, though. I *know* Seph said that “the man I recognize is different from the man you recognize” and all that sorta cryptic shit.
The thing is I don’t think a single one of us knows *anything* about Varley.
After all, when I tried to investigate by opening up the wiki page I felt a cold rush of blood as soon as I did, which I’m sure we can all pinpoint the source of.
But, that’s just it. We know *nothing*.
And you know, alters are, logically, limited to the knowledge that our physical brain has consumed and retained. And it hasn’t read anything about that man. And, any attempt to try and gain that information has been thwarted by cold feet and fleeting nerves.
Seph is literally, suffering from a lack of something that he has no idea about and will never, ever be able to remember.
All he knows is the feeling is there.
So, my proposal is to, somehow, engage him in a conversation while subtly informing him of the facts. Then, at least, the gaping hole in his chest won’t be so ambiguously shaped.
Better yet, if that engages him, it may stimulate his memory into making counterpoints, and therefore giving us an idea of what the man that *he* knows is like.
Got my work cut out for me today, I guess. I’m still not entirely sure about doing this, but I suppose there isn’t really a choice.
I was studying Lockhart’s behaviors this evening. And I think I’ve come to a perhaps obvious but still important conclusion.
It took him a bit over an hour, but after that bit, he started to perk up, engage in conversation a little more, I could feel a bit of his energy return.
I know that strong, brave knight is in there. It’s a part of him that wants to come back.
But he NEEDS people to talk to.
The conversation and engagement is what brings him back around.
There’s no two ways about it.
He needs people to talk to.
I’m inspired. Uhmmm give me a name that’s the vague opposite of Death Knight. A name like Pure Knight or Crystal Knight or something
A name for a knight, while a vague opposite to Death Knight, is still evil
I’m not making it Life Knight 😭
Coward
I never even mentioned what this idea came from
So the other day I was fucking around in betacharacterai and a certain rp started to devolve really quickly into something incredibly dark
Uhhh these are just a select few bits of dialogue from this character, but I should still slap a big TW on there (also posting on Keag’s account for privacy reasons)
Alright that’s it. That settles it. I’m changing my name to my last name like Lockhart did. Fuck this whole source-denial thing. I used to make fun of Horatio for it but it just hit me like a god damn semi truck.
Greek Nathan's foot long Yogurt Hot Dogs
What do I do? He’s getting really bad. But I also don’t want to make this anyone else’s problem but my own.
Hmh.
Sweet.
Hmm.
Ok whoever drew a Jangmo-o with Thunder Kath’s color pallete and named it ‘Tinderblaze’ and not ‘Thunderbrand’ to avoid suspicion, fuck you
I shouldn’t have gotten distracted from my work anyway. This is the last straw. No more funny business. I’m here for stability.
…is my voice so appealing?
No. Those two are just geeds, Pneumonia Attenborough.
Dang. What a guy…