almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Peter Solarz
if i look back, i am lost
NASA
#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Janaina Medeiros
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Keni
pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@felidaecantus
┈ ❝ Have faith in my cathedral then; in my Commandments and Platitudes
built anew from the foundations of the world’s garbage heaps! ❞
indie . selective . sho minamimoto from TWEWY / NEO -- revived by Leche
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Holy shit really? I mean in concept this muse/blog is way older but man, good opportunity for me to put some final thoughts here 🤔 I took a little break from the rpc in general and stepping in just for curiosity sake!
After a lot of forethought I am very happy with what weird, sad, biblical/gnostic horror and carnal spin I put on Sho. The focus was more like witnessing the product of gaslighting, manipulation, megalomania, and martyrdom fantastically self-destruct then it ever was to see him “change for the better” or even “get worse”. Some characters don’t want to change or even refuse to just like my Sho no matter how many opportunities there was for him to do so with the really rad plots I got into (love ya’ll). Something something being so betrayed by lies and being essentially a pawn to the divine beings you look up too turning into ego, god complexed self destruction etc etc etc
And it’s because of those many plots and storylines he got into that I feel so content with how this iteration ended. I played, hit and explored all the possible arcs and development I wanted to and I think that’s why my activity really faded near the end. He’d just go on doing the same things over and over again if I went on and again I’m just so happy with how his arcs have wrapped up.
I bid ya’ll adieu, see ya zeptograms, I hated having to look up math for every other sentence he muttered KMPFT, and who knows maybe I’ll be back in the year 2030 when they release TWEWY 3 HAh
also sho vc: fuck that twink, Joshua.
Yesterday I was the Moon by Noor Unnahar
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Okay I miss the gremlin-who-causes-problems-on-purpose but I’ve ran a rut on where he can go plot wise which is why he’s just sitting here (menacingly).
so I think I’m gonna slap the reboot button with a whole new canon 🤔 not for awhile though!
@darkestaken asked:
so you gonna kiss me or what (darkestaken)
" Tch, only if you solve for x,y,z in Diophantine Equation!
x^3+y^3+z^3=k! t=60 seconds! GO- "
" ...Just kidding. I already know the answer! " Kiss it is! He just had to put down a hodgepodge in his arms first. All of them .. oddly meat themed in plushies, pictures and figures. " I'm trying to teach the spawn to say 'hamburger'. Gotta start training the carnivore. Her teeth are comin' in something sharp. Absolutely gnarly bite nearly bruised my arm the other day! Teethin' like crazy! "
I walked into a cathedral and I heard unearthly screeching and I saw a health bar appear and I have to say I don't really feel welcome here.
they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist
“Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
What broke through the barrier wasn't large or even human for that matter. It was oily black, viscous and thick, coming down with a hefty splat from the sky to quickly gather itself on the rooftop and dash into the shadows.
Despite lacking any shape or form it clearly moved with purpose and quickly. Along every thin groove in the walls or cracks through the floor the alien tack maneuvered around like water and avoiding light or alarm in the night. Doubtful it's target could pick up a noise from a lifeform with no actual form. All it did was gather tight in a wall crack to observe it's next victim apparently looking for it too. It just needed one moment of their guard dropped.
... There. She's looking at her wristband.
From the walls it leapt to grab at her shoulder; feeling like claws and teeth digging in more then ooze of any kind-
she stands there, in the narrow street; she faces the wall as she taps at her bracelet, curiosity slowly turning into ANNOYANCE. but, worst of all, nova isn't aware.
NOT UNTIL HER SENSES ATTACK HER, nerves burning red. only then, as she turns around to face rows of teeth and ivory knives, does her mind scream:
LOOK OUT.
A PAINED SCREAM ECHOES THROUGH THE ALLEY, soon muffled by black matter slipping in; holding her tight, paralyzed as it slips through the mask and into her mouth, JAMMING ITSELF DOWN HER THROAT. she tries to pull, her fingers grabbing at nothing -- !!
Too late; not fast enough. As soon as teeth and claws were on skin it practically ripped that down to her core apart to make room. Even if she did grab a fistful of ooze it merely slipped through fingers and grasps without effort. The parasite was as strong as it was slippery, trying to hold down limbs to keep her from squirming so much.
' STOP FLAILING. IT'LL ONLY MAKE IT HARDER FOR YOU. ' A voice in her conscious loud and abrasive despite it being fuzzy with static. ' WEAK BODY. PATHETIC MIND. '
Though the majority of her pain would rest on her arm where it'd etch itself black on skin like a burning tattoo.
' I MAKE BETTER. FULL POTENTIAL. '
wolf & bunny: a love story
....do I gotta relearn math jargon?
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
" HEY. NOW WILL YOU MARRY ME?? "
-- @felidaecantus
"--Sho, can I ask why ya want ta get married so much? Ya realize I ain' goin' no where, righ'?"
“ tch. ya said ‘later’.
t = l(ater) - f(uture) = n(ow)
it’s simple math, we’re in the binary. meant to be. let’s do it already. ”
I love how easy it is to throw my funny little meow meow into whatever verse. TWEWY accepts the multiverse as real so its just:
isekai's into some other property, lol btw you have memory loss
SHE HAD SEEN THE LIGHTS FROM AFAR; bright, tearing the sky in a quick flash before disappearing -- as if a meteor passed by clouds yet vanished, dying in its own combustion.
if some would have thought to a trick of the eye, felicity knew: HER WATCH WAS GOING CRAZY ABOUT IT.
so she swings, cautiously, her free hand on the grip of her blade; the belgian streets are empty in the dead of night, and she is attentive as to make as little noise as possible, her feet avoiding deep puddles. it's at a dead-end that, finally, she stops.
there's a moment of hesitation. ❝ ... hello ... ? ❞
NOTHING. the girl lets out a quick sigh, before flipping open a pannel on her wristband. ❝ i mean, it said it was HERE ... did the thing fry ... ? ❞
CLOSED STARTER. ↪ @felidaecantus
What broke through the barrier wasn't large or even human for that matter. It was oily black, viscous and thick, coming down with a hefty splat from the sky to quickly gather itself on the rooftop and dash into the shadows.
Despite lacking any shape or form it clearly moved with purpose and quickly. Along every thin groove in the walls or cracks through the floor the alien tack maneuvered around like water and avoiding light or alarm in the night. Doubtful it's target could pick up a noise from a lifeform with no actual form. All it did was gather tight in a wall crack to observe it's next victim apparently looking for it too. It just needed one moment of their guard dropped.
... There. She's looking at her wristband.
From the walls it leapt to grab at her shoulder; feeling like claws and teeth digging in more then ooze of any kind-
You look so squishable.
In a spider skittering across my table and I have a newspaper kinda way.
no one woke him up from his three month catnap and now he’s late for melon creme soda happy hour.
