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believe me when i say that r e v e n g e was NEVER my intention — but it still tastes sweeter than honey

#NLP

if i cannot bend H E A V E N i will raise H E L L

#LITD

It really is a wonder to both everyone and himself how he has two platonic partners

#HAHAHAHHAHA #ACTUALLY DYING LAUGHING AT WORK

#my art #FOTI #he wearing the chicken leggings

in a minute i’m apathetic OVERWHELMINGLY just okay by the hour i’m so pathetic a MANIC in disarray

#FOTI

It really is a wonder to both everyone and himself how he has two platonic partners

@nothingwell-made

“ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ” From FOTI to SWB Extra: Possible disconnected from can au? Got stuck between cycles oops

"So this is the weather outside of our cans? Horrible, really." Salt finds her corner of... what did he call it? The shelter? and spreads his lwgs forward. It's similar to a can, being a sealed in metal box, but it's way more claustrophobic. She really doesn't recommend it.

This is his first full cycle out of the can. Some crazy bastard had figured it out before and sent a little rat of a beast to bust everyone out of their situations. It's almost impressive how one can train a dim-witted wild animal to do anything if they disfigure its genetics enough.

The world below, outside of his structure, was not really what he expected. It's a different feeling being there than watching it. And in all honesty, she's not sure if he likes it better. At least most of his pain stopped from corrosion! But now her puppet is completely exposed.

To dastardly weather like this.

"It's cold in here," he says. Because it's true. It's an unpleasant feeling and she wants to get it out.

nothingwell-made:

“If I remember the old constructions maps from when you all were built, they should be south of where we are now. But it’s been a long time, my memory isn’t great,” Flesh thought out loud. It had been many cycles since he’d been able to see outside of his can.

Feeling the brush of the cape on his shoulder the iterator turned to his companion. His expression softened. Salt was a lot of things; brash, opinionated, and sometimes very self centered. But they where kind, even if they didn’t want you to know that.

The cataloger couldn’t help but chuckle. “Impatient are we? It should only last the night. Once the sun rises we can go check on paradox okay?,” Flesh shuffles a bit closer Salt. “Until then you’ll have to spend time with me, how horrible~”

“Well I suppose it’s not much different from the can. Just smaller.” Salt then puts on a look of exaggerated annoyance. “And I’m cramped in here with you. So annoying, really.”

He slides an arm loosely around Flesh, turning her body towards him to sink further into the shelter.

“I don’t really know what to expect. It already feels so long since I’ve been disconnected. Time isn’t automatically counted for me anymore.”

“And I’ve seen the horrible things out there. I never thought I’d have to actually get close to them.” He shivers at the thought. “Eugh. They’re gross on the cameras.”

#what if i did an ask meme #what if #that'd be a little silly goofy #:)

“Oh they’re not all that bad, most of them will run away from bigger creatures like us anyways,” he said. “But you’re kinda on the shorter end, maybe one of those vultures will pick you up and carry you away~”

It was strange having another living creature so close to him. The closest Flesh had to this kind of physical contact was that slug cat song sent over once. And all that thing wanted to do was bite him. He was sure though that after his last comment Salt would have gladly bitten him given she had a mouth.

“Don’t worry though I’m actually surprisingly good shot with a spear! I think I might be able to kill on of those vultures easy give enough preparations!”

#RP thread 2 #FOTI #SWB

🌳 for foti?

Flesh has three “siblings”.

Paths is the eldest of their local group and someone Flesh looked up to a lot when he was first made. He was pretty naive and full of ✨whimsy✨ back then so paths guidance was very much appreciated. Flesh practically followed the guy around like a lost puppy! Paths was always a bit distant and generally felt a bit annoyed by Flesh’s constant bothering but always wanted to best for him.

Lost was an iterator with a lot of big dreams and passion for her work. Flesh wanted to be someone that Lost could look up to and rely on, similar to how he felt about paths! She thought of the world completely differently then any other iterator that Flesh had ever met. He really thought she was going to do big things before she died.

Song belongs to my friend @/skyistheground so I don’t wanna speak too much on their behalf. But from Flesh’s point of view Song is an extremely talented bio engineer who has a very similar humor to his. They met a long time after both Paths and Lost died, and admittedly Song does remind him a lot of younger Lost.

All three of his siblings die tho so- slaps his head - this robot can fit so much survivors guilt in him!

#OC ask game #FOTI

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them? for nothing

Nothing loves anytime Summer uses plant based nicknames for him. He thinks it’s so sweet. Normally Nothing can take the nicknames without getting toooo flustered but if Summer where to ever call him said nicknames in front over others he might die!

#OC ask game #NWM

magnolias-court

Misc. Ask Meme

❣️ - What are their love languages? 🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? 🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? 🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? 🍷- How do they feel about alcohol? 🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking? 🎮 - What’s their favorite game? 💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? 🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer? 📱 - What social media do they use the most? 👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like? 🐒 - What’s their favorite animal? 🧳 - What countries have they been to? 🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? 🎨 - What’s their favorite color? ☂️ - How do they feel about rain? 🎶 - What’s a song they really like? 🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies? 💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep? 🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride? 🗺️ - What languages do they speak? 🍳 - How well can they cook? 🍪 - How well can they bake? 💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)? 👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress? 💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side? ☕ - Coffee or tea? 💀 - How do they feel about horror movies? 🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them? 💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them? 🍽️ - What’s their favorite food? 🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids? 🐾 - Do they have any pets? 💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.) 🏳️‍🌈 - What do they identify as? What are their pronouns? 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? 🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them? 🌳 - What’s their extended family like? 🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

MARTYR ME : I DARE YOU.

#LITD

@nothingwell-made

“ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ” From FOTI to SWB Extra: Possible disconnected from can au? Got stuck between cycles oops

"So this is the weather outside of our cans? Horrible, really." Salt finds her corner of... what did he call it? The shelter? and spreads his lwgs forward. It's similar to a can, being a sealed in metal box, but it's way more claustrophobic. She really doesn't recommend it.

This is his first full cycle out of the can. Some crazy bastard had figured it out before and sent a little rat of a beast to bust everyone out of their situations. It's almost impressive how one can train a dim-witted wild animal to do anything if they disfigure its genetics enough.

The world below, outside of his structure, was not really what he expected. It's a different feeling being there than watching it. And in all honesty, she's not sure if he likes it better. At least most of his pain stopped from corrosion! But now her puppet is completely exposed.

To dastardly weather like this.

"It's cold in here," he says. Because it's true. It's an unpleasant feeling and she wants to get it out.

nothingwell-made:

Flesh couldn’t help but sigh at all the complaining Salt was doing across from him. This was not new behavior from the young iterator, this really was just how they made conversation. But he kind of wished they could talk about literally anything else. This situation was stressful enough already.

Salt was right though, it was cold. However the cataloger could deal with that. A bit of shuffling later he was able to unsnap his cape from the back of his scarf. He then proceeded to through it over to his companion a little roughly.

“If you stop whining you can borrow that, it might keep the cold away,” Flesh said with a laugh and a playful wink. Leaning back against the cold wall of the shelter he tried to relax. “I suppose we’re lucky that our structures weren’t that far away from each other, I wouldn’t have wanted to wander alone for much longer then I already did”

“Do you think Paradox is nearby as well?” Salt can’t help but ask. They said it was a fantasy of theirs, to take them to see the stars, standing in the tall grass, above where an overseer could latch on to.

Stubbornly, Salt shuffles away from him, but after a little breeze from the almost shut shelter, she huddles in to the fuzzy cape.

He then half throws the cape over Flesh’s shoulders as well. It’s his-- they should share it. Plus it’s an excuse to...

Salt shuffles in a bit closer. They’re barely touching each other. “How long do we have to stay in here, anyway? You’ve been out longer than I have.”

“If I remember the old constructions maps from when you all were built, they should be south of where we are now. But it’s been a long time, my memory isn’t great,” Flesh thought out loud. It had been many cycles since he’d been able to see outside of his can.

Feeling the brush of the cape on his shoulder the iterator turned to his companion. His expression softened. Salt was a lot of things; brash, opinionated, and sometimes very self centered. But they where kind, even if they didn’t want you to know that.

The cataloger couldn’t help but chuckle. “Impatient are we? It should only last the night. Once the sun rises we can go check on paradox okay?,” Flesh shuffles a bit closer Salt. “Until then you’ll have to spend time with me, how horrible~”

#RP thread 2 #FOTI #SWB

@fearsofthosecaught

"You don't quite belong here."

Fae @ NWM

“Oh…” the iterator spoke no louder then a whisper. His senior wasn’t wrong by any means, he really didn’t fit in with the rest of his local group. They where all built way before him, connections and dynamics where already set in stone before he had ever gained consciousness.

Nothing had always felt out of place, but there was something about it being spoken out loud that made it all feel worse. If he was never made would anything really be different? At the very least Fae wouldn’t have to share her water with a waste of space.

No no he shouldn’t think like that.

“Maybe I don’t”, Nothing finally said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, so you’ll just have to deal with me”

#rp prompt 2 #NWM #FAE

@nothingwell-made

“ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ” From FOTI to SWB Extra: Possible disconnected from can au? Got stuck between cycles oops

"So this is the weather outside of our cans? Horrible, really." Salt finds her corner of... what did he call it? The shelter? and spreads his lwgs forward. It's similar to a can, being a sealed in metal box, but it's way more claustrophobic. She really doesn't recommend it.

This is his first full cycle out of the can. Some crazy bastard had figured it out before and sent a little rat of a beast to bust everyone out of their situations. It's almost impressive how one can train a dim-witted wild animal to do anything if they disfigure its genetics enough.

The world below, outside of his structure, was not really what he expected. It's a different feeling being there than watching it. And in all honesty, she's not sure if he likes it better. At least most of his pain stopped from corrosion! But now her puppet is completely exposed.

To dastardly weather like this.

"It's cold in here," he says. Because it's true. It's an unpleasant feeling and she wants to get it out.