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@psykicks
Hello, you’ve reached psykicks, a paranormal and comedy based multimuse rp blog.
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Written by Nikki / 24 / any pronouns acceptable.
Awake muses: Jenkins, Otto, Aziraphale
Now using Beta Text Editor.
𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 ⛪⚰️
My first attempt at a Southern Gothic moodboard
“A scientist can pretend that his work isn’t himself, it’s merely the impersonal truth. An artist can’t hide behind the truth. He can’t hide anywhere.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
I want a Sinister 6 plotline damn.
"Ah! My heart can't take it!" Otto gave a cry and pinned one hand to his chest, crumpling onto the control panel behind him.
His lowered head raised again to face her, lips pulled back just enough to betray his smirk, which vanished as soon as it appeared. "Truly, your faith in humanity is too much for me."
@extraordinarygrrls
"Dr. Octavius?!" Forgive her, it's her first instinct to take these things seriously, especially with Pippa's knowledge of her mentor's illnesses. Her hands came to his shoulders, but she removed them when it was clear, it was a joke. He was joking, it's okay, he's not going to die.
"Oh..." She sighed with relief, she believed that he shouldn't joke about it, boy who cried wolf, right? But at the end of the day it was his struggle, not her's. When she listened to him speak of her faith in humanity, she shrugged.
"Well, you're partly responsible for its upkeep." Despite her new status as a mutant, yet another marginalization to deal with, there were still people in her life who loved her for who she was. Her sister, Alexis, and by extension her infant son, and of course, Otto. "I don't know if I should want to lose it anyway, I mean, if I don't have faith in humanity, I have the power to... Do something about it now." Mr. Lensherr was always recruiting, after all.
"And I'm still not too comfortable about what I can do, the damage..."
"You're going to have to get comfortable. These things don't have a learning curve, they have a cliff." One swipe brought a wrench into his metallic clutches, the chrome vanadium steel crumpling like so much tin in his grip.
She knew that. Better than he could, he was sure, but he still felt the need to bare his teeth. He couldn't be trusted with that kind of faith anymore, and it hurt to be reminded. It hurt even more to have it entrusted to him anyway.
He set the crumpled wrench on the console gingerly. "But you don't have to do anything about it now. Surviving childhood is hard enough."
Feather River Bulletin, Quincy, California, May 6, 1925
“How to get through the day if every indignity capsized you in a ditch? One learned to focus one’s attention.”
— Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys
Tonight's dinner plans are just:
Become drunk
b. Make borger
I am making magic broccoli yet again because I am obsessed
24/7 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖘𝖔 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘. 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖗
independent and selective multifandom multimuse featuring Alicent Hightower from Fire and Blood with House of the Dragon Influences
please read my carrd before interacting
"'Read the room!' he says. Sir. This room is illegible, and you are the least illuminated manuscript I've ever seen. I may as well read you by the light of the abyss."
"Ah! My heart can't take it!" Otto gave a cry and pinned one hand to his chest, crumpling onto the control panel behind him.
His lowered head raised again to face her, lips pulled back just enough to betray his smirk, which vanished as soon as it appeared. "Truly, your faith in humanity is too much for me."
@extraordinarygrrls
One more day of tax season. Dear God make it quick.
Tax season is almost over (see: April 18th) and I'm really feeling Otto so. Uh. Lms for a starter after the deadline.
Tax season is almost over (see: April 18th) and I'm really feeling Otto so. Uh. Lms for a starter after the deadline.
"Try as much as you want. You'll never be good enough."
"Makes the effort seem pretty damn futile, isn't it?"
"It is. I believe it's the point of the exercise."
