ghosts in the shell

Zephyr speaking. Meet me at the great Blue Yonder. 18+. Cyborg alien outlaw OC. Written by Colin. Est. 12/31/18 ( Often tagged for bugs, insects, crawly things. ) >>.MOBILE NAV

[roguestaroutlaw]

OPEN!

“Hm. No sir. I’m afraid I can’t let yew take a joyride on that there speeder.” 

[sailorvinus]

✨ ❝love.❞ 🌙 wes & vi.

🌙 @roguestaroutlaw​ it literally took a year in irl time which is 40 years in rp time to take this step gkjfljgf.

❝Let’s get married, then.❞ Wasn’t it more romantic to just decide, together, to get married? No proposal. No. Not one person asking the other when they least expected it. Instead, it’d be a choice between two people. A decision made, no fanfare. Only an agreement to walk into the next phase of their life, holding hands. Virote gave a tilt of the head, only to get a good listen to the commotion going on inside the palace. His grandmother yelling, ’ NO, I CAN’T GO TO THE MEETING. I’M HUNGOVER! ’ followed by three seconds of silence and her poor assistant yelling, ’ OW! YOU BIT ME. ’ Mess.

He stood on his tiptoes. Still not tall enough to get a kiss, so he just pulled Wes down to meet him. ❝Settle down with me! Virote Valke suits me, doesn’t it?❞ Then, he looked up. After that, he over the hills to get a good view of Earth, finally seeing the sunrise happening for folks across the land. Jupiter appeared to the upper left of the Moon at three degrees above the horizon, and Mercury appeared farthest to the left at less than a degree above the horizon. Saturn was visible, too. Everyone was together for this happening, it seemed. Differences and bickering set aside, just for this moment. A glow was cast over both the Moon and Earth.

What would grandfather say about this, anyway? ❝We owe it to ourselves, I feel… ‘Cause, you know, we’ve been through so much. Even when we met, it was dramatic. The more I think about how the first time you ever saw me, I was being a shitty crybaby over my cat, the funnier it gets. Until, uh. I feel horror over the fact you saw me snotting everywhere. Anyway, let’s get married. Do all those things I said we could do. The piece of land and the house and all that stuff. Raising a couple of children. Teaching them about Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. I think you’d be a good father. Whaddya say?❞

[roguestaroutlaw]

     Wes knew the sight of the extraterrestrial sunrise. He knew it from countless angles and trajectories and he still felt only mildly acquainted with it at most, strangers in each other’s orbit. Loneliness had a way of spoiling wonder. Those sunrises, they’d signal yet another day gone by as a formless thing drifting above the earth.      It was a miracle that he could see the beauty in it again, thanks to him.      He’d hardly considered marriage because he’d hardly considered committing to anything. They’d joke that he was married to his craft but he figured that didn’t count. His readiness surprised and overwhelmed him, this joy that seemed to have eluded him for so long. He laughed once again: Virote Valke! Grandma biting the locals!      The dark moon lilies must’ve made him awfully buoyant. His thoughts couldn’t be structured, so out they went, spilling all at once.      “Oh, Vi! You’re kiddin’, right? I’ll shout it from my grave that I didn’t think any less’a you then. Could even say I was even smitten. Why, next day, I’m out, can’t get you offa my mind and y’know what, realize then ‘n’ there I forgot your goddamned number. And, well! Reception’s not so great when you’re a few parsecs away. ...Still couldn’t give a clue why Kikimora chose me of all folks that night -- she’s full’a schemes, yanno. We gotta stay keepin’ an eye on her.”       Then, as he held Vi’s hands: “I tell yew, Virote, never’n my days did I think I’d be this lucky. Sometimes a man’s got misfortune to his name and that’s it. Trouble chases you so long you don’t call it trouble no more, just yer own shadow. That’s yer life, right -- that’s takin’ one day at a time and hopin’ to God you’re still around in the mornin’.      What I mean is... I’d like that piece’a land. The house, too. Gotta say I never saw m’self fit for a father, but if y’believe so, I’ll try my damndest. You got my word on that.”      Quickly now. Grandmother Moon was due to the break the silence at any moment. He returned the kiss for a long, long while.

[afragileline]

Tonight (March 17 2021) in Atlanta, at least eight workers are dead after a series of targeted shootings in massage spas. The shooting is the latest in escalating Anti-Asian hate crimes, which have increased nearly 150% over the past year alone.

Below are a few links to organizations to consider supporting, all of whom are fighting for the rights of AAPI, as always feel free to add on any (credible) links or updates:

Gofundme for the AAPI Community Fund

Stop AAPI Hate

Asian Americans Advancing Justice

Red Canary Song

[aidashakur]

When I’m married I will “my husband” everyone till the end of time 😌😌

[roguestaroutlaw]

A slow dance among dark moon lilies and glowing rocks that didn't have a name. There wasn't any music, sans the pouring of the fountain and the hum of space around them... And, well, the incoherent yelling of Grandma Moon being the absolute worst from her bedroom chambers. Arguing with someone, probably. Usual antics. Virote ignored it. ❝I've had dreams of marrying you,❞ he said, plainly. Honestly. ❝It's been a dream of mine since you returned to me.❞

     “Yes.”      I’ve had dreams. There were many nights where he lay in the quiet and the calm until well past the moment when Virote fell asleep beside him and their world fell into a dark expanse like an ink spill washing over them. He had only known the dead silence of the void, out there, up there. Where even stars emitted no heat. Somehow -- although, Wes mused, being a deity likely helped -- Virote kindled the heat in his heart, thawing the coldest reaches of space. They’d wander like bandits on the cosmic prairie and trace the steps of their own constellation. Wes would wave to every stellar resident out of habit: hello Mercury, anonymous red dwarf, solar twins one and two.      Presently, he was taken aback by his own eagerness but supposed it had been rising to the surface for some time now. A long while. He halted right as the word left him, mid-step, fingers locking between Virote’s. Shadows cast from the neighboring rocks threw the prettiest contour across his face. Stillness. Just an interval. An interjection, Grandma Moon at her finest. The moment drew a boyish laugh from Wes, partly due to timing, partly due to the uncertainty clawing wildly at his throat.      He said again, “Yes. I mean -- I’ve had dreams, too. Of settlin’. No more runnin’. I tell you, I couldn’t dream of such a thing ‘til I ran into you that night. I reckon we gotta thank Kiki for her service.”      What else was there to do but close any space between them. “I would like that. Very much so.” 

[sailorvinus]

“hey… where do you see us in five years?” (//hehHEHEHE)

✨ @roguestaroutlaw. meme. still accepting!

❝Somewhere quiet, maybe?❞ He cracked open a box of Kancho cookies and offered Wes a few before taking some for his own enjoyment. Just another evening spent on the couch, Kikimora off in her own little world. Nothing on the television, just the weather channel and its soothing sound of semi-generic, but soothing lounge infused jazz. Virote wouldn't have it any other way. 

❝More quiet than this penthouse in the city. Maybe... On, uh. Like a little piece of land with berries growing. Vegetables, too. And, like, moths! Moths that I raise. Might have some butterflies. It'll be a house we plan and decorate just for us. I know this current place is really pink. I want you to live in a space that has part of your personality, too.❞

Inching closer, he found himself on his love's lap. Right where he belonged. ❝I'll still be doing what I do. We'll take cruises to space and you can show me more of your favorite places. Aaaand, like... We'll be married. Small wedding. Married and I'll have a chubby baby on my hip. We’ll raise them to be a good person. Loved. I just see a lot of love in five years. What do you see?❞ Well, Wes? What do you see?

[goblin-grimace]

don't you wanna wander down this road, and waltz up to the shore line to ask a lake monster to prom?

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@ briscoepark on instagram

[roguestaroutlaw]

  A bit of a morbid smile appears on Atieno’s face in response to the comment. “Indeed, it’s you again.“They hadn’t minded the first time they had met Wesley over food, they hadn’t even minded the second time and they were doing a favor for the soul, clearly running from a lot. But who wasn’t running from a tone of things in this universe?

Well, them - for starters. But that was besides the point. “Did you find anything interesting while on your travels?“ After all, that was part of the bargain that they had agreed to and while they were a very patient entity, Atieno was curious to see if there was any progress made

“But also, it’s quite interesting how we keep running into each other. Especially considering how vast this entire place is. I’m not complaining though. You’ve been not much trouble for me. Not much trouble for me at all.” A beat, a knowing pause in the way that they speak as they give a mischievous look his way.

“Unless.. unless that’s what you are bringing with you. Can’t say that I mind that either, though. It’d at least be interesting.“

     “Well, lookie here,” he goes. “You sure you ain’t comin’ after my head.”      Wes props himself up on one elbow from the makeshift hammock threaded beneath his spaceplane. His false irises whirl in recognition of their voice. He looks at them, unblinking, like a machine reading signs of life, but his smile is wholly organic. Me again. He’s tempted to say that nothing surprises him anymore -- what hadn’t he found in the interim.      Twin moons sit firm over yonder where the sea meets the sky. The time’s neither dawn nor dusk nor waking or sleeping. The sand, naturally white, takes on a pastel hue and the tide begins to lap at the coastline. A dozen other aircraft sit perched on the water, the docks alive with idling crowds. Atieno and Wes are just out of range where the air is quiet and still.       With his one free hand, he fishes a silver medal from his pocket and presents it to them and he feels as if the memories etched into it are searing his palm like a brand. He hears the wind and the roar of the engine. The smell: oil. His skin, what was left of it, aflame. There’s a tinge of regret, or something like it.      “First rodeo at the air race circuit, fourteen years ago,” he starts. “I’m poised t’take the gold ‘til the engine starts to fail. Tragic, right. Perfect for the headlines. Just the first in a long series of fixed races. I wanted that sponsorship and that cash even if it killed me. Not sure if this counts, but I figure you’d seen everythin’ else before — and… y’know.” Wes gives a vague motion with his artificial hand as he settles back into the cot. “If fate don’t got another meetin’ planned for us, here’s a li’l somethin’ t’remember me by.”

@the27percent​​

[roguestaroutlaw]

//closes my eyes and pretends to write replies to my threads

[roguestaroutlaw]

//Martian tequila 🤠💦

[roguestaroutlaw]

//alien crop top tum out hours

[weruintooeasy-deactivated201206]

Michael Shannon shot by Danny Clinch for Playboy Magazine (September 2011)

[gnossienne]

This Must Be the Place: A series on forgotten places around the world

[roguestaroutlaw]

// @the27percent​ effortlessly killing it with their replies at lightning speed like

[gladlyrphelper]

quick FYI/PSA

My memes, threads and plots have NO EXPIRY DATE. See a meme you would like to send that’s over 6 months old? doesn’t matter, send it! Found and old thread of ours from 2 years ago that you want to reply to? doesn’t matter, reply! This is a hobby. We should write when we feel like it, not because we must. So let that draft sit in there for a week. Work on those you have the muse for. I do take my time and I don’t mind others taking their time because I know it will come. No stressing. We’re all just having fun.

[shitboy96]

I love how straight people will say girlfriend and boyfriend when referring to straight couples but whenever it’s a gay couple they break out “partner” like I’m not a cowboy

[shitboy96]

Why is this post getting notes again. Anyway I changed my mind I am a cowboy

[sailorvinusmoved]

@roguestaroutlaw

[pararennial-archived]

Hi all,

I do not know how many of my mutuals reside in British Columbia, but it is vital that you speak up to the Vancouver City Council to defund the Vancouver Police Department and encourage them to fund organizations that help marginalized communities such as:

Hogan’s Alley Society

Black Lives Matter Vancouver

Vancouver Aboriginal Transformative Justice Services Society

Battered Women’s Support Services

WISH Drop-In Centre Society

Carnegie Community Action Project

Here is a google doc with a template that residents of Vancouver/Lower Mainland can send to the city council members.

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1dlqh7d0stNdAd1vICnCBFymT8k4uLhGHsesNsh9pJGw/mobilebasic

It could help to spread this around, too!