#*snores*

[prismaticpichu]

*drops pen* okie!! I’m satisfied with what I wrote before heading off to school!! I can sleep in peace now, knowing I’ve managed to write over 120 fics in the past four yea—WHAT THE FUCK THAT MANY???

*is shot with tranquilizer dart*

[essential-randomness]

Seeing the problem of Tumblr tags and I have so many thoughts, but I'm super exhausted and I shouldn't be writing huge dissertations

Anyway, search/feeds and blog ownership should be decoupled. There's already protocols for this, and figure out how to get them into a shape that works for us is an exciting challenge that I think is overall achievable if we play our cards right.

[shewidows]

( dichen lachman. thirty-nine. she/her. cis woman. ) are you a HERO ? something tells me that skilled hands moving faster than lightning, aim that never misses and a calm demeanor under pressure make you who you are, NATASHA ROMANOFF. with the powers of BLACK WIDOW SKILLS, you’re sure to have a level-headed, aloof personality — and you definitely belong to SHIELD. were you listening to YOU OUGHTA KNOW by ALANIS MORISSETTE on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( grace. 25. she/her. est. )

character name: natasha romanoff. age: thirty-nine. faceclaim: dichen lachman. voiceclaim: dichen lachman. skill set: black widow skills ––– master spy. master assassin. master martial artist. affiliations: shield (formerly). team cap. family: melina yostokoff. alexei shostakov. yelena belova.  zodiac: sagittarius.  wiki link: click

was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed?

no she very much was not. seeing some of her beloved friends and family disintegrate right in front of you does some damaging shit to your psyche ––– but nat used her grief and pain as motivation to get them back. last she remembers is approaching vormir with clint but everything after that is hazy.

where are they living? are they living with anyone?

she’s bouncing back and forth between places. soon she’ll have a place of her own. she doesn’t really want to live at the shield facility. she’d rather go back to living in a trailer in the middle of nowhere.

why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?

she affiliates herself with the former avengers team, scattered as much as they are. they’re her family. and of course she aligns herself with the family she grew up with. as for why? natasha doesn’t really trust people, but she trusts these ones with her life. they’re her driving force, the motivation behind everything she does.

who are their major friends, allies, and foes?

friends: team cap. her family. allies: former avengers. foes: anyone that crosses her, honestly. 

whose hands do they believe the country should be in?

she’s more concerned with whose hands the country shouldn’t be in. as long as they’re not power hungry, greedy and selfish and care about the goodwill of the citizens, nat doesn’t really care.

what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?

she is currently vibing, i fear. i think that seeing everyone she loves safe and uninjured will definitely make her happier than she’s been since before the blip. and as for her physical state. well. she can still take down two dozen armed men with one hand tied behind her back so.

[soulrot]

there’s something so sickening about innocence and those who possessed it, and misha never bothered to wonder why that is. of course, the rasp has the answer — ( angels and saints are beings we will never be ; we’re too wretched, too rotten. we don’t have the heart. )

“ how do you do that? the whole kindness and selflessness thing, i mean. i could never quite get it down when i was a kid,” it sounds innocently curious, but there was obvious that there was another question that went unsaid: why aren’t you tainted just like i am? it was so easy to place all of his insecurities and hatred onto someone who was seemingly so willing to take it all without complaint. maybe that wasn’t the entire case, but regardless he’d never pass up the opportunity to get under someone’s skin just to soothe his bad mood.

“ i’m sure you’ve been through a lot. the world is such a cold, cruel place after all. maybe the better question would be how can you stand to be this way when the world doesn’t deserve it? ”

@insolot​

[asktheboywholived]

Do you still have mono on top of all that?

[moonraccoon-exe]

The maccoonie has things to queue, but...sleeeeep...

*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn*

It shall be early night for this raccoonie maccaroonie.

Goodnight, raccoobos  ( ´ ▽ ` )╯～ ♡

[pkmnjesus]

Decided to watch some Appmon a bit before the new Pokéani later...I might do another thoughts/opinions post on Digimon Universe once I reach episode 26 (the half-way point of the 52-episode series) because I do have a couple of things I want to say about what I’ve watched so far....anyways gonna try to take that power nap now so see ya later (hopefully...) (*-ω-)

[fireflyfish]

While rescuing Ahsoka from the clutches of Sith Guard Captain Savage, Anakin's beloved golden eagle is struck by a crossbow bolt. Anakin gives Ahsoka his eagle and his war horse, Twilight, and commands her to ride east toward the ruined castle of Quinlan Vos with the promise that if she fails, he will follow her to the end of his days. But who is Quinlan Vos and should Ahsoka trust him with the life of her feathered friend? If she should, what, if anything, can one drunk possibly do?

Ahsoka and Twilight rode through the afternoon with the sun drifting slowly, inexorably toward the western horizon. At the start of their journey the eagle in her arms let out the occasional cry, the sharp shriek of his pain startling Ahsoka, who would reach carefully down to stroke his chest and whisper, “It will be all right. Merciful Mother Shaak Ti will protect you. She’ll save you.”

Ahsoka wished she believed it.

They rode over the flat plains, Twilight moving fast and sure along the old and dusty road, passing few travelers. Those they did see made sure to get out of the way of the thick-blooded girl atop the large black war horse.

As the steed and rider passed, the locals whispered to themselves, recognizing the stallion as an Aethersprite. Only Jedi could tame Aethersprites and only Jedi could ride them at such a breakneck pace over the torn up cobblestones of the ruined Eastern Road.

They watched Ahsoka ride past and whispered in her dusty wake, “May the Force be with you, Master Jedi.”

As the sun slowly sank behind them, Ahsoka could feel the eagle growing weaker, his cries soft and faint now. She had given Twilight his head to continue on at a more sedate pace but she was starting to worry. There was an insistent feeling twisting her guts that whispered, You’re running out of time. You have to hurry. Go! Run! Fly!

Ahsoka looked down at the eagle in her arms, brushing a finger against his weakly moving breast. She frowned, concerned at how quiet and silent he was, how still he seemed to be. Her arms and legs ached from being on horseback for so long and Twilight’s flanks were almost pitch-black from sweat. They had been riding for the back half of the day and there was no sign of a castle, run-down or otherwise.

“I don’t think we’re going to find him, little one,” Ahsoka frowned at the bird as they continued onward, the sun sinking ever closer to the horizon.

As they raced toward to the darkening eastern sky, Ahsoka looked back over her shoulder and felt the strangest urge to beg the sun to slow down, to give her more time. She didn’t understand where the feeling came from or why it was so strongly but she did offer up a prayer to the Merciful Mother in the hopes that they would arrive at Quinlan Vos’s castle before nightfall.

As Twilight slowed to pick his way carefully up a particularly torn up and ramshackle part of the Eastern Road, Ahsoka glanced up and noticed a tall, ivory tower leaning precariously over the ruins of what must have once been a castle set up on a cliff. She let out a gasp of joy and looked down at the eagle in her arms. “Look! There it is! The castle Skyguy told me about! We’ll be there soon, okay?”

Ahsoka smiled at the eagle in her arms, trying to calm him by stroking the white feathers of his breast, and received a scream and a snap with his beak for her trouble. She let out a cry and pulled her hand back, checking to make sure the creature hadn’t taken a finger off in its attack before she glared back down at the eagle, who was crying out in pain-riddled fear. “Well that’s gratitude for you! Fine! If you’re going to be like that, then let this Quinlan Vos fellow watch you die! I have my own life to look after.”

The words sounded hollow and wrong the minute they left Ahsoka’s lips but she had spent so much of her life concerned only with her own survival that it was easier to react in anger and bluster than to voice the truth of her emotions.

That they were too late.

That she had failed Anakin and his prized eagle, perhaps his only friend besides Twilight, was about to die in her arms.