#aphantaregioned

[showmethehotpods]

@aphantaregioned Simon is seriously underestimating what modern medicine can do for massive head trauma. 

[springtwirling]

“I just think it is funny, si?” Speaks the Italian sharpshooter to Simon, chuckling playfully as she holds up her pistola with a small shake, as if to show off the slight engravings on the gold plating. “If you do not know how to handle a firearm, then why even get one? For show and tell. Come now. At least learn how to maintain your weapon. Do not be so crass as to simply beat someone over the head with the thing. It has a purpose, non? I am not crazy.”

Striking up conversation these days has become normal, and she doesn’t feel so out of place among people, even in places like this, where the water is murky with blood feuds and hesitation. She is no stranger to places like this. But even so, this is a welcoming feeling. Having a simple conversation, not being treated down to simply because she is a woman. It has been some time since she has seen someone willing to treat her as an equal, on footing that is steady and sure.

@aphantaregioned​ ( simon )

[fantasycorrupted-a]

🍽 -        ❝ I, uh–  I thought– ❞  He pauses, a tupperware box full of chicken tagliatelle offered to her in earnest.  ❝ I figured after I downed your water bottle like that, the least I could do was cook you food.  Don’t feel bad;  I love cooking. ❞

🌱 Emoji Starters: Being Given Things

It has been a while since Lovisa has last eaten. Not too long – but with how long her recent shifts have been, she has been awake for too long to remember details like that. Should she close her eyes, she feels like she’d fall asleep too easily. Coffee could solve this... but it’s the lazy option. No, her sleeping schedule is already messed up as is. It would be best if she eats something, or, ideally, sleeps for a while. And it’s clear which of the two is the easier option.

“Now I feel the desire to invite you over for supper and split this between the two of us with some wine. Or beer.” She only looks down at the food for long enough to admire the sheer sight of it, then her eyes find his again. If she keeps staring... well, she’ll become even more ravenous. “I could use the company, too, if you’re free.” Then the playfulness in her face fades away, an almost business-like seriousness wiping it. “If not, I would, of course, understand... but you did make this. It feels right to share it with you.”

Before she’s missed the chance, she reaches out and gives his shoulder an awkward, if gentle and well-meaning rub. “Thanks a lot. I made some cupcakes earlier today... this would be a perfect meal before I get to enjoy them. And even better if you share it with me... and them, too.” For how soft her words are, she’s trying her hardest not to kick herself on the inside. God, please tell me I don't sound desperate. I just want to see this man happy. I need nothing more than that to be happy myself...

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@aphantaregioned​ said:  ❝ How old are you? ❞ Kip has no fear. She asks it with a big smile, genuinely curious. Dear God.

“Oh...somewhere in the millions or billions if I had to hazard a guess. I stopped keeping track somewhere in the thousands. I have been around a long time, darling. But I am not even the oldest being out there.”

[fantasycorrupted-a]

revenge stories are not lame. they're some of the purest forms of fiction, and of fighting. they're gritty, and raw, and visceral, and they're bold in ways that most people can never dream of being. sorry the world's getting you down, friend, but don't let it stamp out your flame. be angry if you must. it'll continue to help you make things.

// damn if you don't ever make me smile. you're wonderful, joy 🌟

maybe this is the part of me that just... wants to stop being angry. i'm mad, for too many reasons to know why. and i took to writing. it's good therapy - it's made me see a lot of things about not just the world, but myself too. and it's taken me to explore places i hold very dear, as well as much much more. it's made me come up with characters i wish existed in real life and were my friends and family.

i just don't think - right now, at least - i'll be relevant to anyone older than me. my stories started out in highschool as a fight against boredom; my parents never really took them seriously and only the english and lit teachers and some friends knew i like writing. i've read different kinds of stories and i've talked with my parents about books and i've always kind of wanted someone like them to be proud of these stories. to like them.

i know that's absolutely not needed. all my friends say they found my poetry cool (back when it was a thing), and i've swapped ideas with another writer pal irl and she loves my characters. honestly? i mean it - i wish i could meet them and hug them very tightly. i've put them all through hell for the sake of telling their story. my own story has its shitty moments too. that's life. and that's so amazing about it. it's so rich.

i guess i just wish i had more happy things to write about. maybe it's burnout. maybe it's the holidays - i'm with my boyfriend's family, and... i feel like i'll never really understand how that generation thinks. and i wish i could. i'm mad. and i wish i could stop being so mad sometimes.

[thestupidmeanone]

'ʘ‿ʘ' [ from kip hehehehe ]

"Heh, yeah, I know, I'm pretty great--"

Okay, just give him a second, he's almost had a realization...

"---wait, really?"

[thestupidmeanone]

“at some point, you have to make a choice about who you are and what you want.” [ from kip oof ]

Church opened his mouth to respond, but it took him a moment to find... well, any words at all. He knew who he was, right? He was Church! Epsilon? None of that really narrowed it down when he thought about it. And... at the end of the day, did he even know what he wanted? Peace and quiet? No more chaos? No, it wasn't that simple.

"...I know who I am," he finally managed. "I got through my identity crisis years ago... sort of." It was complicated, and Kip didn't need to know about the details. None of it mattered anymore, anyway.

"But... yeah, okay, you got me on the second one." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I mean.. I dunno, what do you want me to say here, exactly?"

[heartsetting]

❛  are  you  trying  to  start  something ?  ❜ [ from kip to silco! ]

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ㅤㅤ⤷ @aphantaregioned

ㅤㅤㅤ❧ ㅤ ℋes quiet for a long moment , taking in a breath through his nose , ❛ you could say that ... ❜ he doesnt go into any more detail than that though . the mans not sure if he wants to go into detail , tell someone of such INNOCENTS about the HORRORS OF WAR he was aiming for . war , his last choice , every other option exhausted , or otherwise UNFAVORABLE .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❛ its not something you should WORRY about anyway , kip . ❜ call it his fatherly instincts in wanting to PROTECT HER from the horrid truth . could he call it that ?? ‘ protecting her ‘ .