#axismund

[ximisaari-blog]

“ye look a wee bit LOST, there. ye a’right?”

-                   & @axismund

[bioticiisms]

" i had to finish it. it's vodka. it goes bad once it's been opened. " [ from brolenko tbh bc let's just be honest w/ ourselves.

arrested development sentence starters

still accepting

                        “ IN WHAT WORLD do you think i’d find that excuse acceptable ------ when it, you know, when it means i don’t GET any? ”  he’s feigning disapproval, ultimately not too broken up about it ------ at least, not unless he’s SIGNIFICANTLY more sober than his brother is.  time will tell, on that one.  “ look, here’s the thing:  if this ends in me buying more, you’re ------ well, you’re PAYING. ”

[anabioun]

“this is the third time you have come to my quarters to question me. i cannot make myself any plainer: i have NO WISH to be interrogated by you. if that is your will, leave; i will not submit to it.”

-                     & @axismund

[redshiifted]

@axismund 

EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS INTENSE ; ESPECIALLY  her eyes.  Her objective is LINEAR ; with purpose.  She knows he’ll be there, alone--to his thoughts.  The air feels stale & malaise threatens to wash over her as she courses down the hallway of the CREW DECK, frigid metal foyer is honeycombed with enclosed tungsten doors.  Shepard spends the next few seconds collecting herself before the automatic doors of the  PORT OBSERVATION retracts with a pneumatic hiss & the big empty of vast space glowers at her through the large  window.   Kaidan is the strange elongation of shadow &  distorted reflection blossoming in her line of focus.

They need to talk.

❝--Kaidan.  Have you got a minute?❞

[spatiumpedit-blog]

           ‘   how’s it possible for someone who doesn’t even EAT levo food to make such good pasta?   ’    okay,   so she was about ten minutes later than she said she’d be,   but she got home eventually.   she greets the other with a smile as she makes her way through the door,   strutting over to caius and wrapping her arms around his neck once she reaches him.    she might be a hard ass but she loves him;   he’s not her husband for no reason.   a smirk curves one corner of her lips upwards as lucy glances between his eyes and mouth,   contemplating whether to lay a kiss there.   her tone softens.   ‘   missed you.   ’  /  @axismund.

[tistheseasonofmovingblogs]

axismund replied to your photo:

THIS TIME HE BROUGHT FRIENDS

THE STORY OF AMERICA

[deucalionsdarcymoved]

            the door hisses open,   revealing darcy smiling sweetly behind it  (  and containing excitement,   but she’s containing it well  )  and displaying a completely different approach compared to the somewhat seductive advance she’d chosen while messaging him.    she’s not sure what her intentions came off as over omnitool,   but he’ll soon find out:   nonetheless,   she does actually LIKE him quite a bit.    darcy’s just not sure whether it’s him that drew her to him or the fact that he’s easily frustrated.    and flustered;   she likes seeing his mandibles twitch.    maybe it’s BOTH.

          ‘   cassius!   ’    darcy greets him,   excitement curving her lips upwards.    they’ve only been able to really talk while she’s been in trouble,   and that’s been brief and teasing.    she’s not REALLY a criminal:   she just pushes buttons and tests peoples’ limits,   and truthfully she just wants some kind of attention due to her absent father.    cassius,   however...    she wants to have a genuine conversation with him.    she doesn’t get to do that with a lot of people.

            ‘   come in!   ’    darcy steps aside to  reveal a lavish,   open-plan apartment free of parents and  (  the usual  )  bodyguards alike.    ‘   it’s just us.    do you want a drink?    i got dextro stuff in so the night doesn’t end in you being poisoned.   ’  /  @axismund.

[vitriols]

@axismund

          “  i don’t think it’s a coding error. full stop. this is hardware based,  “       he insists, sighing as he twitches his fingers, mentally rotating the image of the machine, trying to circle one of the multiple faults that might recreate the issue. teeth gnaw at the cap of the pen as he scrawls out a list of faults to check, the chinese characters sloppy even to an outsider.       calloused hands push wire-rimmed glasses back up his nose, and he leans back in his chair. weary. mutants should help one another, of course, but he’ll never understand how vyrus manages such strange problems with her machines. the day it’s a simple blown motherboard, he’ll quit his job and cross the country.            “  if i find that you’ve managed to get an alien mushroom colony amidst your processors, vyrus, i swear.  “