#fiixer

[wreckognition-archive-blog]

@fiixer || continued from x

    Noticing  the  mistletoe  above  them,  Felix  immediately  becomes  a  little  FLUSHED.   It  was  a  holiday  tradition  .  .  .   but  all  the  years  beforehand,  it  had  just  been  Felix  & the  Nicelanders.   The  most  he  got  were  a  few  pecks  on  the  cheek  by  Mary  &  some  of  the  other  citizens,  none  of  which  was  anything  really  that  new  or  special,  considering  how  each  level  ended.   Now  with  RALPH  here,  he  contemplates  on  whether  or  not  the  wrecker  was  even  aware  of  this  situation.

    ❝ Oh  ——  Ralph,  ol’  fella   .  .  .   we’re  under  a  — mistletoe.   You  see? ❞

“A what? Oh you mean this plant thing? I see it alright.” Ralph stared awkwardly at the mistletoe that was hanging just inches away from his face, “What, is there some kinda tradition attached to this plant thing or somethin’?” 

Ralph had never been invited to a Christmas party before and he felt so out of place, he didn’t know anything of traditions and frankly, it was kinda embarrassing.

“...hey, what’s wrong with your face?” He asked, noticing the rosy hue beginning to settle on the handyman’s face.

[tragiicbackstory-blog]

Tamora: *sees Felix show up on the dash*

Tamora: *immediate heart eyes*

@fiixer

[wreckognition-archive-blog]

@fiixer

“Felix!” Ralph yelled as his huge form was overrun with cybugs. He screamed as the cybugs started to tear into him. 

After several seconds of this, one of the cybugs began to change. It grew rapidly, its exoskeleton twisting into spikes and turning a dull red colour.

The monster was at least 20 feet tall, even as it sat hunched over with its back turned to the handyman.

[tragiicbackstory-blog]

// GOD DAMNIT YOU 2 WHY THE FUCK DID YOU POST THESE TWO ASKS AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

MY EMOTIONS CANNOT HANDLE THE BITTER ANGST OF YOUR ASK @candytastic WITH THE CUTE FLUFF OF YOUR’S @fiixer

[starlixir]

Digging into the records for: @fiixer

Reading:

"Are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  "

❖

❝Well, I suppose I am. I hate to beat around the bush with, literally, anyone, especially with strangers. Is that a problem? Maybe I'm coming off harsher than I wanted to. Oh man, that's not something I want to do.❞

As someone who has to work constantly with fixers, other info brokers, and hackers - or literally any criminals of similar occupations - Nova didn't seem to be on edge or distrusting. Perhaps a fatal flaw that will be the downfall for her at some point. Something she is aware of, though she'll never admit it until it is brought up in a conversation. The way she seemed a little panic right now, shifting her weight around or how she wanted to keep her voice from dropping down to a much, gentler tone yet she failed to do so.

❝My apologies for comin' off as rude. I don't mean to. Now, if you want, we can redo this whole first meeting and start from scratch.❞

[ravagercherri]

it wasn't the first time she'd taken a rest in a place that was meant for trash. It just so happened that this said dumpster Cherri currently took residence in , was the prefect place to hide from the latest person that she'd pissed off. A plethora of complaints and noises of disgust come from her as she peels some garbage and wipes some residue off of her medical decoration and finally , she's on solid ground again.

it was expected she would have some eyes on her -- she didn't belong her anyway . . . .

" can I help ya with somethin? Ain't never seen someone climb outta a dumpster before? "

@fiixer

( starter call currently accepting ! )

[heroonlybyblood]

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?

Physical Detail Ask Meme | Accepting!

“I do not cry often. When I do, it is silent. There is a tightness in my chest and it feels as if I cannot breathe, but I make no sound. My tears are not a constant. In fact, it is more likely that there are only a few drops. If my grief is enough though, my hold upon my magic will loosen. Just as sparks dance across my skin with anger or rage, a wind might pick up. Certain emotions tie to certain spells, and vortex seems to be linked with grief. To answer the rest of the questions, no I do not hiccup, and if I am sobbing then I would hardly be speaking.”

[heroonlybyblood]

🎤

FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE | Accepting!

I'm Fine by Witchz

I can't swallow this ain't like me I know they don't like me I go save our time, I'm fine