#flippinoptimist

[ad1ostoreador]

@flippinoptimist hEY, nICE TO SEE YOU POSTING AGAIN,, iT’S, uHH, bEEN AWHILE,

[chimericarchitect]

"But Saness, citing some ancient tumblr phantom's ranking system for danger assessment is not a particularly meaningful measurement!"

Wrong.

Incorrect.

So very flunkadelic.

If anyone is an authority on "dangerous," it's Terrible.

[bytedown]

Snapped a picture of my auspistice @flippinoptimist talkin with a bunch’ve us

((Commissioned from @dragonnova for @wirrrp!))

[secret-delirium]

Vriska got Terrible to post and exist... :0

[stormpainter]

He was covered in blood. A brighter purple than had ever run through his veins, beautiful and rich.

The sea monster laid out on the beach wound around it, bigger than a house, a ship, bigger than any memory of its kind could properly hold grasp on. 

He painted a prayer across its scales in its own blood, Be built a fire along its width with entire trees. His kismesis helped him, in preparing, in painting, in felling trees and hauling the beast onto the sand, in killing it. Velius was there at every step.

But the prayer was Wicked’s as he knelt in the sand, illuminated in the flickering and guttering light of the fire. 

The gods, never shy around him appeared, larger than life, to consume the beast cleanly with holy fire, and leave its bleached bones sprawled across the coastline.

He needed their aid, which he didn’t often call upon, not god to god, but supplicant to god. 

He was going to fight a horror terror, and he needed their strength behind him. To boost his magic, to steady his hand, to aid his courage and fortitude in the face of this creature, and shield his mind from it.

Their answer came, they would aid him, and they were well pleased with his sacrifice- but there was little personal sacrifice in this beast laid before them. It represented his time, his efforts, meat he would never taste, but it wasn’t important to him.

He produced a knife and took his long braid in one hand, wrapping it around a few times to pull it tight, then took the blade to his hair up near his scalp. 

He was strong enough to cut his braid away cleanly, and it lay limp in his hands as he offered his pride to the fires.

[carnivalsoration]

Ringleader: Do some research

You are angry. You are furiously, unfathomable angry. You haven't been this furious in a while, which is inconvenient because you don't really have the time to calm down. As much as you want to smash and rend flesh, you are forced into stasis.

Irakit has gone off to rescue a kidnapped Saness. And didn't tell you. Because she is stupid.

Irakit has likely fallen prey to whoever took Saness. Because she didn't tell you. Because she is stupid.

Hexx is smart. Enough. For now, to serve your purposes. He is a tool, and you intend to use him to full effectiveness, to track down your prey, and what has been stolen from you.

After a conversation with the only person Irakit bothered to tell (someone who could do nothing, of course), you bid Hexx to give you coordinates that he can't quite decipher. She is in The Game. You know people who have been in The Game. But, gods or no gods, you will handle this on your own. She is Yours. And so is her captor.

Still, you ask Velius to use the device of his, from the game, to do some research. You assure him that someone has indeed been naughty, that Wicked will not disapprove (if he does, you will have something to remind him of) and that Velius should not be involved. Kidnapping means Velius gets intrusive, which isn't good for him or for you. Not this moment at least.

You get a quick crash course, here is how to make it move around, here is where it spits out coordinates, here is how to transport things. And then you shoo him out of the room as friendly as you can while you boil with rage, all sharp smiles and no small amount of red bleeding into your gaze. And then you input the coordinates that Hexx gave you, so you may take a look around.

[tormentedapathy]

@flippinoptimist @wickedpainter

Am II allowed alcohol? II’d lIIke two reque2t 2ome IIf 2o.

II wIIll drIInk IIt out of a 2IIppy cup IIf II have two, II under2tand you not wII2hIIng me two have gla22 that could be a weapon.

[deterministpalindrome]

@flippinoptimist for tryiing not two 2have my mate2priit you 2ure are tryiing really hard two 2have my mate2priit