May 30, 2020
Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.
Island, by Aldous Huxley
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Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.
Island, by Aldous Huxley
[She found the colors to paint him where the world left him gray]
-Hyouka: Oreki x Chitanda
I was listening to Nightvale and happened upon this clip which accurately summarizes the state of my brain for the last year
Embarrassment
I wanna die from embarrassment....
Everyday something awkward happens.... Life suck...
idk if its monday there but ☃ - tall/short?
☃ - tall/short?
Nah anon, I live in EST. But as long as I’m up, it’s still Munday. <3
But I am the perfectly average height of 5′0.
CARRIER! *have a sparkling running and flinging themselves into your arms* SIRE SAID WE COULD MAKE ENERGON GOODIES! *excited wiggling and bouncing*
Hefting the sparkling into the air, Beachcomber grinned. Of course the child wasn’t mollified so easily, his little peds were kicking and he was doing a little jig in his carrier’s arms.
“Sire said that?” The sparkling nodded frantically at Beachcomber’s ‘question’, waiting for Carrier’s agreement. Which naturally came.
“Right on, lil’ bit. Just one lil’ note first.” The sparkling stopped his frantic wiggling and stared at his carrier with big pleading optics. But carrier’s word always came first!
“Make carrier some cosmic pops, you dig?” The sparkling absolutely squealed. With a frantic motion that only sparklings could accomplish, he kissed his carrier on the cheek, squirmed his way down to the ground and was off.
Beachcomber gave a laugh at the echoing around their suite.
“Sire! Sire! Carrier said yes! Carrier wants cosmic pops! Sireeeeee!!!”
Mommy! I found a rock in the shape of a heart! Look! You can have it~
The sparkling was filthy; blue plating covered in mud, fingers basically black, and a smudge of dirt on his cheek. Beyond that was wide optics, a huge grin, and bouncing peds. In his little stretched out little servos was a pebble.
Beachcobmer took so many image captures his processor started to overheat. Grin hurting his face, Beachcomber grabbed the sparkling around the waist and twirled him in the air.
The sparkling shrieked in happiness, legs kicking and getting dirt everyone. Basically crushing the sparkling to his chest, the mini settled the child on his hip. He nuzzled the sparkling on the helm and gave it a quick kiss.
“Oh baby-doll! I love it, it’s perfect! I’m so proud of you, lil’ bit! ” Beachcomber laughed as he took the rock from his sparkling, his own spark whiring with adoration and love. Tiny little giggles met his response as two arms grasped him around his neck and a face snuggled into his shoulder.
M-Momma? I ha--*hic* had a bad dream...
“Hey, hey lil’ spark, it’s all cool.” Beachcomber looked up from his perch on the couch and gave a grin at the sparkling. A pair of shiny optics came into view and the sparkling’s vents gave a little jump. With one hand firmly grasped on his plush bird, the other servo reached up for his carrier.
With a deft motion that many mechs wouldn’t expect out of Beachcomber, the mech rolled to his peds and grabbed the sparkling in one quick motion. With a less deft motion, sparkling in hand, Beachcomber fell back onto the couch. Throwing one ped on the table, the mini set his sparkling on his lap.
The mech gave a soft smile and slightly wiped the coolant away. Even so, more coolant appeared. The sparkling gave an upset click and grabbed his carrier, pushing their sparks together in comfort. The bird-plush gave a squeak at the pressure, but neither of them seemed to care.
Visor dimming, Beachcomber rested one servo on the sparkling’s helm and the other on his back plating. Spark warm, Beachcomber lightly activated his echo-sensitive mods in his servos and rubbed the sparkling’s back.
He didn’t seem to wanna talk about his dream, and that was fine with Beachcomber.
Little hands slowly lost their tight grip and the plush found its way to the sparkling’s dermals in a soothing way. Small optics dimmed and Beachcomber felt the last of the stress leave his sparkling’s frame. At the sound of even venting, Beachcomber went back to the analysis of the Rock in his HUD