#sobs..............

[saprophetic]

my baby sister: i’ve got a crush! here’s a picture! me: that’s a high schooler. that’s like, a seventeen year old me: me: oh my god it’s because she’s in high school me: my baby sister is sixteen

[gembuilt]

JUST YOU WAIT, JUST YOU WAIT !

fire emblem multimuse, penned by vlad.

[im-hexy-and-i-kno-it]

asked hermes for advice, and he struck right where its real

[raiiinydayz]

ok before october ends who wants to admit their love for me :pleading_face: /j

[sentdroid-a]

@fugitivefound​  sent:  patch  .  help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

"  oh,  you  don't  need  to  do  that.  "

he'd  gotten  a  bit  scratched  up  in  a  scuffle  they  had  been  in,  though,  it  was  really  nothing  major.  a  bit  of  thirium  had  stained  his  suit,  the  blue  color  showing  up  bright  some  of  the  lighter  pieces  of  fabric.  it  would  be  invisible  to  the  human  eye  before  too  long,  but  connor  would  still  be  left  staring  at  it  until  he  cleaned  the  thing.  either  way,  aside  from  the  simulated  pain  that  came  with  his  programming,  he  was  fine.  he  was  a  machine,  at  the  end  of  the  day.  all  of  this  stuff  was  fairly  cosmetic,  and  could  heal  up,  given  the  time.

still,  eyes  watch  as  the  other  bandages  up,  led  light  swirling  yellow  for  just  a  moment  or  two.  tim  should  understand  by  now,  shouldn't  he?  connor  is  not  the  same,  he's  not  human,  and  he  doesn't  need  to  be  patched  up  like  this.  it's  illogical,  a  waste  of  time  and  of  energy.  still,  connor  doesn't  force  him  to  stop,  doesn't  press  him  too  much.  simply  tilts  his  head  the  tiniest  bit,  almost  as  if  that  will  answer  questions  that  he  has.

"  i'll  be  okay.  "  was  tim...  worried  about  him?  what  an  odd  thing  to  witness.  though,  if  patching  connor  up  is  a  comfort,  he  sees  no  real  issue.  led  lands  back  on  blue.  "  ...thank  you.  "

[hamaa]