#starbits

[cybersodas]

What do the stars taste like?

[hajihoku]

lilac - first emotions of new love

daffodil - unrequited love; deceitful hopes

forget me not - true love; please remember me

primrose - eternal love; i can't live without you

[selkra-souza]

Language Processing is an influential introject (int) supercolony located on the growth hemisphere near the equator. They are five departments of int families organized in the form of a university that that each specialize in researching and practicing different languages. Each language family is organized into more specialized departments, often with different languages mixed together to collaborate on topics such as meme categorization, slang words, polite conversation, etymology, curse words, and more.

Ints are primarily subconscious beings working in subconscious levels. As a species they naturally do not speak with their mouths or hands, instead communicating with scents mostly among themselves. But Language Processors are some of the few groups of ints that invest heavily into communicating with the conscious, and use a special bow tie or gloves permanently attacked to their bodies to talk or sign with the conscious. This tech makes these ints valuable diplomats across the mind.

[jemdraws]

New space baby! He's a nonverbal Starbit and loves meeting new species and documenting them in a little notebook :3c

[pommtato]

[ssstarlighttt]

There was a sketchbook that laid on the dresser in Ryan Erzahler’s bedroom.

A black pen was positioned right next to it. Both were rarely utilized.

Inside the sketchbook was a bunch of doodles, small ones that would cover up pages in collections. A new page would never be drawn on until the current page was filled to the brim with shadows, coins, clouds, snakes, ghosts, cars, people, and more. When something troubled him, whatever was on Ryan’s mind would go into that sketchbook.

He had owned that sketchbook for about four, maybe even five years now, but rarely used it. He’d only pick up the pen on really bad days, until his stresses diminished into thin air. Half of the pages were still completely empty.

His sister, Sarah, on the other hand, had loads of sketchbooks. Loads and loads of sketchbooks that were scattered around the floor of her bedroom. In her sketchbooks, she drew lots of things, but didn’t fill up her pages all the way like Ryan did. Once she finished one drawing, she would move onto the next page. No matter how big or small each drawing was, she would always have space on her pages.

There was one thing Sarah always did with her art, though. She told stories. Behind every line in her sketchbooks, there were always stories behind them. She was an artist second, and a storyteller first.

[aw-colorcat]

Mario-sona content

[snow-bunnii]

Blue Cosmic