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[d-eadeye]

Ⲥ'𝝡𝝤𝖭 𝖭𝝤𝘞.. 𐌉 𝗚𝝤ꔋꔋ'𝖠 𝘉ꓴ𝗟𝗟𝗘ꔋ 𝘞𐌉ꔋ𝘏 𝝪𝗘𝙍 𝖭𝖠𝝡𝗘 𝝤𝖭 𐌉ꔋ.

... 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 1/x, 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑮𝑬.

[absentmoon]

i um do have the thought that starwar bug is like craaaazy good with tech and droids especially.i like to think that she has some kind of backup system that restores destroyed battle droids ai into new inactive bots because um. them dying is sad. You know

[deirune]

[senatorofstars-a]

 when your boss casually brings up s/w in conversation and u just gotta stand there without twitching & act as if u dont have 2 tlj posters up on ur walls at home and didn’t get into a heated debate w someone last night over porgs

[balancedforcez]

me after the Animal Kingdom finale fucked me up

[d-eadeye]

Smoke, like breath, exhales from the burnished shaft of his exhausted pistol and the cowboy, himself, stoically succumbs to the silver haze, @animmal.

"Pardon th'intrusion." A modest eruption, textured tones reverberating through his thick throat without precursor. The American tips the unkempt brim of his dark hat in the unknowing direction of his audience, aghast. "Now I don't usually like to be violent in front of young ladies but that man there was fixin' to put a bullet through yer head. Figured, well, it'd be more impolite to let 'im have his way." Pistol spins before being replaced at its holster. A bevy of thrushes flees overhead.

A thick southern drawl tinges every word like hot molasses. The afternoon sun beats tenderly down upon the back of the splayed corpse. "Y'all hurt any?"

[d-eadeye]

“[Ships] slept on the abyss without a surge. The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave. The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before. The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, and the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need of aid from them— She was the Universe,” @vierona.  

Midges surveyed the lichen with cursory displeasure, burdened by wings too fragile to carry them elsewhere but the forest floor and he, burdened likewise by unfortunate circumstance, sat listlessly among them. He watched with dull envy as they filled their throats with the vestiges of dew and shimmied their hirsute backs with silent contentment, bitterly lusting for the simplicity in which they so seamlessly existed. Jesse drove the toe of his boot further into the sodden earth; and beneath his arid breath, cursed the land beyond the forests — nestled within the devil’s bosom. 

A crimson rivulet ran the length of his forearm to the point of his elbow. A fearsome imprint of teeth lay where his glove had been removed; bits of fat and mortal carnage protruding from the punctured skin where his assailant had successfully wounded him using its many jagged teeth.  

He lamented, deeply, the strife with which they had been introduced, though considered the consequential exchange to be one of fairness:  he had emerged precipitously from the shadows and spooked the lone wolf-mother, prompting her to latch her powerful maw ‘round his forearm and tear. It was a fair price due toward nature;   likewise, his firm kick to its frail ribs had also been fair. She’d fled with her pups and her life and abandoned him with only his blood and the midges and the faintest reminder of his futile own. 

It'd fester before long, his wound; Jesse knew well-enough that his time to cleanse the laceration of its impurities would be brief and so, he kicked himself to his haunches and then to his feet, exhaling his pain through his nostrils.

He followed a haphazard thoroughfare laced between the dense alpines and robust firs until a lake materialized from the dark brush and illuminated before him like an eden. One foot fell before the other when the vague silhouette of a woman emerged beyond the rocks and lichen, dark hair draped behind her like the night sky. Her skin was fair, her limbs somber and svelte; her lashes were long and thick above her sultry stare cast downward at the rippling water.

Jesse's gait slowed to an awed saunter. He'd forgotten about the wound, the pain; he thought only of a woman.

[d-eadeye]

The burnished shaft of his barrel is vertical to his hat's sweeping brim, muzzle cozied up nicely to its fine leather edge. The hand that wields it wears gloves in spite of its mechanical anatomy, tendons gently, tenderly, whirring beneath a streetlamp, @tormenther, 𐚁.

A nearby gutter chokes full-throatedly on the rain. "Well.." low voice is raked over the brusque coals of his throat, his every word guttural and matter-of-fact. "Lovely night fer courtin' a lady, otherwise. Couple'a candles, a nice big helping of steak and gravy, a fancy tablecloth.."

"Now I don't normally like to pose the 'big questions' on first dates, but.." Mechanical arm sweeps with abduction, red-lit joints reflecting oblong in the myriad of puddles at their feet. "Somethin' tells me you like when a man's upfront with you."