[technologic-owl]

The Score - Higher (Audio)

Higher (Official Audio) Song taken from the new album ATLAS (available for pre-order) Available Here: https://republic.lnk.to/TheScoreAtlasYD Keep up with Th...

[rp-meme-glaceon]

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

MOM…                                       DAD…                                                                                                                                                  i miss you.

[thecultoflexithewulf]

Magic is only unexplained science. Science is explained magic. When I study science, I study magic. When I study magic, I study science.

C. JoyBell C. (via wolfofantimonyoccultism)

[technologic-owl]

{oh hey my rules and bio pages are fixed, thanks to the amazing @team-lpis-livia <3}

[technologic-owl]

{Fixed up my rules/about/bio pages, and uuuuuuh I’ll get the theme working at some point    soon™}

[wingedpredators]

Dexter, Great Horned Owl

(Photo by https://www.flickr.com/photos/andythephotographer/)

[tana-the-dreamchaser]

[thestrigiform]

Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) by Adam K.

[technologic-owl]

Handwriting can tell you a lot about a person. Go here and reblog with your muse’s handwriting style!

Tagged by: @insumoira

[technologic-owl]

Incoming Sorrel. You got a tiny blonde demon child preparing for a death-from-above tackle hug

https://youtu.be/OOk3Whzn85A?t=16s

[technologic-owl]

“I can let you back if you’d like, its not a problem”, replied Sorrel, pointing back over his shoulder towards the library. Upon seeing Gale’s mug, he chuckled quietly. “I like your mug, I could use one of those myself.” He turned to the direction of the library and looked back at Gale for a moment, waiting for her to follow before walking with her back to the library. 

“By the way, what are you doing up at this hour? Don’t you have classes in the morning?” Sorrel looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. “OH, I’m sorry, do you need to change real quick, considering I ran into you and got tea all over the place?” 

[epidoted-blog]

psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.

[nolucano-deactivated20171209]

hello! I’m looking to revive my blake blog and I would love to get interactions going again! ♡ if you would be interested in interacting with an independent, fandom friendly, blake belladonna blog, can you like or reblog this post for me?

[degenerate-perturbation]

(takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath)

[technologic-owl]

The dim glow of the computer monitor was the only light in the otherwise darkened library accompanied by a  low, rapid-fire clack of a keyboard. The rhythmic clacking paused,  a pair of bright yellow eyes focused on the screen, quickly reading what was on it, before the clacking resumed. 

Taking a deep breath, Sorrel stretched his arms upward. It was nearly 3 in the morning, according to the small clock on the computer screen. Another sleepless night doing research in the Beacon library. This is starting to become a habit at this point, he chuckled to himself, before relaxing back in his chair. His eyes wandered the book-laden shelves, sight unhindered by the encroaching darkness. His gloved hand absentmindedly ran through the feathers on top of his head. 

With a sigh, the faunus flicked off the computer monitor, plunging the library into complete darkness. He blinked a few times to get used to the darkness, then stood, grabbing a pair of books that sat on the table next to the computer. Standing back and sliding the chair back under the desk, Sorrel headed off in the direction of his rooms.

[insumoira]

Another sleepless night, which was unfortunate for her.  She really did need sleep but right now it was harder and harder for her to wake up and keep the sleep that she did get.  Her mind was plagued by nightmares of shadows past and future, pictures of herself that seemed too far from what Gale knew herself to be.  One was a strong Huntress, her bow steady and a glow about her but…sad.  Her head was high but the stoic expression on it’s face meant something happened.  Something that she couldn’t see yet.  Another shadow, this one looked like her but wasn’t.

This was a husk of her self, shadows wrapping around her and her gloves off.  Her skin and veins pulsed with blackened energy, from where she couldn’t tell.  Her eyes were darker, more sinister with a grin that screamed pain and torture to anyone that saw it.  Bodies seemed to write behind her, open mouthed and screaming voiceless shrieks but there she stood, the smile etched on her lips.  Another, dead.  Another, running.  Another, surrounded by Grimm and with the red eyes burning through her own—

Gale felt something hit her face as it knocked her back down to the floor, tea scattering and soaking into the carpets of Beacon.  “Hey, watch where you’re—”  Her eyes lifted up to the Beacon professor and her words stopped in her throat.  “Oh, Professor.  I’m—excuse me, I didn’t….I’m sorry.”

[technologic-owl]

His head was filled with chemical formulas and equations, trying to figure out how exactly the elements would fit together to form such materials, and how magic might be involved, as it probably was with such stuff of legends were. 

The sudden jolt of bumping into someone else pulled Sorrel back into the real world and out of his own head. He blinked and instinctually took a step back, eyes focusing on the woman who fell to the floor in front of him. Quickly, he bent down to help her up, apologetic words coming to his lips. “I’m so sorry, I should have been paying more attention myself.” He flinched at the word ‘professor’, a pained expression coming to his face. “I’m really not...” he began quietly, but didn’t get further than that.

After helping her up, Sorrel took a precursory glance to make sure his books were undamaged before turning his gaze back to her. “Are you okay, you didnt hurt yourself when you fell, did you?” He idly noted that the woman was also a faunus, a fur-covered tail swished behind her legs. His free hand hovered over her arm, slightly  worried that she might fall back down.

[technologic-owl]

The dim glow of the computer monitor was the only light in the otherwise darkened library accompanied by a  low, rapid-fire clack of a keyboard. The rhythmic clacking paused,  a pair of bright yellow eyes focused on the screen, quickly reading what was on it, before the clacking resumed. 

Taking a deep breath, Sorrel stretched his arms upward. It was nearly 3 in the morning, according to the small clock on the computer screen. Another sleepless night doing research in the Beacon library. This is starting to become a habit at this point, he chuckled to himself, before relaxing back in his chair. His eyes wandered the book-laden shelves, sight unhindered by the encroaching darkness. His gloved hand absentmindedly ran through the feathers on top of his head. 

With a sigh, the faunus flicked off the computer monitor, plunging the library into complete darkness. He blinked a few times to get used to the darkness, then stood, grabbing a pair of books that sat on the table next to the computer. Standing back and sliding the chair back under the desk, Sorrel headed off in the direction of his rooms.