#//I am so excited for this thread

[little-baski]

Being boosted up the wall was easy, Lokni seemed far stronger than they were, and with the help of the interlocked arms, they were able to stretch much further than if they'd tried to climb it on their own. They managed to hoist themself up to their belly, and then pull themself over the ledge completely, their dangling legs disappearing. They peeked further down the corridor for a moment, before turning and trying to secure a position that would make it easy to lever Lokni's weight.

There of course was a chance that it would fail, but they didn't want to think about that right now, so they focussed on their own breathing and the sound of muscle working, their hands fused together for a moment as Baskar pulled and Lokni reached.

Raised religious but never one to practice, Baskar almost wanted to reach for the tiny cross that hung from their neck, when some sound down the corridor snapped them to attention. Instead of turning however, they helped Lokni further up, their heart starting to race as their mind conjured up apparitions that weren't there.

"Alright," Baskar whispered, their eyes following where Lokni pointed too, which was also the direction of the sound.

If it was ghosts, they wouldn't be alone.

If it was ghosts, they wouldn't be alone.

If it was...

"It uhm... it depends," Baskar whispered still, their voice small. "So... uhm... coms on boats have these uhm... area codes," they tried to explain. "Depending on where in the world you are sailing. But... generally... they can be as small as a walkie-talkie or as big as a server." They recalled the walkie-talkies having been fascinating, with their range. But that was at school, years ago.

They started to make their way towards the bridge as they spoke, hoping to chase away the ghosts. Their skin crawling.

If it was ghosts, they wouldn't be alone.

They repeated their mantra.

"I'm just hoping that they'll have an emergency radio there, it will most likely be in a case, like a suitcase, heavy but not too heavy to cary." Their mind conjured up the different communication devices they'd seen. Sensors and communication devices were important to robotics, information had to be received, but in a way that it would allow for some freedom.

"We're looking for some kind of symbol, like a telephone or an emergency sign. But... it might not be there, if there was ever a crew, they would've probably taken it."

If there had ever been a crew, and if they'd ever made it off of the ship alive.

Lokni watched as Baskar seemed to ponder his question for some time. If Baskar thought that he could do it, why not at least try? "Alright, let's give this a go," Lokni replied, interlocking his hands together, preparing to give Baskar a leg up. He'd done this thousands of times back at the ranch, helping people up on tall horses or climbing up to the hayloft, a second nature motion. Baskar stepped into Lokni's interlocked hands, and with that, Lokni was able to boost Baskar up the wall. A couple moments of scrambling and shuffling passed before Baskar was reaching down to give Lokni an arm up. Taking a deep breath, Lokni grasped their hand firmly as Baskar began to tug him up, Lokni's boots scuffing against the metal wall where the ladder had once been. By the grace of the Creator, Lokni managed to get high enough to grip the edge of the wall with his free hand, releasing Baskar's grip and with all his strength just barely managing to pull himself up and over the edge. Rolling over onto his back, Lokni took a couple seconds to breathe, filling his lungs with delicious, fresh air. Still gasping for air on his back, Lokni pointed in the direction of the door that led to the bridge. "It's just over there" he panted, "just let me catch my breath." After a couple moments, Lokni got to his feet, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "So what does this COMMs thing look like again?" Lokni asked, genuinely curious about what they were looking for.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE GREAT CITIES DUOLOGY by N. K. Jemisin.

[kingkatsuki]

Specifically thinking about long distance relationships today.

So tell me how you and your f/o would first meet online?

[jerrsterrr]

she art on my fight till i uhhhhh ehhhhhhhh website crash

[pastafossa]

I’m working on a snarl/Jane’s mask. Partially inspired to get one due to TRT and partially due to the fact that its fucking awesome???

WHAT

W H A T

W A H T

THIS IS SO AMAZING OH MY GOD

I was literally sitting in the salon covered in hair dye when I saw this and I had to resist the urge to get up and run around screaming

BECAUSE HOLY SHIT YES! Like, half the reason I went with a Hound mask that looks like that was the sheer fucking awesome factor, everyone who gets a mask deserves a cool mask in Marvel land, AND LOOK HOW BADASS IT WILL BE, I can't wait to see it finished because it already looks awesome! 😍😍😍

[gemkun]

i just wanted to say to people that i have written with , have yet to and have still not interacted with ( i’m so sorry ) that if i am not meeting your expectations , i will take no offence if you unfollow. i have an awful tendency to not reach out because of shyness and on top of that i am . . . a terrible replier. and i am so sorry for that. since this is a critical year for me and it’s the first time i’ve faced full time employment , my speed has absolutely fallen but i have always been relatively slow. i also get so easily overwhelmed and forgetful so if i ever miss your messages or anything please don’t hesitate to prod me again i won’t find it as pestering as long as it’s a gentle reminder. thank you for understanding i love you all.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I'm hoping taking an extended break from Limbus (aside from dailies and weeklies, of course), helps me return to it with passion, again ... make no mistake, I am thinking about the game and characters nonstop--even when engaged in other activities--I've just been having trouble posting about it due to a myriad of things.

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)

[vntageheart]

STARTER CALL !!! i will make us a starter based off something in YOUR wishlist. if you want a specific muse of mine, please leave it in the comments. if not, I'll be doing my random generator.

[despairforme]

[ I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who took the time to send Nnoitra a birthday ask yesterday! It was super sweet of you and I had a blast! ;O;// I still have some asks that I got after I went to bed but I will try to get to those today! Thank you for making writing Nnoitra so lovely. I truly love it here! uvu// ]

[aletheialed]

Right now, wine glass in hand and staring vacantly into the dark corners of the room in which he dwells - Barok can't help but think about his brother. To think about Klint during hard times, the man who he's always admired so much, has always come naturally to him - but it can't bring him any comfort now.

The truth is, Barok doesn't know what he should feel more betrayed about. The fact that the brother he'd wanted to emulate all his life was nothing but a killer, who's actions resulted in the ending and ruining of so many lives, including Barok's own? Or... is it that, until the very end, Klint was too afraid to share that horrible truth with him, even when that fear allowed him to be controlled into committing the most heinous acts imaginable?

It makes him want to laugh with a bitterness he hasn't felt in years. It makes him feel ill; desperate and angry and like a fraying rope about to snap. Perhaps it's sinful, and a sign of Barok's own weak character, that Klint's lack of trust in him might be what hurts the most. Had he thought Barok would break under the weight of the truth, and sought to protect him from that fate? What's worse is that Barok doesn't know how he would've reacted deep down. What's the scarier thought - that Barok would've turned away in despair and been unable to carry on just as his brother feared, or that he would stand with Klint, perhaps even turning a blind eye to his crimes...?

...There's no point in thinking about it now. But if he doesn't think about Klint, then there's no shortage of other things to take his place at the forefront of his mind. Such as the true identity of the Reaper, and how Barok had been complicit in his crimes for the longest time - allowing himself to be used and manipulated like a puppet on a string, even when he didn't see the full extent of it all.

His whole life, these past ten years in which he thought he'd endured so much, all for the sake of the people of London... what were they all for?

When he hears the knock on the door, it's tempting to ignore it entirely - he barely has the energy to stand, anyway. He doesn't know who it could possibly be, considering everything, but... in the end, he rises like a man possessed, and finds himself walking to open the door as if in a trance. What he sees when the door opens is the last thing he expects.

"Mr... Naruhodo...? You... pray tell, what are you doing here at this hour?"

@tenacquity ( starter! )

[xbadnews]

i'm lowkey thinking abt remaking percy & like starting fresh with who i'm following. because i want, quite desperately to be writing here & it's just severely overwhelming to look at the dash here.

[definitelynotshouting]

okokok here’s a question I like asking because you writers can be such tricksy hobbitses: in the chapters we’ve seen so far, has there been anything you’ve hinted at that we haven’t picked up on yet? -🌱

I fucking love receiving this question anon and the answer is yes >:] altho tbf to yall, this is bc a lot of the payoff for these seeds arent going to be seen until WAY later into the fic. Every single interaction between Grian and the others is setting the scene for various arcs later down the line-- theyre all jam fucking packed with foreshadowing, and whenever i see you guys speculate i start grinning VERY very evilly to myself over it SKDNSJDNSJDJS

[shadowedresolve]

God, Toshiro can't remember the last time he hasn't felt exhausted.

It makes sense. The pressure of the elections, the evidence he stole, the fear of discovery and the guilt of not having the strength to take action... it's all been weighing down on him so much that sometimes he feels like he's drowning. And to make matters worse, the stress has developed into giving him physical symptoms, too - headaches that sometimes border on migraines, physical exhaustion with no obvious cause... he's been sleeping like a rock at night, but that doesn't seem to help at all.

But it's strange. He spent so long unable to gather up the courage needed to expose his father. Despite knowing it was the right thing, he was scared - not just of what it would mean for him, but for everyone else, too - or maybe that was just an excuse. ...No, it was obviously an excuse. But when he'd seen the Phantom Thieves show their final calling card to the world... he thought he'd finally found the strength to do what he needed to do.

...And then that strength had been sucked out of him like it was never there at all. It's difficult to explain, and it's no excuse, but it was like his fear itself was rebelling against him, trying to stop him acting out. Sometimes, he's close to confessing everything, but he feels like he can't take that final step, all his worries rushing to the forefront at once. Other times- and more and more often, now - he's struck with a strange apathy, like he doesn't care about anything at all. What's the point? It's not like it'll make any difference, and it'll only get people hurt, so... maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe nothing does.

That's what scares him the most. He really must be losing his mind - or else he's just the world's most pathetic man out there. ...Self-deprecating thoughts won't help him, but it's far too easy to indulge... at least he has this place. Leblanc isn't somewhere he can go nearly as often as he likes, but it's nice to be able to relax and - well, to not think for a while.

...And then, all of a sudden, Toshiro's yelping out in pain as he feels a scorching heat out of nowhere, causing him to almost fall off his chair. What on earth was that? But when he looks down, seeing the coffee now splattered all over his suit, he realizes what must've happened.

"Arrrrgh.... and here I thought my day couldn't get any worse..."

@silver-strings-of-fate ( starter for ren! )

[cigvrettedvet]

"so if you plan on saying i told you so, you better save it for after i leave. i'm too heartbroken to hear about how right you were." and really, terra had been right. they had said maeve's boyfriend ( well ex-boyfriend now ) was no good. and he'd prove it the very moment he'd dump her for another girl. "do you . . . think i can stay here tonight? we can get comfortable and order a fuck ton of food so i can eat my problems away," maeve offered. "i just can't go back home right now." although maeve had stayed over at terra's a dozen times before, she still felt the need to ask. terra was one of the few friends she had left and she didn't want to ruin it by being so overbearing. // @heroexxs

[squeakadeeks]

I finished all the construction on Pupet and I can't wait to put everything on you have no idea