#a4d

[uglygrievous]

ideal world

[vainvex]

babooshka babooshka babooshka yaya

[id: 3 headshot sketches of aloysius lindt. he is a bearded man with round sunglasses that obscure his eyes, long curly hair and bushy eyebrows. each sketch is in a slightly different style, but she is smiling and blushing in all of them. to the side, partially cut off, is a sketch of max making a similar expression. /end id]

[alchemy4dummies]

ID: a redraw of the barbie movie mugshot meme. the first image is maximillian rose in place of barbie, and the second is aloysius lindt in place of ken.

maximillian is a six-fingered man with bright red rectangular glasses, a bowler hat, and a gold bow tie. max is grimacing for his mugshot, holding up an identifying plaque that says, in all capitals, "capd. maxie. 420-69. folsom."

aloysius is a fat bearded man with curly red hair and large, round purple sunglasses, wearing a fancy green coat with gold accents. he is grinning for his mugshot, and with one gloved hand is holding up a matching plaque that reads, in capitals, "capd. and wishis! 420- ... folsom." END ID.

[vaingloriousvex]

[id: a bust of maximillian rose (he/her) as an anthropomorphic mouse. he is cream-coloured with brown spots and brown shoulder-length hair. he wears red rectangular sunglasses, a red button-down shirt, suspenders, and a yellow bow tie. he is blushing and smiling nervously. /end id]

[usafphantom2]

A Marine All-Weather Fighter Squadron 115 F4D-1 SKYRAY near Cherry Point, NC. 1962. (2MAW📷)

@kadonkey via X

[autistics4disclosure]

hi! im an autistic teen and asking around for jobs (just casual, customer service stuff) but I don’t know what to say when I have to walk up to an employee/manager and ask about availability — without a script im pretty much lost. how do I go about it? im really not sure what to say and how to seem polite but not too nervous.

I personally don’t have much experience, viewers please respond

[fostervold]

Day 2701 /// the photon tracing gets a little slow when there's other kinds of complex-ish materials in the scene i guess

[bunningchaos]

Summary

Error barely remember that Reaper loves coffee the most. Even his usual morning breakfast..

..He don't know why though.

Shoving the story under the cut

A loud yawn echoed through the hallways as the sun's brilliant rays shone right into the never-changing corridors. The blue tinted windows casting an enchanting view resembling that of an ocean wave.

Even with such a beautiful sight, the golden decor adorning the surrounding which would bring an look of awe on one's face.

The being of Death, hell's incarnation and ruler of all that treads between the limbo of life and death. Forever entrapped in an inescapable slumber — Reaper, had no traces of emotions within his empty sockets.

Gaze landing on the once beautiful details to the interior, it only aches his soul to see them. Everything here reminded him of the very person he lost.

Someone so close, yet so far.

His lover, stars. His beloved angel.

How did things turn out this way?

Why is everything like this? How did he lose G—

A throbbing ache at the front of his skill snapped Realer right out of his thoughts, steps fumbling as he staggered. Slamming a hand right onto the nearby pillar to stabilize himself.

These daily headaches were starting to get unbearable, the more he tried to think. The more his body rejected it. Likely a cooping mechanism to protect him from the truth he's unwilling to see.

There's something.. —

No ��

No there isn't.

Ugh, he needs his coffee..

Perhaps he could down the whole pot this time, it does sound tempting to rid the needless pain that won't leave

Using what little strength he has, Reaper pushed himself off the pillar and dragged both feet straight towards the kitchen. Silently debating how much coffee powder he should add to the kettle of water.

..That or he's probably just going to chew on said coffee powder while waiting for the water to heat up. It'd take a long while that's for sure.

“You're late.” That very voice and tone made him pause, having to do a second take to ensure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

He could've sworn he saw him –

Only to blink once the person speaking – practically scowl in absolute displeasure at the sudden pause

“Are you j2st going to stand th3re like an id1ot?!” 

Oh.

That wasn't who he thought, yet at the same time it feel like the other finally had some recollection of his past demeanor, if only for a second.

Error, the way he's behaving ..

It would've made Resort choke up and go right in for a hug, if he weren't aware of the fear of touch. That forsaken Haphephobia.

“..Yes..?” Reaper could do nothing but mumble, feeling strings wrap itself around his wrists as he's pulled right over towards the kitchen's island. 

“S1t.” And so the god obeyed, he could never find it in himself to disregard the words of someone he loved – no, love – he still adore him to the moon and back even if everything have changed.

No matter how much his beloved turns out, Reaper will always love him. If not for who he used to be, then who he currently is now. Adapting and moving with the tide of changes isn't uncommon for him.

“Dr1nk.” Error pushed the cup that he had noticed Reaper always uses, one where the design had half a heart and wing.

The other half presumably gone, or maybe this is just how it was meant to be designed. Error wouldn't know, though it did make him feel iffy and standoffish whenever he saw them. Like something was wrong, a missing puzzle.

“What is–” Reaper begun then shut himself up as soon as the familiar scent of coffee hits him. Done in the way he remembers and truly loved – a smell he can't replicate whatsoever. No matter the countless attempts and desperation. To the point he simply abandoned the fruitless attempts, discarding it all.

“Coff—” Before he could finish his comment, Error shuts him. Cutting right into the words midway, “Sh5t up a4d drink!” 

“G3ez, you talk t9o much! This is y0ur favourit3, 1s it not?”  Error's voice, it wasn't stable. A sign that he'd be freaking out and having a mental breakdown, if this had been the usual.

By no means do Reaper understand a single thing. He just knows that Error is pushing through the static pain, and the burning coldness of the glitches hindering him. Complaints he knows far too well, with the time they spent together

This was odd.

It's like time had rewind, to some extent. As if everything returned to the mornings that he missed dearly

“H3r3.” With that, comes a simple plate of waffles. The sight of blueberry jam, mixed with slices of strawberries.

The combination is ridiculous, especially with the fact that this is to be eaten with a cup of fragment, strong caffeine. Yet it isn't something Reaper loathed. 

No.

This was actually his favourite.

“.. Reap3r?” Error called out with a frown visible on his face, sockets narrowing under the red glasses he had. Circular frames adorning his look and bringing attention to his beautiful mismatched eyelights.

“Huh?” The deathly being didn't even understand why the glitchy one had such a expression on his face. Concern evident within the very eyes that he could spend hours staring into.

Why is he looking at him like that?

To his surprise, Error reached a hand out towards him. Yet he didn't flinch, even as he felt the cold, boney hand rest itself on his cheek hesitantly.

Error visibly grimacing at the physical contact, however he shoved that aside and brushed a finger over Reaper's eyesocket. Wiping away tears that had welled up within the rims and were threatening to spill.

Ah. So that's why..

“Sor—” 

“D0n’t.” Error's demand was snappy, like there's an intangible frustration within that he can't discern.

“J4st d0n't, you're alw8ys l1ke this. I d0n't get 1t, but just s5ut up for onc3.”

There's silence as Reaper obliged, keeping himself shut with no protests whatsoever. Instinctively leaning his head into the cooling touch, closing both eyes and letting himself fall into a sense of comfort. Even if it won't last forever.

“..Y0u're f1ne w1th me. I.. won't h4rt y0u”

That much reassurance was soothing to ease Reaper’s nerves, well.. it isn't like he'd mind if Error did want to hurt him. Though the chances of it is unlikely. Far too little.

Oh well..

This is.. fine. For now.

[judgemark45]

The U.S. Navy aircraft carrier USS Independence (CVA-62) photographed in April 1959, during her shakedown cruise.

Planes on deck include the following types from Carrier Air Group 7 (CVG-7): Douglas A3D "Skywarrior" (including BuNo 135420, an A3D-1), Heavy Attack Squadron VAH-1 Smokin' Tigers; Douglas A4D-2 "Skyhawk" (including BuNos 142708 and 142712), Attack Squadron VA-86 Sidewiders; McDonnell F3H-2 "Demon" (including BuNos 143434, 143447, 143448 and 143474), Fighter Squadron VF-41 Black Aces; Vought F8U-1 "Crusader" (including BuNos 145386 and 145429), VF-11 Red Rippers. Note paint pattern on the carrier's landing path.

[dangerousthingobservation]

A4D-1 (aka A-4A) "lean, mean fightin' machine" days...before all the humps 'n bumps.

[uglygrievous]

family photo :3

[accursedkaleeshi]

It's him! The worst droid

Build Your Own R2-D2 20 (Canon)

"Star Wars: Build Your Own R2-D2 20″ is the twentieth issue of the Canon reference magazine titled Star Wars: Build Your Own R2-D2, published by De Agostini and released on May 2017.

[alchemy4dummies]

more forest work + maximillian, a failed magician.

[squidedibles]

here you go my dragon (and alterhuman) friends, angel4angel, demon4demon, and angel4demon/demon4angel!

A4A: a flag for angel otherkin who date other angels for comfort!

D4D: a flag for demon otherkin who date other demons for comfort!

A4D/D4A: a flag for demon/angel otherkins who date angel/demons for comfort and the angel and demon dynamic!

> look at rentry before interacting

[usafphantom2]

A U.S. Navy Douglas A4D-2 Skyhawk from Attack Squadron VA-72 Hawks being launched from the aircraft carrier USS Franklin D. Roosevelt in May 1959. (Glenn Muzzy, USN)

@kadonkey via X

[sylfvr]

Dedicated to the Ice Caverns not far from the peaceful village of Dali. Inspired by a couple of mornings of frozen silence and halted time. To the blackberry bush outside my window which looks so pristine clad in white. To the mellifluous winter winds. To my friends and family. To the community. Thank you.

The cover art is a digital collage made of:

pdimagearchive.org/images/b656ed61-4a1b-4ec8-a4de-bd1f08e6fa70/ pdimagearchive.org/images/879c0c34-1018-4e76-bb9e-e34fb77ed0ea/

The logo's font is traced from the font visible on the cover of Old French Fairytales, illustrated by Virginia Frances Sterrett (1920) publicdomainreview.org/collection/old-french-fairytales-illustrated-by-virginia-frances-sterrett-1920/

The frame was made by myself.

I recommend listening to this album either at night or as the sun is slowly rising during winter.