#bolides

[sentient-rift]

"Uh... I need to lay down for a bit...

"Oh, and congratulations, Princess. You did great..."

[kingbcwser]

"bowser, dear -- where are the biscuits for the tea? someone moved them from the usual cupboards and i'm trying to serve everyone." peach's almost TOO casual about this -- like SHE'S the lady in charge of the castle, and not, you know. kidnapped.

             “Hmm... If I remember correctly now, I guess they moved to the one by the kitchen or something.” .... Bowser was, suspiciously, way too casual about Peach freely roaming in his castle.

[curseofbreadbear]

@bolides ❤’d! ( cassie for lizzie! )

❝ Did I hear you say that this is victory? ❞

[royalreef]

andromeda got a miranda bingo lfg

Bingo card - Accepting

No, no, she's, for sure, removing the ability to kill her. She already knows that's not happening. Sure, Miranda won't say how she knows that's not about to happen, but the point is that it's not and the specifics hardly matter.

....... Which is exactly the same reason she's removing Bellanda's square as well. Again, don't worry about it. It's fine.

[trapton]

🔧 @bolides (𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛)

𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. the diner was... suffering, but they continued to keep the doors open. no thanks to william, who's costume reeks of stale, burnt out cigarettes. he's lucky he's been able to keep his alcohol habits out of his working hours. of course, henry had taken over operations, to allow william some... 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎. the suits, and his boy. though none such time had been taken. his comfort was cold, sitting in front of the television without need for his, while the afton patriarch had nothing but his daughter to make him happy. it had become his job in itself to take care of her and -- his eldest, as their mother was largely unable. the elder of the two stealing the solitude of his shoddy office, while his daughter did her best to keep herself entertained. it would be easier at the other location, but no matter.

he's outside staring at nothing, with a cigarette passing idly from fingers to lips. blinking, and frowning. 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢… he hears the chime of the door, and a pinch of his brows makes a subtle wince with fluttering blinks. head turning, whilst the headless golden bunny scowls towards his employee. "the performance doesn't start for another twenty minutes." he says harshly. "what do you want?"

[fstbmp-a]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

tagged by @bolides

tagging: begins ominously approaching the screen

favourite colour(s): dark reds and purples, bright pinks and blues. no in between.

favourite flavour(s): spicy.

favourite genre(s): that's a good question. i adore horror and fiction but sometimes you just need that slice of life, too.

favourite music: do y' like jazz? (i like too much music but i always come back to jazz)

favourite movie(s): you're putting me on the spot... i'm so bad at these. the thing (1982) is hard to top.

favourite series: uh... hm... uh... [looks at my blog, back to you, shrugs]. it changes too much.

last song: non-stop debate - heat up by hayden graves (i know it's a dan/gan ro//npa fangame song but it slaps okay)

last series: wednesday

last movie: that new puss in boots hot damn

currently reading: me looking between the anita blake books, the locked tomb books, and star wars: ronin book: help me

currently watching: whatever youtube shoves down my throat

currently working on: so many drafts and drabbles across my blogs send help oh god

[musemelodies]

AYEEEEE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

THANK YOU VERY MUCH! ;-;

[cxffeeshxp]

@bolides

"hey, i resent that! ...i'm like, a-a jester, i think? NOT a clown." thanks pomni.

{{ L }} " Whatever floats your clown shoes, kid. "

[poorinnocentguiguitab]

#islederé #blue #colors #sea #sand #bolides #beach #february #mood (à La Couarde-sur-Mer) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFnjpFNnTEZvWctMX7PHEMk8VbQOPRHtkBWOs0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[diffxrentwxrlds]

@bolides replied with:

thats TRUE sigma behavior

Truuuuue.

[inkmchine]

ok then why does alice call you kitten 🤨

❝ I have the right ta not answer this. ❞ he will not embarrass himself any further, thank you very much.

[royalreef]

The muscles over Miranda's back tense, ripple, tighten against each other. She still just has the same sheer gown she was wearing when she was brought here, so there's very little to hide it, the tension, the jutting of her ribcage against her scales. It feels wrong, in some degree, which must mean that it's correct. Miranda is sure this is correct. Her mind isn't working quite like it should — the pain always ensures so, thoughts coming in congealed dollops that drip down all at once, leaving vast expanses where she can process very little at all beyond the hurt, and the thoughts that do occur cramped by sheer proximity to all the others.

But it's supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel wrong, and tainted, and for things to feel dislodged and rotating freely as she tries to come to terms with what has occurred. After all, towers and dragons were all instances of pain, beacons of hurt too. It had to hurt. She had to be possessed, had to be the kind of object that someone would leave in the dark and wouldn't let the rest of the world touch. She had to be taken, and she had to be owned. These were the rules for how it had to go, what had to be done to her body, and it was the only way to ensure her True Love would appear. That it would be over, that all the pain — all of it! — would vanish away forever.

Which made her feel very strange, accepting the hot pad. When the pain was supposed to be present, wasn't the old ghost just another part of that? Shouldn't she have been grateful for the strain, for the agony that had grown steadily over the past few years, for the way her back popped and her body protested under her own weight? Didn't this make it better, more true, more accurate to what she sought? Wouldn't her hero surely come, save her from this as well?

But the animal part of her mind protested. That was the stubborn thing, after all, that it was hard to bear so much pain all the time, that she couldn't find a way to comfortably settle into it. It was hard not to buckle against it, to squirm, to feel the vestiges of something like survival instinct demand that she run from whatever was hurting her so badly. She should have been better at tolerating it. How many days had this flareup lasted so far? Even beyond her experience, shouldn't that have been enough to make it tolerable, make her used to it by now?

Miranda crossed her arms over her chest so that she could grab at the edge of the hot pad at the opposing shoulder, pulling it gently down onto herself. Already the warmth was starting to spread, subtle at first, rising against the ridge of her spine, the tall processes over her back. Maybe later she'd have to ask about what kind of flower it was, as it reminded her vaguely of the chemical methods of warming back home, the way such reactions could be carefully tended to produce self-heating objects.

"Thank you," she says, and she does not pick out the lie. Miranda would be the last person to do so, after all. More than anyone else, she knows the great pleasure of possessing something she could curl up into. "I hope I do not trouble you. I understand this is all of rather... short notice."

@royalreef said: She whines, pressing the sound close against the roof of her mouth, feeling ashamed for a hot moment for capturing Peach's attention in such a way. It's... improper. It's unsettling. It, also, hurts quite a lot, and Miranda keeps shifting around that, trying to push it down into one way of understanding or the other. It's not helping either. "Would you... Do you happen to have a hot pad in here?"

she won't lie -- the sound startles peach awake, and an undignified EEP slips from rosy lips as she jolts from her (admittedly light) slumber. as her eyes land on miranda, however, her expression softens immeasurably -- she had seen just how miserable the other princess had been this entire time, either laying limply or weakly writhing in pain. it was quite the tug on the heartstrings, to put it lightly.

"oh, you poor dear... of course, of course!" a gentle hand brushes the other's forehead and she gets swiftly to her feet, shuffling around the room, filing through drawers, until finally she emerges with a rather large (though, when compared to miranda... not so much), soft pad, and a fire flower.

carefully, she places the flower (a young, fresh bud, clearly picked within the last day) within the pad, waits a few moments, then drapes it over miranda's shoulders as best as she can.

"there, dear; give it a few minutes and it'll really get warm, and it should help. bows.... uhm... i use it quite a lot." mind you, the pad would probably envelope her whole body. she's not good at lying.

[kingbcwser]

             Welp, time to do a little murdering on whoever decided threatening to kill Peach was a good idea I suppose!

[curseofbreadbear]

HALLOWEEN-THEMED FNAF STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @bolides

bolides asked: ❝ Don't be scared. I am here with you. ❞ some comforting big brother james for elizabeth perhaps? <:) ghosties gotta stick together

[Elizabeth perked up at that familiar voice; it had been ages since she'd spent time with her spiritual older brother, between his "disappearance" in 1983 and her own bittersweet death several years later. She'd been incredibly small then -- she didn't understand the fate that had befallen him, not until now, when she'd reunited the puppet animatronic from her youth.]

[Her spirit was far-gone, and had been for quite some time; she was practically an extension of her father's murderous spirit, desperate to impress, desperate to be loved. And still, despite everything...she leapt at the opportunity to speak to James. This was still her "brother," wasn't it?]

[It sounded like he remembered her. After all this time, he still wanted to comfort her and assure her that it was okay. Luckily, she was far past that point -- her death was one that she'd long forgotten, her relationship with her vessel symbiotic in its entirety. She wasn't scared. She'd nestled comfortably in her clown-like shell, facing every obstacle with her idol, AS her idol. She was happy, even during all of the painfully sad times, when both of them felt horribly alone and abandoned. At least they had each other, though they were so alike that they sometimes forgot that.]

❝ Don't worry. I'm not scared. ❞ [Elizabeth's voice overtook the animatronic's voice box, eager to communicate. She'd been little when James was still around, but perhaps that was why she trusted him so dearly, even after all of the heartache that she and Baby had endured.] ❝ I'm so happy to see you again! I missed you. ❞

[royalreef]

@bolides​ replied to your post:

THIS HOT PINK BITCH WAS NAMED BREAKFAST!!! 

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ferrari F50 Bolide, 1996, by Pininfarina. A project for the Sultan of Brunei to create a bespoke series of 6 cars that would be a track-focused evolution of the F50. The cars were to be powered by a V10 engine derived from Ferrari’s Formula 1 programme. A source suggests that one car was built using the F50's 4.7 litre V12 and is in the hands of a collector but other sources say that only the full-scale fibreglass model (pictured) exists.