#sorry i was sleeping

[yuri-the-bat]

*she blocks sword with one of her pistols, the axe digs into her shoulder and nearly severs it from her body*

*slow-walking towards you, all weapons holstered but still attached to her person*

What the hell do you want.

*She draws one of her longswords with one hand, holding it by her hip*

[sylveeupdates]

sylvee replied to 5up’s tweet 🥰🥰

[overtlyonyx]

🔴—🔴

hii

[the-liminal-alien]

*yawn*

-kopi

🍋

[johnnyhasanigloo]

GRIPS YOU hey do you have a fallout oc of any kind. bats eyelashes

I do :))

I actually have like a few but I'll just talk about one of my favorite ones

His name is Constantine, and he's a ghoul who has been around for about 70 years (so like from sometime between the time period of fallout and fallout 2 since in my brain prison its taking place around fnv and fallout 4) and lives in the mojave and mojave adjacent areas

He sorta just started microdosing on radiation (radicalism showed up in my autocorrect and it is not wrong) because he'd hook up with priests and historians who were tripping on the amount of radiation they exposed themselves to, as a historian himself, it was mostly just to steal their books for his own library and books he'd want to write, he's not really a romantic but loves a good time especially when he can feel his kleptomania

He's mostly stationary in the outskirts small towns except when he's traveling to different storage containers where he keeps all his books, journals, histories, etc. The different containers are organized between dates, languages, and genre

His separation from the small towns and way he just dissappear sometimes inspires ghost stories of a lonely man who died a long time ago (among other variations) and he loves that

If the courier or survivor interact with him, he'll ask them to bring back burnt books, theres also an option to bring him pre-war clothes

Since this is getting a little long I'm gonna put some sample dialogue now but like there's so much in my brain about Constantine

Dialogue---

> If you bring back burnt books

"They aren't trash- theyre rich with the words of super dead people. You might not be able to read them but I have some fucking class."

> If you ask him if he believes in God.

"What the fuck else is there to do? Half my skin is in the dirt or in a priest and I'd doubt that would happen if I didn't at least humor the idea."

> If you have notes and journals in your inventory

"Handsom, stupid, and a habit of taking souvenirs? You might be just my type."

> If you bring him pre-war clothes

"A new outfit? How'd you know fashion history was my first love?"

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

trick or treat!

I know I'm a bit late, but treat definitely!

*Hatt gives you a lot of rabbit shaped chocolate*

[noir-ish-bee]

Sam anr max ash

looks at you with my really big eyes

[meatcute]

oh lemme do the rb meme from people who commented on me

[deityofhearts]

consider sending me $10 before adding an unnecessary comment on my post

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

[lieutenantbiscute]

You are okay if send a hello dm?? ><' -peach

Yeah go for it! I’m A-Ok with DMs!!

[teaboot]

On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.

I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.

It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.

I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.

My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.

Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.

It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.

I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".

Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.

"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.

Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.

It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.

[canonkiller]

so gaze upon this wretched thing and know that it is love

[tired-and-swaggy]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Where the nightmares began in FNAF 4..