#thats comparable to a speck of dust and be like

[xenomorphicdna]

On the string propaganda

Heeellll yeah

Bestie is an entire PLACE

I look at those guys and let me tell you the soul of that thing ain't just in the puppet, it's in all the neurons carrying the thoughts and emotions, it's in the power rails that serve as the heart. All the memories in the memory conflux and all the numbers we see flicker across displays, the flux condensers, the puppet; a little avatar.

No way these massive machines see life the same way we do. They have their own experiences and senses and things they hold dear. A world we can't imagine, a way of living we couldn't even comprehend.

I could never tear an iterator apart to be just a puppet. Who am I to decide how's life supposed to be enjoyed or perceived?

You treat your creechurs however you want- I ain't gonna dictate that. But damn, hearing the thrums and buzzes of the linear systems rail? They are alive with so much power, these mechanical beasts are exactly what they should be.

[mojaves]

🎶 💯🍎 + both alex & ryan xx

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

answered for alex here [:

i love questions like this bc sometimes i have a very specific answer and other times it's just. they listen to whatever whenever. which is very true for ryan she has 5786758476 playlists and cycles through them all constantly. she doesnt care what genre the song is as long as it sounds good it is getting stuck in her brain for the next week

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

alex can play the bass guitar and a little bit of piano [: he was teaching himself piano a little before he died and then. never really picked it up again afterwards,, he wandered off into the woods once and was there for 20 minutes but emerged 3 years later and also dead. dont even worry about it. and he is left handed [:

ryan knows how to skateboard + she has always wanted to marry t*ny hawk despite being a lesbian. thats Her guy. she used to hunt ghosts w her brother growing up. and by 'hunt ghosts' i mean they would just bring cameras into a dark room and scream when they saw a speck of dust. she makes all her own jewellery and a Lot of it is frog related. she just loves frogs. so much.

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

this is a question i will have a solid answer for in like 20 years KJHFJHSDGJH all i know for Sure is that alex was born in new jersey, and since dying has moved across the country. not entirely settled on what state the story takes place in yet but it's where ryan lives [: and she lives just a few towns over from her childhood home. she Loves the area and doesn't want to leave, compared to alex who BOUNCED the second he got the opportunity.

[vinylhazza]

hi lovely, i have ur post notifs on so thats why i am responding to ur last post so fast 😅 what kind of self image issues have u been having? wondering what other people are thinking about u? or u just dont like urself? obviously u don’t have to answer this if it is too personal but i have been where u are way to many times. something that i needed to realize is no body looks are ur own body as much as u do. i promise that no body notices the minute changes that u see. everybody else is so worried about what people think of them that they don’t have time to think about other people. and anybody that has enough time in their day are seriously the ones with a problem. cmon dude like, read? write? dance? take a shower? find a hobby. but like seriously. take this analogy - let’s say u cleaned ur entire house. got down on ur damn knees and scrubbed, vacuumed, made sure that there was not even one speck of dust. then, ur parent comes home and says “u didn’t clean the windows like i asked!” they just completely disregarded all the other work u did because of this one little thing. that is exactly what we do to our bodies everyday. they are the reason we can dance and listen to our favorite songs, eat our favorite foods, see our favorite people and what do we give them in return? we tell them they are ugly and unlovable. they do so much and all they want back is our love, which we can’t even give them. this goes for everyone reading this - later, look in the mirror and tell ur body how beautiful it is, how loved it is, and say thank u for everything it does for u. it may sound weird or stupid, but if u start to do it everyday, u will start to love ur body for everything that it is. how unique, beautiful, hard working it is. ur beautiful morgan, we all realize it, one day u will too.

- anon <3

you are absolutely amazing and i can’t believe this took me so long to answer and for that i am truly sorry. it’s just hard to believe some of those things when you’re so used to hating the skin you’re in. especially when you are constantly comparing yourself to other people.

i’ve tried to stop but it’s just hard not to feel ashamed of myself no matter what i do. thank you so much for your kind words it means so much to me. i will try to believe them and follow them the best that i can.

i had a really good week last week and i’m not sure this week will be the same but i’m really hoping so. i’m trying to remember that the best is yet to come and although i may not be where i wanna be, at least i’m somewhere and that’s more than some people can say.

[grapenamjams]

What I Love

Genre: Fluff !!

Characters: Muriel from the arcana and my apprentice Eliza

A/N: I really am in love with this fictional man huh?  

a little bit about my MC

Her name is Eliza (she/her. Female.) She is 5′2 has brown wavy hair, brown eyes (with specks of green) she also has adorable freckles across her nose. lastly she has a artic fox, named Nell as a familiar who is enchanted to keep cold during the summer and whenever Nell walks she leaves behind snow prints on the ground (think of what Olaf from frozen has lol)

The fire dwelling in the hearth covered the inside of the hut in a orange tone. Making the shadows that were brought out by the flickering heat dance against the walls. The warmth produced by it made its way through the air landing on Eliza’s and Muriel’s skin.

They sat at their usual spot on the floor in front of the fire, the pops and cracks of the wood ever so slowly calming Eliza’s usually racing mind. She rested her back against Muriel’s broad chest, his arms going around her waist. He placed his chin on top of her head gently, closing his eyes, taking in a breath letting her comforting scent come over him.

Eliza’s body started to unwind from the days work as she gently moved her fingers up and down Muriel’s arm mindlessly. After a moment he slackened his hold on her letting Eliza be able to take ahold of his hands and place them on her lap. She glides her fingers down his forearms to his palms settling her hand there, she looks down at their joined hands and smiles at how his large ones make hers look tiny. Muriel peeks from above her and feels a flutter in his stomach as he sees her small hands in his palms reminding him again how tiny she really is compared to him, Muriel curls his fingers inward making Eliza let out a small laugh as his hands squeeze hers.

Eliza brings his right hand forward towards her and resumes her previous motions. Gliding her fingers down his tan muscular forearm until she reaches his palm were she rubs the center with her thumbs, her fingers travel his rough hand to his own fingers where she touches the calloused skin, she plays with his fingers for a moment until she hears Muriel’s voice rumble through her. “What are you doing?”

She blushes realizing how weird it looks for her to be playing with his hands like this, but Eliza doesn't stop her movements. “Playing with your hands” she answers sheepishly. Muriel lets out a hum. “why?” He asks genuinely a bit confused as to why she had a interest with his hands. Eliza smiles at the puzzlement in his voice “it helps me relax” she turns his hand over and continues her light brushes against his skin.

In the fire light Eliza can make out small scars that cross over his hand and knuckles, She runs her thumb over each one. such tough hands that hold so much pained history but yet they are still able to make her feel like she is the most fragile thing in the world when he touches her. She hears Muriel scoff lightly “I wouldn’t describe my hands as relaxing.” Eliza shakes her head in disagreement “but they are,I love them” Muriel raises his head from where it was resting against her and breathes out a sigh. “You don’t know the things they’ve done. The way they made others feel In the past” He tries to pull his hands away from her but Eliza holds on to them.

She squeezes his hand and sighs, “I understand that I will not fully know all of the things you’ve done in the past, of what these hands did in the past but what I do know is what they do now, how they make me feel now” Eliza brings his large hand to her lips and gently kisses his knuckle. “they protect others” she kisses another knuckle “they work fiercely” another kiss “they don’t complain” and another “they make me feel secure and safe” she presses her lips against his wrist “they make me feel loved in every way” with that declaration Eliza leans a bit to the side to look up at Muriel and is meet with his eyes looking down at her, there’s a dust of pink on his cheeks and she feels her own cheeks warm.

His eyes search hers for a moment before he breaks eye contact looking down at their joined hands, wisps of orange dance across his handsome face. “Thats...i- How can you say those things out of the blue?” He mumbles, his mouth turning into a pout making Eliza let out a small laugh “it’s not out of the blue, it’s what I always think” she lets go of one of his hands to rest her own against his cheek. “There's more, you want to hear them?” Her voice quirking up in a playful tone. Seeing Muriel’s face redden but not objecting makes her smile and fill her stomach with butterflies.

Eliza trails her finger against his jaw “I love your jaw and your stubble, how it tickles when you rest it against my neck” she sees his eyes shift to the side still trying not to look at her Redding even more. Eliza lets out a chuckle “I love your hair” she moves her fingers up and through his dark locks “so soft, I love it when you let me play with it” she lowers her fingers again, cupping his cheek and gently turning his face to look at her once again. Eliza gazes up at him when turns his head, “I love your eyes” she touches the skin around his eye “I love their color, dark green and how they are filled with such emotion” she sees them widen slightly.

She then moves her fingers down once more “i love your lips” one finger goes over them before she subtly asks Muriel to bend his head down with a hand on his cheek, he follows her movement and Eliza presses her lips against his and smiles when he leans in for more. Pink coats her cheeks as she looks up at him when they part, having him this close always makes her mind a mess. “I love them” she glances at his mouth and then up to him again “well I guess I already showed why didn’t I?” She smiles slightly embarrassed. Muriel blushes and mumbles a “yeah” she doesn’t miss the small smile on his lips. She lets out a small laugh placing her hand against his chest “but I don’t only love the physical things about you I love the kindness in your heart, your intelligence, your humbleness, your humor” Muriel gives her a suspicious look when she says the last part making her giggle. Eliza pecks his nose “even your stubbornness I love” earning her a pout from him.

Eliza shifts her body around, as the crackle of the fire fills the small silence. Now with Her side pressed against his chest she could hear his heart beat, she hugs him hearing his heart quicken at her movements but gradually hears it settle when she Does. “I love” she continues, “how brave and hardworking you are. How genuine you are too, but mostly I love the loyalty you have for the people you care about”

Eliza looks up at Muriel who was still processing her words. Nobody had ever told him words like these ones before and although in the beginning it was uncomfortable at being complimented so much, he liked it , he liked knowing she saw these things in him and she didn’t see the monster he continuously saw himself as. maybe he could believe her words and start seeing those aspects she mentioned within himself for himself. He was still to shocked to say anything, he didn’t know what he could possibly say to her to make her understand how much he appreciated her words and how he felt the same about her and all her wonderful qualities too. He settled with resting his forehead against hers and wrapping her in his arms taking all of her in.

“I love you Muriel, inside and out I love everything that is you” he heard Eliza whisper to him closing her eyes, Muriel held her closer the warmth of their feelings for each other warming them more than the fire in front of them. “I love.” Pausing trying time get the right words out for her “your whole entire I love, Eliza” he whispered to her before placing his lips back against hers.

[stuffiwannaseeformyslef]

I saw your other ness head-canons on your art acc but do you have any other ones you haven’t already addressed? I really like your interpretation of him,, (you don’t have to if you don’t wanna ofc)

i have.... a whole lot... I can name a few (i assume you wanted just general headcanons? because i basically addressed most of the angst related ones in that long post hhd) but i really do have a whole lot, so if you want to hear more, i’ve probably got more i can elaborate on.. also! if you like my interpretation of nessie, i’ve been working on some fanfictions with my depictions of him hdh i’ve got a few appearance headcanons here as well! hope you don’t mind!  .he’s got freckles! i’ll drabble my hc of the twins here too, just for comparison. Ness has freckles all over in little spread out clumps, but they’re not that apparent, and only appear fully in harsh sunlight. compared to Ness, Lucas and Claus have fully apparent ones, but they have less, Claus having on his shoulders and from both cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, and lucas having only on the cheeks and shoulders. .I like to think Ness is either mute, or a kinda quiet kid. I think he’s generally closed regarding what he discloses to people. like.. I think he even doesn’t talk to his family about his issues. i always imagined him to just kinda cuddle up to his mom when he’s upset rather than ever speaking about it. i think Ness is kinda shy, but far from timid. i also think he’s quite expressive, but he doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, becoming much more still faced about tougher emotions until he eventually breaks after a week, month, or year of bottling and sobs his heart out (it was probably mere days for the adventure though, thats some scary shit). .I actually.. think Ness and Claus (assuming this is post game claus) would be fantastic friends, despite a lot of people feeling otherwise. sure, it’d take them a while, just like with lucas and Ness, but those two have lots in common, and i think they could really be good friends for eachother. .Ness is 148cm’s in mother 2, but grows to 157cm at 16 years old.. .I feel like Ness plays guitar to calm himself down sometimes, but he usually does it alone in his room when he knows no one is around. if he’s particularly feeling sensitive or emotional, he’ll sing to himself as quietly as he can possibly manage. he isn’t amazing at singing, but he’s not terrible, he’s got a good, average singing voice. (i feel though that lucas and ness singing together would sound amazing...) .Ness has little psi markings on his fingertips that only appear under multiple conditions. (i’d think every born-psychic would have their own unique psi markings on their fingertips that match their psi patterns/aura. though non-borns, aka people who had potential for psi, but weren’t born with it, don’t have the markings until they’re older). conditions for the marking’s appearance regarding ness (i think the conditions are also unique to each respective psi user) is: overly repressed feelings (makes him nauseous and his hands burn up badly from the inside, plus if it’s really really bad, i feel like his eyes glow too), big emotions, embarrassment, and of course, psi usage. .those kids in the treehouse are a little baseball club! and Ness is their coach, even though he doesn’t get called that or understands that that’s his role. the kids really love him, and follow him to school sometimes. .ness is actually a very physically affectionate person, but he is well aware of peoples boundaries to a degree that he actually comes off as someone who hates affection. (don’t remember if i touched on this before) .ness just. radiates heat. always warm,,, .i feel like ness doodles! he’s not a serious artist, but he makes cute little doodles that are pretty good! .Ness is a very good big bro, always making sure Tracy is doing okay, and can come to him for help or comfort. he’s happy to hangout with her too, whether it’s sports, tea parties, video games, or her wanting to put a million hair clips in his hair.  .more of a fun scenario then a headcanon, but I always thought that whole thing where Paula and Ness followed that woman into the hotel room, was actually initiated by Paula. just because you play as Ness, doesn’t mean that realistically, he always leads, or every person is talking to him specifically or vice versa. I think paula would’ve kept her eyes peeled through all of threed, looking extremely hard for any suspicious activity, while Ness so far has had almost no sleep because of his newfound responsibility of healing others, and just kinda hangs around the trash after paula searches every speck of dust for a few hours. then, paula see’s the girl thinking “wow that’s suspicious as fuck!” grabs ness’ wrist and tells him to run with her. he does, not knowing whats going on, and the next thing he knows they’re surrounded. belch was like: “haha pretty woman make protagonist go brrrr” but was surprised he lured the girl instead, I think it’s a funny twist to what most people think of the scenario is all. aight, thats all i can think of from my many many headcanons atm, hope that sufficed anon!

[zenochkak0lstuff]

Chest! I’m a tiny speck of dust compared to my giant of a boyfriend,,,

Sweaters since I’m primarily a bottom

Both seem fun depending on our mood

Leather, we ride around in a motorcycle so

How they tend to not over analyze and their directiveness??? (Is that a word???)

How my bf makes it! Earl gray with a balance of cream and milk which I never seem to be able to get

Like my women; if it isn’t sweet then no thanks! (But Boys tho hnnng)

R e d

I can drive an ATV and a motorcycle but uh not cars

I have a boyfriend

BASEBALL!!!

Somewhere in between neutral and neon

N OPE EW IT GIVES ME DYSPHORIA LAKSHDHDHSJFHLAL (But if other boys do that’s totally valid it’s just not for me)

Tallerrrrr if I were to be the sub

FOREHEAD KISSES (SO UNDERRATED WH)

Something subtle and elegant is nice

Going out for the afternoon then making dinner together and spending the night at one of our houses

CABIN GETAWAY IM CABINCORE

Alex Strangelove since it has animals (I LOVE ANIMALS?!?!) and bisexuality

Yes and No

Too many times

Sitting in someone’s because I’m a huge tease ;)

Cloth, metal gets very hot where I live

The first time I prepared a meal with my bf from the shopping to the plating

Right? Idk

Yes!!! Though marriage is still eh for me, it’s too,,, label-y

Nope but snakes and other reptiles are very much accepted (also dogs.)

Yep, tho it gets sweaty haha

I’m gay for you (really reminds me that I am a guy through and through despite my birth gender)

Waking up! The sheets are messy and I always wake up on his chest

r/niceguys and really overprotective/jealous types

Random kisses in public

D O G P A R K

little spoon *bottom energy intensifies*

Also,,, eyes

Anything he brings me is wonderful. Flowers aren’t normally our type tho, since it takes up space, attracts insects, etc,

Cheesy but hey I love cheese

Yes,,,, embarrassing

CONFIDENCE IS A BIG TURN ON BUT HE ALWAYS HAS A SHY SIDE AND THATS AN EVEN BIGGER TURN ON

Lucky strike by Troye Sivan

mlm asks!

I never see these so I decided to make one lol~

Do you like resting your head in a boys lap, or on his shoulder?

Sweaters or hoodies?

Netflix or clubbing on a Friday night?

Denim or leather jackets?

What’s your favorite thing about boys?

How do you like your tea?

How do you like your coffee?

Favorite fall color?

Can you drive?

Do you have a crush?

What’s your favorite sport?

Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?

Do you wear makeup?

Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?

Do you prefer hand kisses, or nose kisses?

What’s your favorite cologne smell?

Ideal date?

What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?

What’s your favorite mlm movie?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Have you ever been in love?

Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?

Metal or cloth bracelets?

What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?

Do you tilt your head to the left or right when you kiss?

Would you like to take his last name when you marry?

Do you want kids?

Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?

What’s a compliment you’d love to receive from a boy?

What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?

Any turn offs?

What makes you blush?

Coffee shop or dog park date?

Big spoon or little spoon?

What first catches your eye?

Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?

Do you think matching couple outfits are cute or cheesy?

Have you ever asked a boy out?

Which is cuter, him being confident, or shy?

What’s one of your fave love songs?

[sapphicshearts]

i fuckin. LOVE space dude. its just so vast. and dark, i can’t even begin to comprehend how big it is. and we have. fucking BILLIONS upon billions of these balls of gas that just float around and radiate light until they explode. it can take hundreds of years for us to see the death of a star, because space is so fucking huge. there are so many planets and they all have their own ecosystem or lack thereof. some get rainstorms of glass or acid, somes atmosphere is filled with gases that we would die from. some dont even have atmospheres. they could be made from materials no one would ever find on earth, and we dont even fucking know. we dont know shit about space. we dont know if there are other lifeforms out there, what they could look like, or be made of, if they’ve discovered space travel or ever even wondered if there are others out there like them. does space even have an end? could it just go on forever? forever is a long, long time. none of us will ever, ever see everything of space. i dont think humankind ever will. we’re so, so small, and so very insignificant compared to space. compared to the everstretching vastness of space, we’re simply a speck of dust, there for a moment, and then gone. but the stars, and the planets, and nebulas and systems out there will continue to exist, for hundreds or thousands or millions of years, uninterrupted, unperturbed by the things the silly lifeforms on this one, single planet gets up to. everything in the universe has, is, and will always be, regardless of what happens. and i think thats the beauty of it all. no matter what happens in our short lives, the universe will always be. changing, but still the same.

i fucking love space.