#}Non RP

[gebbys-pokeblog-library]

picrew of one of my ocs (link below)

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[ask-kallem-and-co]

Don’t know if I’ve already shared this but have some side order kallem and Hana (Kal wanted to help with the project but since he’s only like 11 by the time splat 3 and side order hits Marina made him a drone like Pearl so he can be safe but still feel helpful to his big sister)

He has no concept of the fact that the AI are not friendly and are not in fact playing tag with him but that doesn’t stop him from trying and giving Hana multiple heart attacks in the process.

Also he and Smollusk become playmates after a while because Kal likes to hang out with the lil guy and lets him sit on his head while he flies around.

[nan0-sp1der]

003B1U calls for her.

At dawn when she basks in the sun-lit lobbies of the facility, it calls.

In the afternoons when she patrols the corridors, makes fleeting small-talk, phases in and out of passing moments between quickly fading faces, it calls.

At dusk when all is still, all is silent, when everyone has long since gone home and she still lingers in that stillness, it calls.

It hangs between the bits that flip in her memory, in the contacts that her hardware communicates and resonates through, in the hydraulic fluid that courses through her frame and keeps her cold to the touch. A memory that refuses to be re-written at all costs.

The calls of that flame-scorched, desolate planet she once called home have forever since echoed in her memory, and by all means did it intend to stay for all those years that she left it to its devices. Intent on reminding her of the cadavers decorating the shattered pods in that bunker. Of the kin she failed to convince. Of their stains on her hands that never left her vision.

What was she to do? The operation was doomed from the very beginning. Provided with a singular tanker with only a couple thousand gallons of water, she was somehow meant to make that last a lifetime. Should she have figured a way of changing the weather as well? To simply ignore the Sun that beat upon the surface of the Earth, to somehow seal the accursed ozone layer? Foolish. It was all so foolish to assume some measly plant life would have been the sole catalyst of life on a planet whose surface had turned to silicone, to glass, carbonized and practically averse to the moisture needed to harbor any kind of hospitable environment. What, then, was she meant to do, after it all shriveled up and became one with the dunes and picked up the wind?

Perhaps that crooked reflection was right back then. The figure bore of her own mass that took half of her with it when it came into existence, bursting from her rib, borne of her corrupted software. It was all for naught. Just another attempt by the human race to save face and assure that their existence on the soil they so righteously called theirs would carry on— even beyond the whims of harsh rays, blooming plasma and the indiscriminate wrath of Nature herself. To defy the data they themselves confidently concluded would mark the coming of a raging storm and the end of mankind as they knew it.

So why does she carry on as she does? What is this promise she clings onto, tied to the chipped artifact that she kept hidden in the right breast of her coat? Glass whose cracks were stained with ichor, blood she allowed to be spilled. 

Repentance. 

Yes. This is what this is. 

The promise she disguised as the responsibility she had of keeping humankind safe was none more than an attempt to validate her continued existence–her sustained function beyond her intended purpose as a means of denying herself a graceful degradation. 

She made a promise. A promise to someone who has been gone for decades, now,long since they were made one with the Earth, but it was a promise nonetheless. It extends beyond the basic task of ensuring the safety of others. Perseverance. Against all odds, no matter how she stumbled, she must keep moving. Carry the legacy with her when all else was left to ash and none were left to tell the tale. Endure, prevail, and by God, never forget who you are beyond your hardware, how she raised you. Raised, as a child would be, as a human. From that chamber wherein your atoms arranged themselves as they felt best. From that bunker that they molded your psyche. In that garden that showed you promise for the future. Perhaps it was melodramatic to insist she had a soul–a ghost of a consciousness bundled in with the algorithms and code that moved her along. But, it was what she was made to believe. Perhaps. There was no need to deny herself the capacity to present empathy. Beyond her existence as a machine, her responsibility was more than a mere task. It was simply something she felt she had to do. For the greater good. Because she promised she would.

Bridge stared out of that window in the lobby, yet another morning. From out that quiet pocket of the universe, 003B1U called to her as she replenished her energy reserves in preparation for the day, the photons she bathed in converting to electricity. The words strung themselves in the currents that rippled through the wires that were her veins.

Remember our promise, Bridge.

[muses-inn]

Okay, since we're venting tonight and I have been already angry all day anyway, let me get a thing off my chest too before I go sleep. But let me also preface this with 1. I'm angry and tired and 2. I love all my mutuals who I see constantly react to my posts and also talk ooc to 💜

Alright. Why is it so much to ask to simply like your mutuals' hc posts and meme replies nowadays?? It isn't rocket science to like a post. It takes LITERALLY no time, work or brain power to do that. You see your mutual post a Headcanon? Aesthetic? Drabble? Replying to your sent meme? You like that post. It's not hard to do and your mutual won't just feel like invisible waste of space if their stuff goes by without notes.

Entitled shitheads have been spreading the absolute nonsense that likes are worthless and only comments matter. But likes DO matter. A like is always better than just NOTHING, and that's not rocket science either. You're happy when your posts get acknowledged too, don't you??

Please love and care for your mutuals. Make them feel seen, even if you don't have the time or energy to read their post right away. Just hit that darn ♡ button, or reply with a 💜 instead if you 'don't want to clutter your likes'. It takes only seconds to do either of that and you can ALWAYS go back later to read the post if you couldn't right away.

Look, I am done wasting time and energy on people giving me nothing, to be honest. I see you interact with me through likes and memes? I'll do the same. And just so you know, I DO open the blogs of close mutuals and check their posts separately when I don't want to be too much on the dash otherwise. But I won't chase after ppl not giving me anything back. Yes, RP is a hobby, but it is also a hobby you do with other people on this site.

[technodromes]

A Independent Canon-Divergent TMNT Multimuse I interact with mutuals only and am heavily selective. But like/reblog this promo if you're interested in interacting and I'll check you out. Just make sure to read my rules and check my muses first to see if your blog & muses mesh with mine.

rules - muses - interest checker - ask - carrd

[mann-batt]

NON-DAILY POST

Free palestine,fuck isreal fuck those sick bastards who are harming the innocent. Protest as much as you can: repost,retweet,share,boycott and do anything you can to bring awarness to the current genocide in palestine

[daily-ice-finn-brainrot]

Small hiatus, im not gonna be in my house so the posts wilk be back tomorrow ty

[dragontamer05]

New ask game what FC/face claim would you give Me.

This is all in good fun so you can be as serious or jokey with it as you want.

[menzoberranzanprincess]

Send me a ♪ (or just type music!) for a song I think would fit Minthara and your character (Ocs and canons). Non rp blogs welcome just give me some details about your character/the character Bonus: Include relationship type (Platonic, Rivals, Romantic etc) for something more specific.

[riseleon]

Hey, idk if I just didn’t find it or something, but did your foodie oc Raspberry ever get colored? I couldn’t find a helpful tag jfjfn

*sobbing*

No I need to also fix raspberry and strawberry-

[robcosposts]

I’m having a great day by the way

[p1nnypluggy]

PENNY DESIGN

ooc/hi hi yes its me mozz i decided to post this here for penny design (im still working on lore tho) there will be some changes to penny if something happens to her and her besty bestie^^ (aka Chocoette or the Hot chocolate + still working on her design)

This will be her hashtag + Chocoette tag tag : #PENNY #CHOCOETTE

Anyways byee

[gebbys-pokeblog-library]

I just want to make you aware, for as many people as there are who genuinely need our help in Gaza, there seems to be a wave of bad actors filling peoples inbox with pleas for help and money lately. I don't have any followers but my accounts been getting a bunch of asks about gofund me's from multiple different accounts that look real at a glance but all have very similar stories about deleted accounts. Just be careful and make sure you're verifying these individuals are who they say they are <3

oh shit aight gotcha

[muses-inn]

National Black Cat Day. We celebrate old man Bolin today.

[technodromes]

Munday? Wdym? It's Bolinday.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

How long has he been waiting? Rose does not know. Rose doesn't think he ever will. He hums the same melody he remembers being sung to him. Sitting on the floor, leaning miserably against the glass door of his cabin as it faces the sea, watching the waves pass by.

Rose's own hands ghost over his shoulders.

Rose barely remembers his voice, his face. Rose never even got to see him face to face. Never got to hold him and tell him, right into his face, how much he loved him.

As his face blurs, distant and so very fall away, Rose has nothing left in him but a whole sea worth of tears to weep.