i feel like everyone has kind of a “safe” album tht like always makes u feel better even when ur super super upset n im curious so rb this and put urs in the tags mine are ultraviolence by lana del rey and use your illusion II by gnr
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He was not here of his own volition, but Sung’s.
The empath had told them to go and make friendly with the locals now that they had landed. Up the public image, all that jazz (Sung’s words, not Havve’s, never Havve’s.) And sure- that was fine for Phobos and Meouch, but Havve wasn’t known as the “murder bot” of the band for nothing. Already everyone was keeping their distance, eyes wary.
Except for one.
Someone was watching him insistently, unapologetically. He could feel it. The ‘bot turned with a loud groaning of metal, curious as to who, or what, it was.
There was a saying that bravery and stupidity were the same thing when you got down to it. A lot of people pegged Nocome for either brave or stupid or both. Occasionally, those were fitting descriptors but most of the time, she was just curious and determined. That was why she was still standing there, too close.
She had to know.
“Hi? Uh, aaniin. That’s another way of saying hi,” she said, realizing immediately she was talking too fast. “Oh boy. I’m not tryin’ to bug you or anything. Just, y’know, being polite…?”
That was another way of saying ‘please don’t kill me’.
Havve’s eyes flickered with amusement, but it would probably look like a threat to anyone else. His follower was human shaped, small and piqued, soft spoken enough that he wasn’t immediately annoyed by her. The robot held up a finger at the stranger before digging into one of the many pouches lining his waist.
‘Hello’ he wrote out on a notepad in pen moments later. ‘Forgive me but I cannot speak.’
Oh! Havve! Sung suddenly babbled inside his head, distracting him. How’s the meet’n’greet going?
Later, Sung. Havve huffed internally before bringing his mental walls down.
The robot turned his attention back to the young girl, studying her. He played back her words in his feed as he did, stripping it down. Aaniin. Native American. Ojibwe? Yes, he was certain. They had traveled great swaths of Ontario over the years but all they had to show for it was Toronto slang and Sung’s halting French-Canadian, more for lyrics and flirtations rather than actual speech. Besides, maybe she had come from elsewhere. Gods, he was over processing this, wasn’t he?
He brought the pen to the paper once more. ‘May I help you?’
New phone who this
oh binch, oh binch? hello?
He was not here of his own volition, but Sung’s.
The empath had told them to go and make friendly with the locals now that they had landed. Up the public image, all that jazz (Sung’s words, not Havve’s, never Havve’s.) And sure- that was fine for Phobos and Meouch, but Havve wasn’t known as the “murder bot” of the band for nothing. Already everyone was keeping their distance, eyes wary.
Except for one.
Someone was watching him insistently, unapologetically. He could feel it. The ‘bot turned with a loud groaning of metal, curious as to who, or what, it was.
storiestotell replied to your post “guess who’s coming back with teewhurp muses m e”
;; i saw this coming ��
LISTEN if tumblr hadn’t terminated my account last night at 2 AM would we be here
WOULD WE?
guess who’s coming back with teewhurp muses
m e
anyways i kind of also wanna make this into a phobos centric blog
fucking TWRP blogs are being recc’d to me on my fucking rp page jeGUS
nvm i looked at my likes and like, it’s all just... twrp stuff.
fucking TWRP blogs are being recc’d to me on my fucking rp page jeGUS
I should probably make a post now that I’m here!!!
Hi all! Missed you! I’ve been writing fanfiction over at doc_boredom on AO3, following a certain space band all across the US, and I graduated from college and now live in Chicago
if any of y’all want to link up again im on discord! im always down to RP there!!!! and just talk !
doc boredom#9481
SO I KNOW ITS BEEN TEN YEARS BUT UH TUMBLR TERMINATED MY MAIN ACCOUNT SO IM JUST HERE FUMING NOW I GUESS
He feels like he’s going to be sick when he sees that grade. He should have known, should have actually used his brain for once. The ground could open up beneath him and swallow him at any moment, please.
“No.” His voice comes out ragged and he has to take a few deep breaths or he’s going to be sick for real. “MJ, please let me make this up. I just want to…” He trails off because he sees it. The way that tear curves into her fine nose, it glimmers in the late fall sunshine and his hands spasm at his side. Do NOT touch her, Peter. Not only was that not cool in general, but MJ would break his damn hand.
He’s dropping to his knees and the bite of the concrete feels appropriate. “You can walk away right now and I’ll never bother you again and make you feel this way again, or you can…” He swallows and bows his head. “You can stay and I’l show you the best damn day you could have in New York, and also not make you feel this way. Added bonus?” He looks up then with a hopeful smile. It falters slightly and he swallows against the knot in his throat. “Please, let me… let me try one last time.”
Michelle doesn’t know what she wanted, but it isn’t this. She wants him to keep making excuses so she can stay mad at him, insult him, storm off in a huff and make it really sting. It would last. But what she doesn’t want is Peter to look at her like that, like a little piece of his heart has just shattered, and a moment too late she reaches up to swipe away the last shred of evidence that she was an idiot.
A spike of panic shoots up her spine when suddenly Peter is on his knees in front of her. “What are you doing?” she asks, the pain and anger in her voice replaced by uncertainty and confusion. “Get up, you weirdo, this looks like some crazy BDSM thing!” There’s hardly anyone on the front steps, but the few out here are watching them like zoo animals. Michelle half-crouches to take a handful of Peter’s shirt and try—what was that flash of red under his shirt?—getting him to his feet again, but she gives it up quickly and instead drops to her ass on the steps beside him so it just looks like they’re hanging out.
“God, you are a loser,” she huffs, but she actually feels a little bit less awful with him groveling like this. Her stomach still hurts with the horrible ache of rejection, but the knot in her guts is lessening now that the initial fight is over. “You…have…one chance. One. If I decide I’m too mad and want to go home, that’s it and you don’t get to try again.” At least not today.
He can feel her fingers curling into the front of his shirt and he’s breathless for all the wrong reasons. She can’t see the suit, oh God no. It’s apparently not meant to be because Michelle’s hands release him and she takes her own seat on the library stairway.
“You have a free pass to call me loser all day! I’ll throw that in no charge!” He’s readjusting himself so he’s sprawled out comfortably on the steps as well. “I promise you you’re not even going to remember how mad you were. Are you... hungry?” He leans forward slightly. “If not we can wait! If you are, I have the perfect place for us to start!”
His whole body is relaxing as gratitude and relief mix. He’s honestly so tired of constantly screwing up and managing to either piss everyone off, cause them concern, or a combination of both that typically ended up with the police being called in to spend the night looking for him. He touches the zipper of his hoodie, zipping it up tight to his throat before going to readjust his backpack. “It’s good that we’re both so smart, no need to study, right?”
His ears perk slightly before he offers her a nod. That made a lot more sense, and was a lot less worrisome in the long run.
His planet had always been separate from others. The variety in his alien race wasn’t radical by any means. Tall and lithe with varying ear shapes and various skin tints depending on what region they were born in. The appearance of the others wings has his heavy lidded eyes widening. His movements are stiff, his eyes unmoving from the feathery masses that extend from her back. Humans had already been such a shock to him, but this…
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” His voice was quiet as he took her hand. “What should I expect…?” The question was probably already too late, but he had to ask, had to give himself some kind of mental preparedness before going into whatever this was going to be.
Home? An answer? Endless regret folding in on itself over and over again? He was suddenly breathless, his hand tightening in hers.
She takes in the feeling of the others hand finding it smooth in some ways although different from a humans naturally. The soft glow that radiates from her own body spreads partially to DD as the wings spread out wide discarding a few loose feathers. Each fallen one turns to stardust the moment it hits the ground.
“Expect it to be a little cold in the sky for the show. If it’s uncomfortable I have fox fire.” Off her foot kicks from the earth allowing the fox to float slowly up easily tugging him along, her magic should allow him to float as well as long as he holds her hand. While the night has been a mostly clear one that didn’t mean there hadn’t been a few clouds. Perfect for this.
Serinaty hums in thought while glancing over a particular cloud. “Make sure you do not let my hand go during this.” A nicely shaped smaller one had been the target of her attention as she pulls him over to it softly lowering her feet to it allowing white flames to bubble up from her form spreading along the cloud solidifying it enough to actually walk along. “Something in my cold flames helps to make the cloud temporarily stable for awhile. You’ll be fine now, these flames are for healing purposes mostly.”
Along the now marshmallow like surface she stood looking up at the night sky taking in how much clearer it is to see all the many stars with how high up they are. “It’s really been awhile since I’ve done this…Alright, you ready for the next part.” She grins up at the alien growing excited to show him considering how much of a star lover he seemed to be.
His feet pedal uselessly in the air as he realizes that they’re floating. Flying. He thinks of what it had been the last time he had been among the stars. Hurtling through the atmosphere, the shrieking sound of rending metal still piercing his ears. The stars had passed before he could blink, before he could breathe.
They’re landing and everything in him that’s studied up on Earth culture and how their planet is made up is saying this shouldn’t be possible, but then again, neither of them should be possible. His head is already upturned, mouth falling open at the night sky above them. Stars, countless stars close enough to touch, to catch on your tongue.
“I guess so.” He can’t help himself. He’s partially in shock. He can’t believe they’re so far up, so far away from the real world below. He thinks of Julian and Chris and Matt and Ryan and everyone down below and his heart thuds heavily in his chest. “I...I’m ready.” He says after some time, his fingers tight around hers. “I just, I don’t know what we’re going to find.” His voice was a tight whisper.
