Life update for the curious, today was… er, eventful, and I know nobody ended up with all my news

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theprofoundprogrammer:

[text: “but I’m good at computers”, photograph of no you’re not.]

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ritsukiyo:

If i had a drawing tablet i would draw all my friends so many cute drawings they could never be sad again :3

Basically my life goal

courierfaction:

Larkin smiled because they hadn’t actually traded punches since they were unbalanced teenagers – injuries from fighting were too much medical hassle – and anyway, there were far worse ways Ryker could hurt her than smacking her in the face.

- Gracie’s Fic

“You bit me,” Larkin said, and when Ryker just grunted indistinctly she thrust her arm out towards her twin, refusing to take the dismissal. “There’s goddamn tooth marks.”

Dark eyes rolled balefully towards her, resting on the arm for the barest amount of time necessary to acknowledge the evidence before flicking away again with clear contempt. “No skin missing,” she said, her voice thickened by the hand clamped over her nose in an attempt to stem the blood that still oozed slowly between her fingers.

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Perfect.  Angry lil teenagers awww.

It’s a toss-up whether it’s better to tell curious strangers that you were weak enough to get mugged or you were dumb enough to beat up your sister, so instead you tell them to kindly fuck off.

Clearly the most comfortable sleeping position

I think I literally had SAI open all day.  Briefly evaluates life choices, quickly decides it was worth it.

Tyler’s cloak!  She takes it on long trips or when she might need to be sneaky in public.  It has a small bullet hole in the back of the hood that she’s not going to patch because that was a damn good shot of hers and she’s proud.  It has an obvious pocket up front, but also hidden pockets in the back for stolen goods.

See also: the linearts of her outfit

ausphinity-v2:

Gracie!

First part in a big group of pictures I’m going to do of my friends over the next few days. If you want a picture / want to make my job easier, you can submit pictures to my main  c:

It’s me!

Gosh yeah my hair is ??? in all the artblogging-FNV pics of me I drew (and I never drew the glasses, those are ???? and that’s one ? too many), but good job doing it before I get my haircut  |D

psilentasincjelli:

If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet

(Source: vanessasofiaferreira)

I saw this post the other night and thought I’d use it as a writing prompt/warm-up tonight because wow cute.  And it’s a twin fic surprising absolutely no one.

you wanna fight? alright let’s take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand

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It began with the wrong level of humor at the wrong moment.  As she all but dragged her injured leg across the hallway floor, Ryker called after her departing doctor, “Four days?  What am I supposed to do holed up for four days?”  Behind her, Larkin chuckled and pointed out, “You won’t be down four days, you’re already not following her orders.” 

Wyn turned to offer a smart remark, but Ryker was already rounding on her sister.  “Glad you find it funny because this is all your fault.”

There was a long list of things she let slide by as Her Fault, but this time Larkin raised her brow at the accusatory tone.  “Yes Ryker, I intentionally positioned you in front of that shooter.  How’d you know?” 

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ambassador-of-anguish:

shouldertappingghosts:

If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.

This is perfect.

dea-goes-a-tumbln:

What: Tumblr Fic War

Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.

When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!

Why: FEELINGS

What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine.  Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

you wanna fight? alright let’s take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand

courierfaction:

Suppose cf was set in a classic RPG style game.  What class would your courier be?  A knight, healer, engineer perhaps?  Do they have any special skills like protecting critically injured teammates from attack?  Perhaps they can charm the enemy or maybe pick their pockets clean.  Maybe they have a passive skill like a regen or counter ability.

(if you’d rather this be in a different genre- classic fantasy so they can use magic, for example -let us know!)

If you need help figuring out classes, here’s a handy list that might spark some ideas!

I’m not all too confident about my RPG class knowledge, but throwing around some ideas for Ryker sounds fun anyway

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