Key of Destiny

[RokuShi x FE:A]

fill 14 sketch book

bad stuff is good stuff bc you made stuff

do you like sparkle???? draw sparkle

draw what make your heart do the smiley emote

member to drink lotsa agua or else bad time

d ont stress friend all is well

your art is hot like potato crisps

don’t let anyone piss on your good mood amigo

if they do

eat

In other words, PSA reblog for those who understand if you’re an OP character, they have to accept if they pick a fight with their muse, it wont go well. And while certain triggers wish to be avoided, you cannot delete triggers from a character’s past nor blame the Mun for it, nor force the Mun to never explore that side of the character.

I feel like putting your legs through hoodie sleeves to look like some goofy t-rex or something is completely up the sea salt trio’s alley

Featuring such hits as

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic

- Wait a minute that was a starter? I thought it was just an ask - Pointless family day trip out of nowhere - My muse is just gone and nothing’s working to get it back

And last but not least:

- Notifications? What notifications?

- I’ve been waiting replies for days just to find out I’m the one who didn’t reply.

- My partner and I have 20 unfinished threads and we just started a new one.

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

This is my favorite post on this website. 

I’ve seen this post in screenshots before, and the first time I read it, I cried. Just sat there with tears running down my face. 

Because this, right here, is the best of us, we humans. That we hope, and dream of the stars, and we don’t want to be alone. That this is the best of our technology, not Terminators and Skynet, but our friends, our companions, our legacy. Our message to the stars. 

onyx + ivory [listen] they gave you life and in return you gave them hell