Verso's defense lawyer

I am always birdposting in my mind

Reblog to cast heal on prev

Reblog to cast heal on prev

[ID: the first two images are screencaps of Qifrey and Olruggio from Witch Hat Atelier. The images added in the reblog are of the post's replies, where 10 different people have all said "Worse". End ID]

murderbot and arts first meeting is literally so funny. like imagine you meet a biblically accurate angel and instead of being all 'be not afraid' it says actually you SHOULD be afraid. and then when you are in fact afraid it goes oh shit oh fuck. not THAT afraid, sorry. wanna watch tv? and then you watch tv with it and it keeps telling you to pause it when its favourite characters are in danger so it can calm down. and then it asks to do surgery on your bones. Asshole Research Transport character of all time

Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?

i don't think we can really comprehend what rocky went through. his star is dying, his planet is cooling—something that is directly deadly to his people. they build a ship to travel the stars, everything is going well, they have hope! except... things are going much faster than they planned for. it's strange. and his crew mates, they're slowing down. they're getting tired faster, sleeping longer, working less. they don't wake up. he can hear their worker cells stop moving, their colonies die. not slowly or one by one, but in staggered groups. their pilot, their craftsman, their navigator. more and more, until it's just rocky. tau ceti is right there, staring at them, the petrova line in their grasp, but rocky. rocky is an engineer. rocky is an engineer, his job is to make sure the ship stays up and running. so he does that and he does that and he does that and he does—nothing. he cannot save his planet. he can't go home empty handed either. he is stuck in limbo with the corpses of his crew and no idea why they died. no idea why he didn't die. alone, alone, alone, your planet is dying you are useless. until—a ship.