but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same...

someday ill make a post about all the different possible ways the tailor is going to live forever* but that's not happening right now, now is probably naptime

There’s a version of the Altered Future that’s just 17776 and its sequels while the Tailor and Naturalist watch and he keeps talking about lunchables. Do you see my vision

Sadie is an extension of Margot’s work, by this point. When they’re apart, it only allows Margot’s schemes to reach even further. Margot secretly wishes it were more romantic than that- but a reliable right hand will do. Sadie/Sarah, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind being useful- in other ways, too…

actually im curious. is there any kind of consensus on what the youthful naturalist's name Is? like. what's our various headcanons about it

personally ive never conceptualized him with a name because i have a major skill issue. as far as im concerned it says y. natur alist on his birth certificate

can you imagine if you go to the skies simply to get away from people talking about your annoying as hell evil mother and (on what you were HOPING was a date) your first officer/ mild crush casually reveals that she hooked up with her once. and then your signaller overhears and mentions that they were acquainted for a while, yes, charming woman, what an artist... and you have to storm out and go to your quartermaster to complain and its like "ah.. Cards? yes, terrible, terrible, always causing trouble..." and that's how you find out your fuckass mother that everyone seems to know was one of tHE MASTERS OF THE BAZAAR. man id get addicted to red honey about it too.

my homunculus just wasted like $60 in ink printing out all these fucking soyjack edits of me. how about 'that feel when i dont feed you for a week' you little asshole

In other news, today I am rotating Aphelion and the Second Sacristan in my brain. What if we were close once, in a way not akin to any human idea of a relationship but undeniably intimate, and we were separated by a crime neither of us had anything to do with and even after thousands of years apart something almost like the corpse of love still rotted between us. What if you fished my wounded body out of the zee and nursed me back to health even though you would've been punished severely if your master discovered you didn't leave me for dead. What if I was your one little rebellion, the one thing you kept solely for yourself. What if I let you hand feed me and carry me around like a teddy bear even though you were actively trying to kill my best friend and the way you ran your ship horrified me because I was so tired from a life spent fighting to survive and I just wanted to be Held for once. What if I had to watch as my best friend jumped into the zee to escape you and you followed after and there was nothing I could do. What if I thought they were dead. What if I couldn't stay for one moment more and I tried to get away in the middle of the night and you caught me and I tried desperately to convince you to free yourself from the shackles that bound you, from the role you had been forced into, and you didn't listen. What if you could've easily overpowered me and forced me to stay but you didn't. What if you let me go. What then

"OK" SO IT SEEMS AS THOUGH MY GENETICALLY MODIFIED KILLER BEETLES HAVE ESCAPED. HAS ANYONE SEEN MY FUCKI🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲OH G🪲OD🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲 SHI🪲🪲T🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🧪AAAHHHHHHHHOOOHhh Hey. That One Learned thge basics of Chemistry . #Proud