#asksilverfangblackwing

how i feel when tumblr calls me a genius

Mischievous: I can think a few ways. Like-

Mod: NO, SFW!

Mischievous: What are-

Mod: THIS IS A SAFE FOR WORK BLOG, NONE OF THAT!

Mischievous: I was ju-

However the mistake we often make is the belief that we must face these beasts alone. Like warriors of old we would choose to make ourselves clad in armor of our own creation, to shield us from the growing dark that dwelt just beyond the corner of our vision, the doubts plagued the mind. Our armor took many forms, lies we told ourselves, beliefs in our purpose, dreams of a better tomorrow wrapped in tribulation and bound in hope, of these and more we forge our armor of the mind.

And yet so many of stopped there, never learning the same lessons those early warriors came to realize. We needn’t face our foe alone, a hero clad in armor and confident of his purpose is formidable, but when he stands with others of his kind... Giants fall.

You needn’t fight alone, nor fear the darkness in your heart, it only reminds you where light could be. The road will not always be easy, far from it, for some there will be more hardship than prosperity, but that is all the more reason to learn that lesson.

Stand together and giants will fall.

Stress is a constant in the world, especially on this ship. An endless torrent of questions, bills, and problems trickle down through the ceiling above it seems. This one simply can’t catch a break, and it can be just so overwhelming.

Still though, at least there’s always someone out there to help share the load. Even if most of them are loons, and cause just as many problems as they help fix. Longflank getting stuck in the engine hes working on, Meadow Springs’ creepy vines that seem to reach out of his pouches and satchel, Stitchy falling apart at random, Data Spike trying to convince you your nervous system could use an upgraded set of lungs, Smouldering Sigil and Meteor Shot bickering between each other... Just close your eyes, this you could use a rest.

Silver: In the end, I wouldn’t be any different. You could assume I’ve reformed from dirt at least once and I was never more “dirt-like”. Again, at least according to the theory.

mod: Which is?!

Silver: Oh, that my soul “creates” me a new body from any matter if it’s destroyed. Oh, and there is no sign my soul uses living things as material. Except something like maybe hair or dead skin.

mod: ...... god that’s gross.

Mod: I think we just lost the SFW title.

Silver: Probably the only kind I haven’t had at this point is anything that may result in reproduction.

Mod: Maybe I can claim it’s educational.

Mischievous: WE FUCKED BAD PEOPLE AND THEN KILLED THEM!