#facsimila

"I support everything actually! Chests, curves, anything in a person is good!"

“Yeah, no, that was more of, like . . . the royal ‘we’—? Like the . . . Well, speaking for all humans here, not, um . . . whatever you identify as.” Which he says rather distractedly, as with one hand holding his ECHO device, the other restlessly skates over the holster of his pistol, fingers drumming with bubbling nerves on the grip. Timothy’s gaze skirts across the genuinely pleased set of red eyes flashing up at him, and he adds as an afternote, “I do actually, y’know, need the map I was looking at, so if you could just”—a vague jerk of his thumb and a soft whistle breaks his speech—“that’d be super awesome.”

He’s not really telling her to make herself scarce. (Is it sad that she’s become somewhat of a comfort in her continuous presence . . . ? Okay, yeah. Possibly. Most likely. Definitely. But it looks better than him wandering around talking to himself.) It’s just that he’s aware—and she’s aware, which is probably why she’s making herself a semi-nuisance at the moment—she can easily communicate without taking up the entirety of his screen.

And, god, he forgot how much of a freakin’ craphole Eden-6 is.

You’d think, y’know, you’d really think that after years of being trapped in the dumpster fire that was the casino, immersing himself in the vast and endless . . . nature of this place would be revitalizing or something. No glaringly bright and obnoxious neon signs out here. No—okay, less—people around every corner trying to kill him for the offense of living at all. Just bloodthirsty and extremely hungry creatures, instead.

Tim pulls his face cover up farther over his nose and mouth as he creeps around a very suspicious-looking hole in a nearby tree’s roots.

@facsimila || have mercy

“ ... What am I supposed to do with—”

Wait, hold on. He's accomplished something here.

The dark, ebony rectangle now has images on it. He can... interact with it! He's doing things! (What Magnifico assumes only he can do; that's why she's handed it to him, right?)

🔧 @facsimila 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳    ↪ 🐰 EASTER SENTENCE STARTERS

the cursor blinks, her eyes fixed closely on the phone screen in her hand. this was her chance to make a first impression. maya crane followed her back on instagram! ( & coraline's been following her obsessively for the past few weeks, even sharing her influence with others on her page, so this was a big deal. ) her heart flutters in her chest with excitement. maybe they could even be friends! ( maybe she would be different. ) she could only hope.

@mayaeatsclean: hi, maya! i love love love your content! so excited that you followed me back, i feel like we have so much in common~ <3

@facsimila asked: ❝ overcome with insane lust &. rage no choice but to bite him like a rabid dog. ❞