#furiousnostalgia

Hello! I am not super familiar with you as a person yet, so please pardon my potentially lacklustre impressions.

The bellows of a furnace beneath the surface of a mechanical planet, slow magma and orange-y metals, a boiler regulating the temperature of the land above.

Raccoons! Or, the sort of person who might collect raccoons and opossums in the way other people would collect stray cats.

Orange peels, potato skins, apple peels, squash shells... The feeling in the way the smell of cooked things permeates a hive long after the kitchen has been abandoned.

It’s wild to call me steady.

This is nice.

Carmin:

Steadiness

Ridiculous disguises frayed by those who Know

A kindness thats obtainable by flawed trolls

Puldex:

Burning anger, manic energy

a fort fallen into ruin offering shelter

“General natural sponginess” feels like a bizarre callout. Also this is a good post and I like it.

I could have been a lot more casual an hour ago so don’t mind me. Pretend I’m at least 50% more casual about this. But like. If shit feels fucked we can talk. We can also talk other times but that’s my main skillset

> You leave off the third part of that reply, which just says ‘Collars are bad’ because the chance of Sparks seeing a goddamn Signless explicitly disapprove of things is. Not something you want to deal with right now, to say the least.

If you ever would like to talk, let me know.