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Creo que maté un/a extraterrestre. Fue sin querer. Vi algo en el piso, ya era cadáver, en algún momento mi pie había aplastado toda su estructura, así que la clasificación biológica de esta especie era completamente imposible. Toda mi vida me dio un profundo asco la idea de aplastar bichos, mucho antes incluso de tomar conciencia de que eran seres vivos, que tenían familia, que vivían en alguna parte, que comían. Ver los restos mortales de lo que presumo era algún tipo de insecto me puso bastante mal. Al otro día fue peor: luego de almorzar entré a mi caótica habitación y el resplandor de la luz que entraba por la ventana golpeó el piso y me mostró algo, un rastro enorme de algún tipo de fluido, ya seco, incoloro, solo visible desde esta perspectiva específica, un ángulo casi imposible. Ahí recordé el bicho del día anterior, y supe que era de otro planeta, porque la cantidad de rastro que había dejado su muerte no correspondía de ninguna manera con el tamaño del sujeto. Había más fluido que criatura en sí misma. Cargando mi conciencia fui a buscar un trapo, y mientras limpiaba esperé la invasión inminente, dando por perdido al planeta y las diversas incivilizaciones que le parasitan. Mi único consuelo fue que, con (buena) suerte, mi crimen sería útil a la aniquilación de la especie humana. Una justa venganza contra la humanidad, ya no se si de los aliens, o de mi.
(gracias a Por el amor de yo por la imagen, no es su autora pero fue quien me la regaló)
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i’m less likely to follow blogs that have no ooc content. it actually makes me mildly ( v mildly but still ) uncomfy to not have any idea what the person’s like. i know some people don’t like ooc things or will unfollow for too much of it, but i prefer to get a sense of the person i’m writing with? bc to me, sharing my writing is a fairly personal thing. i’m putting heart, soul and effort into it and i wanna share it with people i get good vibes from, y’know? rp for me is about working with another writer and getting to know them along the way tbh. it’s a social hobby. so like. i don’t feel like anyone should have to apologise for posting ooc things but i still see it all the time, as if we’re all pressured to churn out ic content so our blog can be quality. i wish people felt more like they could just be themselves.
@insectoide
Rare Pairs usually never thought about: Lusamine x...
tbh i love diantha/lysandre and actually i think the ship name for it i suggested became the official one for it? wild. issa good ship
I FAINTLY ?? REMEMBER A SHIP NAME ?? FOR THEM ??
I can never find it cause again - hella rare pair. Whatisitcalled-
But the dynamic is r e a l nice, something like Lysandre with his delusions like in early XY when he’s all like: “Wow you’re perfection and beauty, you can really fit into a world ideal for that-!”
Diantha like: “Wait what, no-”
And then there’s the slow burn of challenging ideals and u g h I basically written a plot with myself about this HAAah
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HDBFGHDNJFD HOW FAR IN ARE U RN HE DOESN’T SHOW UP FOR A WHILE
IM ABT THE DO THE LAST TRIAL ON THE SECOND ISLAND like im literally right outside the door for it
💖 @insectoide!
If there was one perfect thing to have on an abnormally warm day in the middle of winter, it was a strawberry milkshake. And here, on this chain of islands in the middle of the sea... it would appear every winter day was an abnormally warm day. It’d almost become habit---while on her way to go search the uncharted wilds beyond the well-walked routes, she’d step into one of the pokemon centers in this region---which always had a cafe. Hikari Corong loved that feature. How convenient! How clever! How useful!
She just had to bring her own to-go cups. They never seemed to have any of those, and Hikari hadn’t the time to sit and chat with one of the old barista grandpas who ran this chain of in-center coffee shops.
When she opened her eyes after a particularly long slurp, she noted an odd-looking fellow not too far ahead along the road... what was up with his hair? That was what caught her eye most of all--- it was a mess. On top of that, he appeared to be wearing a sweatsuit. As she caught up, Hikari looked over to him with her milkshake in hand---
“ Dude, aren’t you hot in all that? “
@insectoide
“HEY, GUZMA!”
They’re blissfully unaware of how loud they’re really being, but who cares. It’s always fun to talk to this guy.
“What’cha doin’ at the beach, buddy?”