#nothingwell-made

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1672.47 - PRIVATE

Three Star Songs, Flesh of the Innocent

TSS: According to my prediction, my little messenger should have arrived to you by now.

TSS: I was planning to bring an overseer the whole way, but some of those pesky scavengers shot mine down.

TSS: And with how gloomy you have it over there, I couldn't find my little friend, even though he's as white as snow!

“   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” From FOTI to SWB Extra: Possible disconnected from can au? Got stuck between cycles oops

"So this is the weather outside of our cans? Horrible, really." Salt finds her corner of... what did he call it? The shelter? and spreads his lwgs forward. It's similar to a can, being a sealed in metal box, but it's way more claustrophobic. She really doesn't recommend it.

This is his first full cycle out of the can. Some crazy bastard had figured it out before and sent a little rat of a beast to bust everyone out of their situations. It's almost impressive how one can train a dim-witted wild animal to do anything if they disfigure its genetics enough.

The world below, outside of his structure, was not really what he expected. It's a different feeling being there than watching it. And in all honesty, she's not sure if he likes it better. At least most of his pain stopped from corrosion! But now her puppet is completely exposed.

To dastardly weather like this.

T for Brass Lining

(They deserve some love)

headcanon A-Z

T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice?

brass was quite often giving out advice to their fellow iterators, being the oldest and often serious, they were reliable for others in their local group to ask for a second opinion or what to do about certain things. there wasnt much kidding around and in some situations it was very much appreciated

"Since when?" Summer snorts over the intercom.

He's leaning back on his umbilical, idly floating around his can. Pearls of all kinds of colors-- white, red, blue, and yellow drift around with him, aimless in their direction, but purposeful in their beauty.

"Not once have you ever proved that to me."

He reaches out, grabbing a blue-white pearl floating by his hand. He peeks into it. It's filled to its brim with emotion and passion, dedication to confessions he will never say out loud.

"You're really bright. You're kind and humorous."

The pearl drifts away from his fingers. Most of them are like that-- hidden declarations of love for all he cares about. Their markers flicker as the pearls bounce around the room. Summer can already point out to himself which ones are about his Nothing.