Arty
@secondtimesThecharm
Mostly void, partially stars ✨ (OOC account is cloudbatCave!)
Anyone got a wall I can bang my head against
</3 can’t even do a full mockery bit without having to stop I am OFF my GAME
I think the “evil” versions are funny. Of course I am also besties with edgelord Eileit who will deny our bestiehood because she is a walking hot topic advertisement.
The ancient primordial nights of life are cool in theory, but I’ll be deadass: a lot of it was just evolution’s failchildren dying off and then getting their shit together and then dying off again.
My unfuckability and weird off-putting nature do me many favors. Like never getting a weird confession about me one of the however many blogs we have for that now.
I’d post my ships for Leilei but none of you would hear from me again. I wouldn’t be dead but she would have probably a week-long ragefit because I told on her and I’d have to repair myself like every few hours. Snore.
Remember kids, just because you have magic powers and not psi, doesn’t mean you still can’t push yourself to the verge of burnout. It COULD happen to YOU (if you’re magic). Source: me sitting by one knocked out noodly red idiot who pushed herself too hard trying to fix a portal problem.
If we just invent enough categories to slot people into it’ll work this time and we’ll be able to figure out who we should save and who we could kill, trust me. It’ll work so good unlike the last few thousand times people have tried it.
Participating in competitive nerd toss by flinging Eileit into the water sixty feet away.
Eileit is claiming I’m not real :( boo hoo
Besides. If you had something you really wanted to forget. That you absolutely needed out of you at all costs. Well. There’s always a way. Even if it’s not the one you intended. And sometimes it might even turn out better than you thought possible.
A box? Haha. I don’t need that. I remember every face I’ve worn. Every person I’ve been. I’m a machine, after all, I keep good records. I only forget if I want to. But then I’d be less. And that isn’t in my nature.
Those sure were some nights. Can’t say it’s all bad. Don’t we all have a tenuous grip on that bullshit called identity sometimes?
https://64.media.tumblr.com/c6887757cfe710badf74f86dc868357d/77997d1d831fb216-68/s2048x3072/5c5e8769ae570c4450f8ff3609738b525ae39549.png All light, all void. No body. No self.
The light within the void is to be witnessed because you cannot change it by witnessing it but instead are changed and may one day change the source of light itself. Which may seem to lack meaning! Sometimes it does. Only a reader can give it meaning.
I could be a whole dungeon #muchtoconsider
https://64.media.tumblr.com/c9ed9d95b885ff0e36d335afc08e0a2b/5dbb86bc2fd000dc-53/s1280x1920/9eb0cca886fd837c341c3df5422bcb2071b3c87d.png I was purple. Now I’m blue!
It was psi that fashioned me! Flesh to metal. Metal to flesh. The two aren’t so different in some ways. Malleable! Flexible! With the right pair of hands.
I found the little ship! So delicate! So small! Itty bitty. Very cute. Glows with power. Psi is such a beautiful form of light.










