#timerotted

[bi-writes]

this isn't a prompt sorry i just keep forgetting to tell you that your timerot series is a special favorite of mine!!!!

thank you <3

[grimtoucher]

Alright if we're done freaking out over the clown I am actually gonna sit down and be real about how mad the advertising had lowkey made me. Yes yes this event is crossing the picket line and all whatever but I'm a One Piece fan and it is within my rights to complain when a social media fucks up the advertising so badly for something I care about

So this clown mf is named Buggy right. He's goofy, he's a loser, the fanbase loves him and wants to put him in a blender and use the leftover clown liquid to draw fanart of him. He's the best comic relief character in possibly the entire series.

I wish his jpeg had never been placed upon the dash because he is taking focus away from the actual live action show and what a novelty it is. Which is really in-character for him but I digress. It's really fucked up that they just tossed his lil clown ass on there with no way to remove him without ublock/inspect element. There ARE clown phobies and people who yell at clouds. It would've been better PR if they simply had just never done that at all because now the PR has tanked altogether with people being turned off to the show out of sheer spite of being FORCED to interact with the advertising

The show is good. Really good. Shockingly good. Like we were scared there for a minute. But as more trailers came out we were like what the fuck? This is hype? Fuck off. Mind you for a corporation this is one of the hardest things to do in the entire world; to appease a loyal fanbase with an adaptation. We were EXCITED and now that it's finally out we got to see it DELIVERED. Like holy shit it's like the people behind it had a few braincells knocking around in there

But. This advertising has been a PR nightmare for a slew of reasons. Most notably users are ticked that Buggy's just fuckin starin at you like a goober, and that the One Piece tab is just made up of random users who got their posts pasted up on the company fridge without warning or permission. We in the fandom are ecstatic about all of this but the larger part of Tumblr is more than irritated.

It's bad. People are just talking about the Evil Clown On The Dashboard rather than, like. Idk. How the show is fucking crushing it rn. How it's bringing new fans into the community. How people actually checking it out are shocked it's somewhat good. How fans are frothing at the mouth and seizing because it's so loyal to the manga that there's hardly anything to complain about

It's just sad to see, y'know? I care about One Piece, I care about people being able to see this impossible insane fucking show that defies all laws of timerot. Tumblr is kind of taking a sledgehammer to the beautiful timeless grand piano in order to play it

Anyway writers and actors are on STRIKE not calling for a boycott. Go check out One Piece Live Action please just pretend the Buggy Situation isn't happening this has been Tumblr user worldblight and I didn't think I'd ever talk about One Piece on my main

[uncovereliminate]

Small reminder that  (even though I’m not coming back to the Tumblr RPC)  that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think of and care about y’all.  Hope every single one of you is doing alright!

(Shout out to the people who’ve been sticking around despite me leaving.)

@cerisetheai  //  @svperposition  //  @realprojectalice  //  @atonings / @rexerrat / @sterrenlied  //  @timerotted  //  @irishparasite

in particular!

[notanodriscoll]

           “Hey,  Sadie, wait, ”   he doesn’t pause,  he knows if he does it’s likely that she’ll either try to avoid him or lash out in anger.   “Look,  I uh.. just wanted to say sorry ‘bout...”  now he does trail off,  hesitates, but he’s quick to recover. “The gang I was runnin’ with was wiped out by the O’Driscolls. It ain’t the same,  but...   not easy losin’ people like that.  ‘M sorry.”   Kieran knows it wouldn’t paint him in the best light, the fact that he allowed himself to be captured and then worked for the same people who killed those he cared for out of fear..  But Sadie was stronger than he was.  She made that obvious from the first day he met her.  ||  @timerotted​  liked. 

[rbeljedi]

STARTER || @timerotted​

“hullo.” He says, moving one hand in an open fingered, slow wave at the child.  Yoda was the only one of his species that Luke had ever seen before, but it was clear just from the size difference between the little one and the nine-hundred year old grand master that this was, in fact, a child.  And he had to wonder if the child would be just as interested in the foods and snacks in his ration pack as the elder was.  

“You hungry?” He holds out a crunchy ration bar to offer it to the child, “You can have it.  I have more if you want.”

[mvncesa]

timerotted : shield ( for jack from liz ) / send “shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger

There was blood streaming down his face from a gash along his scalp and he could barely stand on his own two feet. It was not the worst injury that he had received during his time in Rapture. As much as it hurt, Jack barely had enough time to worry about it for the simple fact that they had to keep moving. He would simply come back via the Vita Chambers if anything really bad happened to him - That was one of the thoughts that he used to keep pushing himself forward despite the signs of danger.

“Elizabeth?” Words practically slurred as he tried to focus on his companion. The sound of splicers around them echoed through the halls but he ignored that. In Rapture, there was always some sort of noise that kept you on edge even when nothing bad ever came. “Elizabeth,” he repeated as he reached out for her hand. Jack knew what she was doing and he would appreciate it if he could focus on anything. Instead, he tugged her back against his side as they continued to move. 

[kztiel]

SON OF ANARCHY PROMPTS   [ ACCEPTING ]  FROM @timerotted​​ ( b. summers )​ " HOW THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO GET IT OUT OF THERE ? “

concentration hungers in the pitting of his bones.     it hinges to his joints, radical.     it spears between his ribs.     for eons he has mentally separated himself from the emotional ruination of humanity but now he finds himself thrust within the middle of it /    a seraphim suspended among wildflowers tinged with anarchy.     the riotous nature of the mortal spirit pressing in upon him.     here, beneath his sternum, the ravenous blooms of expression.    asphodels colored in violence,  blossoming within his blood.    it colors him red from the inside: violent, war torn, carnage weeping into the space at the base of his skull.    it holds him hostage amid a flurry of snapping wolves.    their unslaked jowls salivating    &    unwound.     their skins barely containing the organs lung rusted and rotted with wrath.        BUT NONETHELESS THEY ARE CROWNED BEINGS. DOGS BECOME KINGS. ANGELS BECOME HERETICS. HE WORSHIPPED GOD SO DEVOUTLY BUT NOW ALL HE CAN TASTE IS MERCY FOR THE SAKE OF MAN. YOUR SOULS BECOME THE GRIT BENEATH HIS FINGERNAILS. THE MUCK UNDER HIS TONGUE. THE LIGHT BEHIND HIS EYES.        you are salvation & damnation in tandem.     how could he allow himself to become so consumed ?         hunter / slayer.     he's almost impressed that human beings have become so weaponized.     but there's something awe inspiring about it, too ---     something invigorating in the way you were cleaved from brimstone.    your aura become an inebriating force.     ( i want you to show me where the mortal endeavor ends and the legionary begins.    from what cells and atoms the sentinel grows. on what mucus it feeds )            he glances towards the subject matter.    it seems so small a thing in the grand scheme of our existence, this one objectionable barrier.     ❝ YOU HAVE A CREATIVE MIND, BUFFY, ❞        and even though he hasn't known you long, there simmers behind his syllables a degree of certainty.     a blanket trust.     ❝ I'M SURE YOU'LL THINK OF SOMETHING. ❞

[clydlgn]

@timerotted​  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍. rocky mountain high – j/ohn d/enver.

     ❛  i’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.  ❜

[enccrypted]

@timerotted​  {

💖 from wraith !!

}       //  ⨳ — SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND;  —  wraith .

he’d known from the start that he was in over his head.  But just how far had he sunken into this terrible mess with Mila and the algorithm? ... with his desperate turn to the black market augmentations in an impulsive, short-sighted effort to escape Syndicate eyes? ... and with his too-elaborate plan to topple the Repulsor Tower and to insert himself into the Games, right under the noses of the very people who want him dead? No, Crypto wasn’t in over his head — he’s practically dug his own grave. 

With every match he survived and with each moment he spent biding his time among the Legends, he could feel it: the beginnings of six feet worth of dirt trickling down on him and piling atop his skull. That same thickheaded skull to which Ms Tik often delivered a firm but gentle whack!, accompanied by rolling eyes and that exasperated sigh of ‘smarty-pants’ she gave whenever he got too cheeky with her.

She had been worried for him when he’d gotten into the Games’ database and when he took down the Tower. She understood his intentions, understood it was necessary if he wanted a chance of ever reclaiming his life and his innocence — but could he handle it? she’d asked him over a letter cleverly disguised across adverts in the Apex Games’ email service. He sensed that maternal distress even in split, discreetly coded messages: her covert plea for him to consider his life above the pursuit of justice.

‘Trust me,’ he’d written back the only time he was able, just before he departed to Talos. ‘This won’t be the last time you hear from me. I’ll be all right — I always am. Mila and I didn’t learn resourcefulness from just anyone, did we? You're not going to lose a son.’

(Not again.)

‘I’ll see you again soon... Family forever.’ He’d signed off then with a simple C, packaging the encoded letter into the innocuous survey response that Mystik had supplied him. (It had been linked in hex code, hidden away within the banner image on the advertised site that she’d set up for their temporary communications... Mystik’s strays had to get their cleverness from someone, indeed.)

He’d survived this long. There was nothing left for him to lose.

And yet, he finds himself wondering more and more if this was a mistake, after all. He’d known, when he first hatched his plan, that he had no chance to wrestle his way into the Apex Games through the qualifying tournaments. Even with fresh tech driven into his skin that would let him see anything in the arena, he’d had no interest in trying his luck against the likes of McCormick and Newcastle. And of course, he thinks to himself bitterly now as he grits his teeth, digging calloused fingers harder into the rock above. How the hell would he have survived qualifiers if it's a piece of loose pavement that's going to send him to a pitiful death?

He thought he’d become good at running, if nothing else. And run he did throughout this entire match, falling further and further behind Wraith and Pathfinder as he ducked into side paths and crammed himself into tight cracks in Lava City’s cave walls. (He nearly suffocated there as he waited with bated breath for Bloodhound to scurry past, hoping to God that his EMP had fried their trackers enough to mask his trail. But at least he’d escaped the fate of being speared on their knife.) His detour took him, once he’d squeezed himself out of the rock wall, next through what’s left of the crumbling Capitol City. In hindsight, he should’ve known better — Capitol is never empty. 

He’d swerved into the ruins of a nearby building to avoid coming under fire and clambered down into what he knew is a still-intact level bridging the west and east of Capitol over the rift that split the city in two, with bullets streaking narrowly past his head...

And he’d tripped over uneven cracked cement and tumbled down a sharp incline, straight down towards the molten pit below. By some luck, in his twisting and his clawing at the ground above, his fingers found purchase amongst the broken rock and metal. He was stupid, so stupid...! Of course sheer luck was the only reason he’s made it this far. It’s the only reason he’s still alive now, hanging on for dear life with bleeding hands as he curses his own idiocy.

Glass digs into his palms and the underside of his fingers, the heat rising from the magma below hot on the soles of his dangling feet. He’s not going to last much longer. Crypto clenches his jaw and screws his eyes shut as his grip, damp with sweat, loosens — and the block of cement gives in to his weight, crumbling away from where it attaches to steady ground.

He falls, screaming.

As it turns out, life isn’t what flashes before your eyes when gravity’s sending you hurtling, at 50 metres per second, down towards the molten rock bubbling thickly below. Unless life was nothing but regret: all the opportunities gained (too few) and all the countless more he’s lost; all the failures (too many) that haunted his restless dreams, those same dreams that blur nebulously into his early waking hours; Mystik’s smile and the warmth of her hand against the back of his neck; his mother’s face...

Something snatches at his hand, wrapping his wrist in a vice grip and wrenching him up against the inevitability of gravity. Crypto gasps, the air fleeing his lungs as his weight protests the impossible counter-force. His shoulder flares hot, threatening to pop his arm out from its socket, and he thinks he hears himself shouting as he swings to a stop in mid-air. There’s a roaring from somewhere above him, one that deafens even the blood that’s rushing through his head. Accompanying it is a strangeness — a potent and insidious energy unlike anything he knows in this world. As he sways dangerously above scalding heat, his mind shrieks with fear, thrashing helplessly against whatever’s opened up above him even more than it protested the fate that waits for him below.

But instinct surges above the blood surging hot in his veins and head. Crypto latches on without another thought, curling fingers tight around the sudden anchor and grasping hard.

As soon as he finds his grip, he’s jerked up towards that terrible potency, and something heavy and dark and cold swallows him whole. His stomach lurches as he’s dragged forward, up and down, thrown about, weighed down and crushed beneath the pressure of the space that’s devoured him, pulled in every direction all at once. He forces his eyes open, through the swelling tears, to flashes of blinding white and blue shimmering through the blackness. The dizzying reality around him swirls uncontrollably, familiar and yet shapeless, without form —

And then he topples face-down into cracked ground, his arm burning and chest heaving for air that won’t come. He pushes himself up with his uninjured arm, forcing himself up onto his back with a gasp as his lungs finally learn how to breathe again. He’s alive. He squints up into the sun, his eyes burning as they rekindle a briefly-lost acquaintance with light and colour.

He thinks he’s dreaming it at first. But as he lifts his head, his blurring vision shifting back into focus, he sees it clearly: a still-lingering void, murky and shimmering between his eyes and the skies. As soon as Crypto catches sight of it, the portal vanishes, leaving nothing but a cloudless afternoon blue above. He lets his head fall back, wincing as his skull hits the ground with a hard thud, and heaves a sigh.

Wraith.

There’s a stinging burn in his torso. Crypto looks down to see the jagged, dark tearing across the front of his shirt and the skin of his chest. He presses a metal-padded fingertip against the wound, wincing as it comes away slick with blood. At least a half a centimetre deep. The steel in the reinforced concrete must have caught onto flesh and sliced him through in his tumble. Teaches you to look where you’re going next time! a voice snickers in his hazy mind, tossing a mane of red hair in its wake as it retreats again to the back of his head.

It takes a minute or two. But the throbbing in his temples and the beat of his thundering heart finally slows as the adrenaline of near-death ebbs out of his system. As the thrill bleeds away, every scrape and ache flares to the forefront of his consciousness. His chest is on fire, his arms like lead and his right shoulder almost certainly dislocated. He tries, experimentally, to flex the fingers of his right hand... and realises he’s still clutching tightly to Wraith, his thumb and fingers encircling her wrist in a tight, still-trembling grip. Crypto’s eyes dart up to hers, mouth falling open as he searches, dumbly, for the words to form some sort of apology. 

Finding none, he glances away, loosening his fingers quickly and making to tug his hand out of her grasp. But, too caught between the fogginess of blood-loss and the agonising throb of his entire body, he doesn’t quite manage to free himself.

“S... sorry,”  he mumbles, turning away to peer dazedly towards the edge of the crevasse he’d narrowly avoided dropping into. He’s not so sure what it is that he’s apologising for. Finding himself separated from the squad when he’d spent too long easing his drone into unexplored territories, searching for some place or something that screamed ‘Syndicate secrets’? Nearly taking the most pathetic exit from the Games possible? Or making her chase him all the way out here to make sure he didn’t take that fall?

... Right.  “Thank you.”  He drags the back of his sleeve across his upper lip, wiping away the damp of sweat. Hopefully that, and his gratitude, will be enough to distract her from the shame burning red-hot in his cheeks. He lets out a hollow chuckle, squeezing her hand dazedly, and blinks over his sleeve and up into the skies.  “I was... I — I guess I was being an idiot, huh.”

[vanderking]

♞ @timerotted​​​ insisted: ☾ - Taking a nighttime walk with them ( from sadie )

Symbol Meme - Affectionate/Nice Edition

Tomorrow was the big day. For the both of them. The day Colm O’Driscoll finally swings. Dutch invited Sadie to join him while takes a nocturnal reconnoitre of the camp. 

❛ Tomorrow is the day. ❜ He starts, averting an intense and knowing stare. ❛ I know how it is, wanting to see that bastard hung up like a chandelier. ❜ He anticipates that she will not take that for him invalidating her pain at all. He had never been married but still. ❛ He killed the woman I loved some time ago. We been at each other’s throats ever since. ❜ She had probably heard by now. 

❛ I think we’d both sleep better knowing he’s dead. ❜

He shifts his focus to the nights sky, the stars dotted above them, it was almost as if tomorrow they would get the closure they had so desired.

[ashesrise]

‘ are we team mates now ? ’ ( from buffy summers to jessica jones ) - @timerotted​​​

The minute the words resonated in her head, she could feel the bile rising in her throat and she fought the urge to gag. Teammates? Jessica didn’t DO teammates. Hell, she didn’t even do TEAMS if she could help it. But, there was something about the other girl that plucked at what was left at her humanity -- her want to actually help that had been taken away by a certain purple monster.

She didn’t slow down as she kept trying to follow the signal on her phone before it died. They were in this together whether she liked it or not.

“Whatever helps you sleep better at night, doll.” 

[corvidamned]

@timerotted​ | ♡ ( from Buffy ! )

 What terrible sorrow could bring her Elizabeth to seek comfort in her, of all creatures near and dear to her heart? Kira wrapped her arms snug around her waist, sinking into her shoulder. Whatever the reason, she enjoyed her warmth and provided her own steady frame to lean on. “I’ve got you...” Blinking against crimson vision excited by the scent of a slayer, she parts only to keep her close, taking Buffy’s hands in hers. “Gonna make me cry, dear. What’s happened?” 

[wildpawed-moved]

@timerotted​ said: ❛ I can’t believe you did that. ❜ ( from buffy to soren shea )

          cleaning out the memes !

“I only knocked him out.” Words were short, to the point. “And I do have to say that he came at me first, so it was all self defence.” A small step was taken back to create space between him and Buffy. “I mean... he’ll probably get up if we give him twenty?”

[rubiesintherough]

(( @timerotted​ sent --- " why am i helping you? good question. i guess i must be soft. " ( from buffy to cason ) ))

     ‘ Soft in the head. ‘    He was tempted to retort. But, somehow, amazingly, through nothing short of a damn miracle... Cason managed to keep his mouth shut. Mostly.     “ Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks. “     He wasn’t too keen on getting any closer to her. Even found himself shifting a step away, unconsciously... he wasn’t an idiot, he thought. He knew who she was, what she was. And he didn’t have any intention on getting a pointy stick shoved through his heart for one too many sassy remarks.    “ Don’t actually need your help. Appreciate it, but don’t need it, Slayer. “

[horrorempathya]

@timerotted​​   :         “     you suck less than most people .      ”

A  rare  compliment.    She’ll  accept  it.    Not  that  she  needs  a  compliment.    Ripley’s  just  here  to  help.    Plain  &  simple.    It’s  nice  to  know  that  she’s  actually  trusted  too.    Dark  eyes  just  glance  up,   eyebrow  raising.     She  flicks  the  cigarette  against  the  ash  tray  in  front  of  her,   before  just  letting  the  cigarette  rest  in  between  long  fingers  on  the  picnic  table.    The  night  is  considerably  quiet,   probably  far  less  quiet  then  the  events  transpiring  in  the  house.

“    is  everybody  shouting  yet?    ”

[storieswrittcnarc]

@timerotted​ sent “Who wants to know?” ( from sadie a. to arthur m. )

FOUR WORD STARTERS

Status: ACCEPTING

Eyebrow arches at the woman before him, an almost amused look gleaming within his eyes. What the hell is she going on about? She got some secret to hide or something? “What do you mean who wants to know? Me. I want to know. What are you planning, Miss Adler?” Because ain’t no one who ever said ‘who wants to know?’ up to nothing.