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2000’s walkman study part II.
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happy pride to me from my headmates who won't stop calling me apocalysexual
#apo talks#sky#it's really fucking funny because until i came out of dormancy last year#and until we split the first apocalymon in the system#i was like “yeah i'm asexual”#now it's “i'm asexual* (*explicitly attracted to apocalymon headmates in my system)”#so it's this weird niche of fictosexual and sysian#this doesn't happen with any other digimon species#arca is the only apocalymon in our system i haven't ended up flirting with#and that's because they're also kind of me so it's a little too complicated to introduce that into all this bullshit#anyways this instance is brought to you by requiem glancing over at me in front after we worked on more apocaly oc designs and just like#the Knowing Look#i am sorry i cannot help but find the giant orb of flesh with a hug-sized puppet on top cute...#i am a simple man with simple needs#-sky
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trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing
#apo reblogs#apoqueulymon#apo#i have yet to talk about it much here i think#but one of the joys of being alive for me#(that is: no longer being in subspace neither alive nor dead)#is all of the little things#last year since splitting i experienced so much novelty#the delight of watching spring from its infancy was the first#since i split at the tail end of winter#each new blooming tree a delight#skyler pointing out new things each day#the budding clover#the honeysuckle peppering an overgrown tree with yellow and white#the delicate persistence of so many yellow things from buttercups to dandelions#and i was lucky enough to be in front during snow this winter#it was truly a delight#i understand why the romantics (literary period) were like that#-apo
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Your headmates miss you when you’re gone, whatever abandoned project you have they leave untouched, they remember your likes and dislikes even when you aren’t there, they remember how they feel when you’re there, your headmates would miss you if you were gone
#apoqueulymon#apo reblogs#i would reblog this to our main system blog but i think about this all the time#i accidentally took over the system because our adhd meds combined with an Event#meant that i was kind of well-suited to pick up the reigns#we haven't worked on original fiction in over a year#(that takes up a third of our headcount)#-sky
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This user isn’t human
#apo reblogs#apoqueulymon#arca#req#apo#ec#skysatty#then all the skymons#accidentally getting smacked with catboy allegations they can't escape
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I'm not goblin myself but this feels like peak goblin to me...think of all the things you can fit in this baby...think of the ease of gathering...the power...
#apo reblogs#apoqueulymon#this is just rika's deck bag#i take no other reads on it#i refuse them#yes this belongs here#because i am feeling silly#-arca
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Plug-Board of an IBM 1401 Mainframe Computer, 1959
#apo reblogs#apoqueulymon#apo#arca#ec#req#i would jokingly say this is what my insides look like but i know what they look like#and this is tame compared to that kind of software gore#-arca
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Sneha Solanki ‘The Lovers’
Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.
A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.
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You've been turned into an animal
Spin the wheel to find out which
#apo reblogs#pangolin#that's LITERALLY what our fursona was when we designed on in college#or tried to#so i mean#yeah pangolin LMAO#-arca
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she’s right
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splashing water on my face to microdose throwing myself into the sea
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