genialattache

[genialattache]

> The first thing you notice is the blissful quiet.

> You’re sure the voice is still there but you can’t hear it anymore.

> You don’t even bother to check your skin or anything, just falling back asleep with a sigh of relief.

(End of Tyrian M!A)

[genialattache]

>You keep finding yourself on the beach, wrapped in a cloak.

>You know you shouldn’t go down there, but the siren song begs otherwise.

[genialattache]

> You’re standing on the balcony, staring out at the ocean.

> You don’t quite notice how the banister starts to crack and buckle in your grip.

[genialattache]

It Is So Loud.

She Just Wants Companionship.

[genialattache]

Make It Stop

Make It Stop

MakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStop

[genialattache]

The Singing Does Not Stop.

She Knows.

Please... I Need To Drown It Out.

[genialattache]

“It Seems Space And Time Either Get Along Wonderfully Or Not At All” Strang, to be so aware of how dry it is. At least this won’t be permanant. It had better not be. You’re not dealing with that kettle of fish.

You pull into a rueful grin at the not-quite-question, settling in for a story. “Why Is It That Summoners Never Plan For What Happens After?” It’s as good a beginning as any.

M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery

The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.

There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.

“MOTHERFUCKER”

[genialattache]

>You take the hug. You very much take the hug. You need it. You just got back and this happened and timing.

“My Apologies, I Did Not Intend Such. It Was Simply.” You take a deep breath again, wincing at the way your fins flap. “I Intended To Be An Hour At Most. And Now This.”

M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery

The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.

There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.

“MOTHERFUCKER”

[genialattache]

“What Indeed”

>You bite back, before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment to calm down. And even the breath feels different. At least this time you’ve got experience enough to try and ignore the song.

“I Believe It Was Magic From That Blue Site. My Apologies If I Scared You.”

>You haven’t even had the chance to visit your moirail since you got back from your unexpected trip and this happens.

M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery

The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.

There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.

“MOTHERFUCKER”

[genialattache]

M!A: Fuschia for three days, since you're talking to the battery

The first thing you notice is the song. The call of the ocean. It doesn’t come on you gradually this time, instead all at once.

There is no appropriate reaction to this. You take a leaf out of someone else’s book.

“MOTHERFUCKER”

[genialattache]

... Anons Really Are Strange Creatures. It Is As If Their Only Existence Is To Cause Suffering.

amusedmuralist‌:

8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][

Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.

[genialattache]

But What Do You Mean You Just Got Yellow Again??

amusedmuralist‌:

8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][

Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.

[genialattache]

You Just Got What Now?

Yes.. It Was A Summoner. It Worked, But They Hadn’t Thought Of What To Do After The Rebellion.

amusedmuralist‌:

8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][

Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.

[genialattache]

So... That Was Supposed To Be A Short Trip To Get More Materials.

I Got... Distracted.

amusedmuralist‌:

8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][

Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.

[genialattache]

amusedmuralist‌:

8D let me put t][ith fire out and t][en ][ELL YEA][

Wonderful, I Wil Get My Materials And Sketchbook.

[genialattache]

Of Course. While It Is Not The Easiest Material To Work With, How Long Have I Been Making Clothes?

I Will Need To Get Your Measurements Again, And Why Don’t We Work On A Design Together?

amusedmuralist‌:

you’re t][e firtht perthon to accuthe me of good tathte two not be wearing my thpandex onethie accthidentally

Why…. No, I Am Not Continuing That Line Of Questioning.

You Couldn’t Wear Any Of The Clothes I Have Given You? You Do Not Have The Worst Taste, But… Sometimes I Wonder.

I Was Going To Try And Make A Lemon Tart…

[genialattache]

My Apologies, I Forget That.

Perhaps One Night I Will Work Out How You See Colours And Make Some Clothing That Looks The Same To You As It Does To Everyone Else.

It Is Fine, More Amusing Than Anything Else. There Will Be Other Lemon Trees, There Is Only One You.

Would You Like Me To Make SOmething For You In Spandex At Some Stage?

amusedmuralist‌:

you’re t][e firtht perthon to accuthe me of good tathte two not be wearing my thpandex onethie accthidentally

Why…. No, I Am Not Continuing That Line Of Questioning.

You Couldn’t Wear Any Of The Clothes I Have Given You? You Do Not Have The Worst Taste, But… Sometimes I Wonder.

I Was Going To Try And Make A Lemon Tart…