#INDIGO.

[niveussol]

fixing up a new vtuber model because my old one crashed and burned with the hard drive last year, sooooo-

i'm gonna definitely, DEFINITELY stream this year for sure. make this new year's resolution REAL

[go-foxes]

Location: Team Retreat Date: Friday, August 20th Time: Evening (open)    

Indigo’s on her third year as a Fox, and she doesn’t know why this is the year Wymack’s decided to pull a fast one on them, turning the weekend that should have been their last hurrah before the schoolyear and the season officially started into some kind of summer camp. 

Indigo doesn’t hate the great outdoors, but this isn’t exactly a beach in the Pacific, or a safari in Africa. This is South Carolina at the tail end of the summer. It’s humid, there are mosquitoes, and tomorrow Indigo’s going to have to do trust falls. It sounds like torture. 

And Indigo didn’t exactly go to summer camp, but she did go to boarding school. She’s been sleeping in shitty dorms for years, even when you would have thought that the exorbitant tuition costs her parents paid would have gotten her something nicer. Her boarding school even had a lake to be picturesque on the front of all of their brochures, though in reality it was mostly used to get drunk next to after sneaking out from under the watchful eyes of their dorm parents. 

Going to college from that felt mostly like a lateral move. Going from college to this for a weekend feels like a step down. 

They’ve barely arrived, but Indigo’s gotten enough of a look at their accommodations to know that she’s not exactly psyched for the rest of the weekend, and the promise of a bonfire and s’mores isn’t exactly changing her mind. 

“Do you think, if we make a break for it now, we could hitchhike back to society?” She says. “I’m pretty sure this counts as cruel and unusual punishment, and we haven’t even lost a game yet.” 

[rvidenz]

CHOQUE  CON THORAN, INDIGO y ZENKO 📍  subsuelo c.

los espejos sin lugar a duda era el peor nivel de todos, obligándolo a caminar con la mirada baja todo el tiempo al no soportar su propio reflejo. todo el tiempo persiguiéndolo, mirándolo de vuelta. lo detestaba. estaba concentrado en caminar la mirada puesta en la punta de sus zapatos que no se da cuenta cuando termina chocando con otra silueta haciéndolo perder el equilibrio.  ‘  lo siento, no te vi.  ’   se disculpa aún con mirada baja, sosteniéndose de uno de los espejos con su codo, todavía sin levantar la cabeza.    (   @thorvn​ @indgos​ @zcnkko​  )  

[bethfuller]

thousands of years apart, ships are burning

find me on instagram!

[indigosfindings]

mobile games taught me that women are always freezing in cold houses

[electric-rabbits]

I was looking up the 90's folk movement, as one does, and this search suggestion fucking got me

Oh man she is SO gender, like you wouldn't believe it

[an-inspired-eternity]

very good dex entry

[ultimashadowx]

HERE THEY COME.

[deepydanny]

Hungry....

[crabussy]

hey everypony ^_^ found out that this topic genuinely stresses me out and people telling me my perception of colours is wrong, even in a joking manner, is extremely distressing, and will cause me to have to try and prove myself which is stressful and takes up a lot of time and effort that could be spent having fun and playing. this is the post that made me look into an OCD diagnosis

I originally thought I made this post to be funny but um !!! turns out it was very real stress and frustration that I had to joke about because it feels lame to be this worked up over colours. feel free to reblog just. ? be civil ??? get normal about it ?? if you don't I am stomping you to death with my hooves.. thank you I love you have fun with your blorbos tell your friends you love them etc [:

[go-foxes]

Location: Bowling Alley Date: Saturday, May 1st Time: Evening (open​)  

She can’t remember the last time she went bowling. 

If she had to choose how to spend her Friday night, it wouldn’t be chucking balls at pins—(if you asked her, she spent enough time playing with balls at practice)—while wearing ugly shoes that had been on too many other people’s feet, but since it’s for Marley’s birthday, she isn’t going to complain. 

Or, at least, she had noble intentions of not complaining, but then someone had the bright idea that because of their natural athleticism they should play without bumpers, and Indigo has had to spend round after round watching her ball go into the gutter and not into the pins at all. 

The round isn’t even over yet, and she’s already feeling like a sore loser. 

When it’s her turn again, she make a big show out of picking just the right ball, even though she doesn’t really know the difference between any of them, before squaring herself towards the pins and half-heartedly telling herself that this time is the time she unlocks her inner bowling champion and gets a strike and makes everyone else on the team cry with jealousy, or whatever. 

But, when she lets the ball go, it’s back in the gutter again. The stupid pin picker-upper thing still comes down, though, makes its little sweep like it’s mocking her, and then it’s someone else’s turn.

“I forfeit,” she says with a groan, dropping back onto the plastic bench to await her next round of torture, tipping her head up towards the ceiling so she doesn’t have to watch someone be better than her at bowling. “This is rigged, or something, It’s a conspiracy. How the fuck is bowling so hard?”

[jay-wasstuff]

[mawguai]

I want to go back and talk to you

[indigosfindings]

im obsessed with the world of donkey kong, where the "barrel" is an abstracted, functionless object that seems to just manifest in the wild

[redcallisto]

I loved his progression. what a silly little guy

[lustrous-dreams]

lets talk it out buddy