Once Corvus Put Out The Cigarette, Josh Moved Closer, Setting His Laptop Bag Down On The Desk While They

Once Corvus put out the cigarette, Josh moved closer, setting his laptop bag down on the desk while they spoke. "I think anyone would be lucky to have been a corvid in a precious life," he offered a smile, "They are among the most intelligent birds."

The gothic style was definitely one that always described Corvus well. Josh remembered their days at college, such distant memories now. They might not have been as close as others, but since they both ended up teaching, some of their classes did end up aligning just enough they could at least be friendly. At least as much as one could be with a quiet outcast. His overall attitude or outlook never really bothered Josh. Honestly, he was busy enough without worrying too much about other people. Still - he knew the rumors, heard the stories...

"Miss James is a bright young woman," Josh nodded, looking up from the plush bird back to Corvus, "No doubt one that could go far in whatever she chooses," bringing up Corvus' popularity once more made Josh pause, keeping that little smile, "Times change, as well as our peers. And of course, what anyone says now really holds far less weight than it did before. They can talk. But, there is no denying how much your students like you."

The thought made Josh hesitate, taking a breath as if something had only just occurred to him. It was just something that he couldn't quite get out of his head, "...I suppose that's something I can't quite relate to. At least not entirely."

The incident was months in the past now, and Josh had fully healed from it. But, only physically. There was still the matter of his mind and the matter of who attacked him to handle. The story was all over campus, whispers of different versions even making their way back to him. Everyone had their own opinion about it, but not a single person was owning up or even knew anything. Josh was starting to wonder if they had even been students at all.

"I'm sure that's one thing I don't quite need to explain, but, I did want to ask you something," he raised his eyes to meet Corvus' own, "Have you heard anything? Anything different than the rumors about my attack?"

@creation-is-chaos / xxx

"Good. Not so bad, huh?" Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, Jordi pulled out his keys, "I've got a phone in the car you can use. No funny shit or I'm pulling the trigger. That's you're only warning," once they made it to the end of the alley, he lowered the gun to her back more conspicuously, shifting around her to unlock the passenger door for her, "Get in."

The car was a classic 70′s Chevy muscle car, the sort that got all the attention at car shows. Dark red with black stripes across the top. It was well taken car of, pristine condition despite it’s age. His pride and joy, Jordi considered it his favorite of his collection. One he had searched for and held on to, especially for those times when he just wanted to cruise down the highway and draw the envy of strangers. His favorite past time for sure. 

Jordi shoved the girl down into the seat and closed the door behind her, moving around the front to the drivers side, “All I wanted was a shawarma wrap and maybe a side of coleslaw - something quick and simple so I can get back to this shitty job I’m stuck with - here,” he reached down under the seat and took out a smart phone, holding it out to her. The gun still pointed at her, he started the car, “Get to it, we don’t have all day.”

@ineffablemuses​ / xxx

Logical, that's the way Ben seemed to be approaching this. The way Five had hoped he could approach it. But, there was just something incredibly illogical about this whole thing. Like logic didn’t apply to time travel - a fact that made as much sense as it didn’t. 

“The problem with time travel and something like - like the end of the world is that every little thing matters. Every little thing pushes us one step closer to the end,” he fidgeted his hands a bit, giving one shake of his head, “Nothing is insignificant and that’s exactly what makes it so hard to figure out what is going to happen. What is going to go exactly right - exactly as planned.” 

As planned. The Handler always said that this timeline was meant to go this way. The apocalypse was a fixed event that was always supposed to happen. That never sat right with Five. Why was the world meant to end so soon? So seemingly random? It clearly wasn’t some divine intervention, rather just some specific series of events that were meant to kill everyone and everything. 

He focused his attention back on Ben, squelching the helpless feeling building up once more in his chest. This he could control, this he could handle. There was still time before it all ended. “The spatial jumps are not the same as the time jumps. Yes, I can jump anywhere no problem - could do it in my sleep if I wanted to. But, time travel isn’t the same. You have to take into account the calculations for the precise time and place. Just moving through time could see you end up inside of something, or even too far underwater. It has to be exact.”

Five turned back to the rest of the room and the various whiteboards around. He gave a little, thoughtful tilt to his head as he approached them once again, “It would be easier to show you. So, which one of these are you willing to part with?”

@bottledmoonlight / xxx

So I was talking with a friend about how Zen would get one of these badly translated Shirts with english text and I went a little overboard. I think they are great but Zen would probably only choose the last one since…yeah. (Mondatta would be rolling in his grave if he saw him in the first ones haha)

starters based on our Discord Greatest Hits shoutout to my friends for being so funny

26 starters

« you stole a baby?! »

« what is mine craft? »

« battery acid tastes fizzy! »

« i never cried in my entire life. »

« you were a meanie poopoohead. »

« what are you gonna do, stab me? »

« silence, child with too many bones. »

« they can be uhhhhh you know. assholes. yea. »

« boi i swear you better stop that heroic business. »

« hold on i was in the middle of reading some mango. »

« you guys don’t emotionally manipulate your minions? »

« i can’t hear you over the sound of your pretentious drivel. »

« stop. stop saying words. everything you just said was awful. »

« mom come pick me up they’re talking about my bones again. »

« when i find him, i will take an electric razor and shave him bald. »

« “why can’t we all be friends?” because some of these people suck. »

« i have so much pent up nervous energy i could snap someone in half. »

« you know what, my fault for trying to question the logistic of clown power. »

« most ghosts i met were nice anyway, so there’s no need to worry, i’m sure. »

« “my man is perfect” your man doesn’t know how to make a minecraft sword. »

« in case you couldn’t tell from the ee-mo-gee, that is me making a face of confusion. »

« i do not know who this shrek person is and such anecdotes are of little interest to me. »

« i swear to fucking god i will beat your ass so bad your partner will have nothing to clap. »

« if you don’t scream a little or forcefeed someone their dices during a DND session, it’s NOT a good DND session. »

« i’m in the middle of important matters and you’re “blowing up” my notifications on this “phone” that i “stole” for myself. »

« we are going over to my mom’s house for plum pie and PLEASE do not talk about you could, quote, do a “human centipede better” at the table. »

Feeling better little by little 👌 I plan to get some writing done soon, just as soon as I get the energy for it. 🥺

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