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 ”Many different places, my dear Martian. I was once a scholar and explorer by trade. It was a bit of the family trade. I have been all across Europe and explored at at least some of each continent. Except for Antarctica, for obvious reasons. Nothing much down there, especially culturally speaking. What brings you besides, passing by. if anything else?”

"I suppose I am a scholar and explorer as well. I used to work aboard a ship that traveled… well, all over. As for why I’m here, I suppose this is an educational trip as well as one out of boredom. There are a lot of things to be found on this rock." 

theparanoidhumanoid started following you



 ”Well, you will see that London has much to offer. I am a man, who knows a lot of things about travel. So, I can tell you that it is a wonderful land to pass through. The name is William! William A. Zeppeli! This little hat of mine has been passed from generation to generation. Who might you be?

"Marvin." A first name only never did well with people, so Marvin added his alias addendum. "Marvin Linton. And to where exactly have you traveled?"

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theparanoidhumanoid started following you



 ”Hello there, stranger. May I be of any assistants to you?” William asked as the man began to approach him.

"Only passing through, thank you. Seeing what there was to see. And I see that your hat may be the most flamboyant piece of headwear I’ve seen on this entire continent."

puckish-rogue asked:

[One New Voicemail from Marvin]

Andre, I have little time to say this. After all the universe’s attempts to kill me, it’s likely about to succeed. Before that happens, you need to know a few things.

First, you are one of the most reckless and freakishly energetic individuals on this miserable planet. Second, that is not a bad thing. Your strength and utter refusal to give up are rare traits in the universe. You have far more value than you could possibly know, and that’s even aside from being the leader of the largest syndicate on the planet— I’m off track, but beneath the machismo and violence, you’re a very good man, and one of the few actual friends I’ve had in my life, and that’s a long bloody life. Third thing: Five hundred billion years I’ve been in this wretched existence, and your life is one of the few out of the trillions of people I have seen that actually mattered to me, much less in a way that wasn’t totally abhorrent. 

You are my best friend. Well, “were” by the time you get this. I don’t recommend looking for my body; what I’ve got to do will leave a bit of a mess…


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Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.


Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won’t engulf my head
I can see in infrared
How I hate the night

As I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night


The chamber was huge; high ceilings, some of concrete and some of metal, towered over them, and the pit in front of them reeked of the liquid neurotoxin that had been there for ages in this deteriorating facility. High ledges jutted out of the walls and some were perfect for standing on while others slanted downward at an angle. Several yards across from and above such a ledge was a dilapidated office and, presumably, the way out of here. To the far left of them was another pool of shady green toxins with a concrete ledge in the middle; it was big enough to stand on but too small to neglect utmost caution.

"This looks easy enough. Just follow closely and do what I do, and think fast."

Chell was nervous about risking another life but hid it well. She also hid a small excitement at having some company that wasn’t an AI, and that she could finally speak freely again. “Do you get what we have to do?” she asked.

"Well, from the angles of these ledges, I’d say we would need to find a way to move from ledge to ledge, and toward the exit, in that office up there. Would this be one of the testing chambers I’ve heard, ah, rumors about?"

Of course, it would be getting ahead of himself to let slip that he already knew how she intended to get up there. Blabbing about everything he knew might get her a bit… agitated. So Marvin played the fool for now.

(Source: theparanoidhumanoid)

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Chell stopped too and turned around. “That’s the sort of thing they do here. There was one experiment they said had a side effect of turning your blood into peanut oil. I’m not sure how true that is though.” She turned back around and stood up straight with her gun in hand. “Ready?”

"Oh. Yes. Let’s go." He followed behind her, making a mental note to find any files this place had on their work. This could be a very productive trip after all.

(Source: theparanoidhumanoid)

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“The same people who think injecting people with mantis DNA is a good idea.”

"…I beg your pardon?" Marvin stopped in his tracks.

(Source: theparanoidhumanoid)

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Introduce your muse!


Name: Marvin the Paranoid Android, alias “Marvin Linton”

Age: over 37 times older than the universe (time travel was involved)

Height: 5’10”
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Android
Nationality: None originally, now poses as a UK citizen
Positive Weaknesses (like tickling or cuddling): Old movies, especially bad science fiction
Allergies: N/A
Fears: Dying alone, occasionally spiders 
How sickly they are: Immune to organic disease, systems are very hard to corrupt and/or infect with viruses, though memory corruption may occur
How often do they hurt themselves: Rarely
Relationship Status: Single

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Meet the Mun

((Old photo but whatever))

Name: Jesse
Nickname: N
one, but if you wanna give me one, sure
Mun FC: Um… me?
Height: 5’10”-6’0”, depending on how much I slouch.
Relationship status: single
Birthday: June 8th
Age: 19
Favourite colour: Brown/green/black/???
Favourite singer/band: Can’t pick one
Last song listened: Pain, by Three Days Grace
Last movie watched: Hellraiser
Favourite book: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
Last book read: The Last Campaign: Robert F. Kennedy and 82 Days that Inspired a Nation (it’s for college)
Currently reading: see above
# of siblings: 2
# of pets: 4, three dogs and a cat
Best school subject: English/Computer Science
Mac or PC? PC
Cell phone type: iPhone 5s
Current shirt colour: Blue
Gamer?: YES
Day or night?: Night
Summer or winter?: Winter
Most-visited website? Tumblr, followed by Facebook and Reddit
Celebrity crushes: everyone’s hot, I dunno

(Source: odetteofswanlake)

Take the Pill


Raven focused on the wall of cars and authority figures before them, their distant frames quickly growing larger as the van sped forward. She strained, her shaking hand outstretched towards them.

A couple of the policemen had started to notice the grating of metal behind them.

The grating and shaking of the police cruisers grew louder as the van came closer still; some officers had begun to run for cover.

Others were not so lucky.

Raven let out the large breath she’d been holding in as the wall of cars parted, slamming with explosive force against the buildings to either side of the street. Civilians and officers that had gotten caught in the crossfire were little more than piles of crushed bones and exploded bodyparts on the sidewalks. Flames burst from one not-fully-crushed cruiser, and as Marvin and Raven sped through the now cleared road block, it exploded.

She didn’t want to look behind them at the mess of twisted metal, flames, and screaming people.

Marvin was as pale as his doctor’s coat now, and his hands gripped the wheel for dear life. He tried to speak, but between focusing on the road and the terror of what he just saw, only sputtering could come out.

The city was beginning to fall away into outskirts now, but the dials on the dashboard of the van were dipping ever closer to the red.

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darkmeditation asked:



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cons-science asked:
▲ James and ▲ Olivia ?

Openly and secretly, the results are about the same.



I worry for him. He has had a hard life, but it is getting less terrible. Not quite good, mind you- no one can really have a good life in a universe this vast and horrible, but I digress- but he is doing better. We androids need to stick together.


Forgive the gif from a children’s show; it was all that the fat man had saved that worked.

A wonderful woman, who I care for deeply. As with James, I worry for her all the time. And, I really do love her, in whatever way a mechanical heart can. Interpret that as you will.

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