Tumgik
#desk of employee432
neverendingparable · 6 years
Note
James approached John, in his own form, not Jim's. This was /his/ fight to fight, not Jim's. He had nothing to do with it. If he could somehow salvage Jim and Stanley's friendship then that was swell. But that wasn't the main concern. "I hear you've been tormenting a certain female Employee. I suppose you haven't heard the news. We don't allow Narrators to do what they so wish with employees anymore. We treat them like people." James confronted the other Narrator. "There will be punishments."
#throwback
3 notes · View notes
demoken-blog · 6 years
Text
Desk of employee432
Miriam felt as though shed been walking for hours.. exhausted the woman returned to the lounge looking at the couch with distaste..could she even sleep on this bland looking hunk of furniture..her throbbing feet told her yes she could, setting her shoes down by the couch miriam sat down..brushing her fingers through her hair as she did, trying to sooth herself to sleep, laying on her side she faced away from the room into the couch, not wanting to think about where she was anymore.
@desk-of-employee432
7 notes · View notes
wolffyluna · 6 years
Text
desk-of-employee432 replied to your post: Animorphs Question
honestly either way should work. I’ve seen adults reading it for the first time and they seem to be enjoying it. I also see people who read the series when they were younger/kids doing rereads and they also seem to get a kick out of it.
Thank you!
1 note · View note
Note
🍀
a fact that the muse isnt aware of:
The Acolyte has no idea that she and the Pawn are related by blood. She hates him, though, not only because he opposes Maelle, but because she thinks he’s an imposter.
2 notes · View notes
klutzycustodian · 7 years
Text
desk-of-employee432
“I expected better from an Andalite such as yourself.” Sub Visser 432 commented, looking somewhere between amused and disappointed.
“Or are you just a cowardly Aristh? The bottom of the barrel of the Andalite military?
I suppose I can take this as a sign that we’re winning this war after all.” The red headed host shrugged his shoulders, never moving his dracon beam away from the Andalite.
Anthony- the host- had never seen an Andalite in person. He’d seen plenty of other aliens. If he wasn’t a backseat passenger in his own life because of one, maybe it’d be more interesting to him.
<I’ll finally have a proper host, not this sad excuse of one. I suppose the one good thing to have come out of our short time together is that I didn’t need to do much to make you submit.> Sub Visser 432 commented dully.
“Good night, Andalite filth.” And then Sub Visser 432 pulled the trigger, watching the alien drop to the floor unconscious.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
Leaving and entering hosts were always a pain, even if it was part of your biology and what you were meant to do.
He’d never been fond of having to squeeze his way through tiny spaces, pull and push this way and that.
He was careful, so very careful to keep in mind what he was still in control of with Andy. He had to keep him immobile enough that he couldn’t get up and try to rip him out of even worse, apart.
Sight went first, then speech, the Sub Visser’s world went dark once again as he dug his way out from ear to another.
After that went sound, not that he needed it right now, the only sound being the hum of the lights and the faint noises from the machines.
Smell and ‘feel’ went last, he was almost entirely detached, he could still feel Anthony’s fear and…expectancy from what parts of him remained in there.
Oh, the Andalite mind, Sub VIsser 432 wouldn’t call himself an expert on Andalites or even a fanatic. But gaining one had been such a boost to Visser 3, surely it would offer something equally fantastic to him as well right?
The andalite’s ears pivot comically, tips twitching as he strains to catch the sub-visser’s words. Gangly legs give a start, cloven hooves picking at recently swept tile. His tail is low, its end erect and alert. It would be all too easy to strike the controller with his tail-blade and be done with it, but ever absentminded was he, too caught up in the fear that gripped at his hearts.
He sputters out in thoughtspeak, syllables of incongruous sentence fragments that are ultimately put down with the dracon beam sears his fur and makes him hit the floor like a ton of bricks.
When he awakes, Wheatley is instantly aware that something is horribly, horribly wrong. There’s the debilitating, omnipresent feeling that he isn’t alone, exacerbated by the inability to move his limbs. What was this? Surely the blast shouldn’t have caused any permanent muscular damage. Even he knew that.
Instead, his words come in the form of struggling thoughts, crying out for response.
< Hello? >
@desk-of-employee432
4 notes · View notes
obsolete-parable · 5 years
Note
Schwartz leans on Anderson nonchalantly. "What're you doing, Anders? Do you wanna do something fun? Like paint the walls?"
Tumblr media
“You seem in a good mood today. I’ll bite--what color would you prefer?”
1 note · View note
employee210 · 6 years
Text
desk-of-employee432 replied to your photoset “Super Danganronpa 2 sprites for my ocs bc I’m trash.”
...Harold UwU Clyde
canon
6 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media
this is Pan the fusion of Pink and @desk-of-employee432 andy!:>
5 notes · View notes
outofcontextdiscord · 6 years
Note
I was told to ask Mod Boa why they're a snake. So...why /are/ you a snake?
Boa is short for Boa Constrictor. That nickname was one I gave myself a few years ago at the Girl Scout Camp I work at, where we have nicknames, and it was chose purely cause I really like snakes.
So now it’s my internet alias.
8 notes · View notes
jukeboxrocker · 6 years
Text
you: mango me, an intellectual: mars bar
2 notes · View notes
iantomckay · 6 years
Note
22,23,35
Vi!!!!!!!!!! Okay let’s do this!
22: Are you a morning person?
God no! Tho i do have to wake up at some ungodly hour in the morning because of work:(
23: What’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
Just lay in bed, read and chat with my friends.
35: Do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? Do you use them often?Well i do use pens often because i have to write a lot things down at work, but no I’m not really a “fan” of the whole “stationary and pens” sort of thing if that makes sense?
1 note · View note
neverendingparable · 6 years
Text
desk-of-employee432 replied to your post: “Someone help me get rid of these monsters -...
James: no
"Fuck you!!"
4 notes · View notes
kaguraspetsims · 6 years
Photo
Tumblr media
@desk-of-employee432 hell yeah it is lol, I love that lore point so much |D
1 note · View note
Text
desk-of-employee432 replied to your post “Soooo,,, what if I were to make a Harold RP Blog? I’ve been...”
you could always do a multimuse blog, it's what I do and it's kinda useful when your muse for one character isn't as strong.
Very true! I was actually thinking of trying both Harold and George bc Idk how big the fandom is rp-wise and it’s more fun when the both of them are together, y’know? I’ll definitely consider it
3 notes · View notes
obsolete-parable · 5 years
Note
Schwarz grins, batting his eyes at Harold. He'll for something easy, he thinks. "Say, Harold, why do you like me so much? Or perhaps you can tell me, why am I always drawn to you, when you're not even my protagonist?"
Tumblr media
“You don’t remember a damn thing. You don’t even remember sitting in my office as I checked your vitals. The only reason you’re here is because you were strapped for cash and you were lead to believe that a few weeks of testing would get you easy money. I knew this and I still let you think you were going to see your family again. We didn’t even have to decency to call you by your own name. I hated calling you Stanley---like you were just some, some nobody who didn’t deserve to be called by his actual title. 
“And He mangled you. Chad woke up day and he found everything flatlined. You were essentially brain dead and he knew deep down that Alvin found a way to do it. You’re a patchwork of code doing a job you weren’t even made for. The back-up AI wasn’t even supposed to be sentient, but Alvin somehow found a way to make that happen too.
“And do you know what the worst part is? I don’t remember your real first name.”
11 notes · View notes
employee210 · 6 years
Note
Jim smiled at Marlise, tired. "It's been a while, huh?"
Marlise didn’t even respond scooping Jim up in a huge hug, burying her face in his shoulder.
“Where have you been?”
2 notes · View notes