Jessa Speaks

Safe in The hotel. My plane came in on time, so been here since about 1am. Lost Jack and his dad for...

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:53:47 +0100

Safe in The hotel. My plane came in on time, so been here since about 1am. Lost Jack and his dad for a while, but now we’re all together. Going shopping, an getting foods
, will be in Kadath cosplay at SPWF later. 8D

eheehhehehehehhehehehe

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:19:13 +0100

eheehhehehehehhehehehe

WELL APPARENTLY TWIG FOLLOWS ME

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:12:38 +0100

WELL APPARENTLY TWIG FOLLOWS ME

Chillaxin’ on Jackdaw’s sofa. 5am start tomorrow. Laters.

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:55:08 +0100

Chillaxin’ on Jackdaw’s sofa. 5am start tomorrow.

Laters.

How to tell a good ginger beer; one sniff makes you sneeze.

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:41:13 +0100

How to tell a good ginger beer;

one sniff makes you sneeze.

rubicon-art: featherbook: //ooc; Okay guys, just so you know, as of tomorrow I’m not going to be...

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:40:09 +0100

rubicon-art:

featherbook:

//ooc; Okay guys, just so you know, as of tomorrow I’m not going to be here, I’m going to the Steam Punk World’s Fair. I’m travelling down to Jackdaw’s house tomorrow and getting a very early plane. I’ll be there late Thursday/very early Friday :) If you want updates, check Panther-Walls or RuralJackdaw’s blog because my phone can’t do tumblr.

:D

Feel free to say hi if you see me!

HERE IS AN INFORMATION

There is no panic like the raw panic of accidentally signing up for something expensive when you...

Sat, 11 May 2013 20:18:44 +0100

There is no panic like the raw panic of accidentally signing up for something expensive when you only wanted a free trial.

So I just accidentally discovered that this gif syncs pretty much perfectly with Suspender Man.

Fri, 10 May 2013 12:30:12 +0100

So I just accidentally discovered that this gif syncs pretty much perfectly with Suspender Man.

Jessa: and omg pig tree

Wed, 08 May 2013 23:09:24 +0100

[23:06:03] Jessa: and omg pig tree
[23:07:39] Mark Abbott: Like a mini tesco
[23:08:00] Mark Abbott: wrong chat.

Kadath Laboratories at SPWF

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:49:42 +0100

kadathlaboratories:

Hello Ladies and Gents.

Funds have become available to allow us to investigate an important location. Information has come to us that there is going to be an infection of craft poisoning at the event. Therefore, the Kadath Lab scientists will be in attendance to investigate the truth in the claims.

If you believe you have been infected, feel free to approach us to be detained for testing.

- Dr Jessa.

Beep boop. Will be in Kadath costume most likely on the FRIDAY.

ruraljackdaw: featherbook: rubicon-art: Not many of you will...

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:48:13 +0100

ruraljackdaw:

featherbook:

rubicon-art:

Not many of you will know this, but in 2002/3, I won a competition. It was an all-England competition to go to the set of the show Art Attack and meet the presenter and co-creator, Neil Buchanan. I drew with the other girl here; she created a painting, painted on bits of eggshell. I made a model dragon. I still don’t know how this happened - hers was amazing, much better than mine. I’m sorry that I don’t know her name.

Anyway, I thought I’d prove the thing. The orange tint is because the studio lights didn’t like the camera.

//ooc; Proof of a thing! I still have the dragon. He’s a bit tatty now, but I have him.

I’M CRY YOU WERE SO CUTE

What went wrong? Lol that was just when I started getting fat.

rubicon-art: Not many of you will know this, but in 2002/3, I...

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:43:41 +0100

rubicon-art:

Not many of you will know this, but in 2002/3, I won a competition. It was an all-England competition to go to the set of the show Art Attack and meet the presenter and co-creator, Neil Buchanan. I drew with the other girl here; she created a painting, painted on bits of eggshell. I made a model dragon. I still don’t know how this happened - hers was amazing, much better than mine. I’m sorry that I don’t know her name.

Anyway, I thought I’d prove the thing. The orange tint is because the studio lights didn’t like our camera.

So there’s a ten year old me being the biggest dork in the world XD

If I ever get a tiger pattern jacket I’m gonna call it my Richard Parka.

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:14:10 +0100

If I ever get a tiger pattern jacket I’m gonna call it my Richard Parka.

lulz-time: This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:12:28 +0100

lulz-time:

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

Jessafox: Dad without his hat is making me incredibly uncomfortable

Sat, 04 May 2013 06:41:16 +0100

Jessafox: Dad without his hat is making me incredibly uncomfortable
[6:37 AM] ayoung2345: do it
[6:39 AM] jessafox: DID I TYPE DAD
[6:39 AM] jessafox: I MEANT TO TYPED DAVID
[6:39 AM] jessafox: FUCK
[6:39 AM] jessafox: ING
[6:39 AM] jessafox: SOBBING

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:56:58 +0100

Written with permission from Psi. Set in the DerelictVerse at it’s current stage in the fanfic…

triggers; vomiting, blood, uuh… ??

“Sorry.”

“Michael-“

“But I am sorry.”

“I thought you’d gotten over this. It’s /not your fault./ Now, please, stop talking.”

“… Sorry.”

Steve would’ve sighed but every noise was making his head throb today. He wouldn’t let them stop, thugh. He kept moving, feet clanging on the ground, the clicks and whirls of the robots making his head spin faster. They moved into another chamber, and he fell to his knees, violently throwing up. The whole group recoiled as they heard the sdistant plips of the acid he brought up hitting the toxic water below. It was The Spine who made the decision. Michael was too nervous to say anything; Sam scowling to hide his concern. Blocking Rabbit with one arm, the titanium automaton spoke in as soft a voice he could manage, keeping distant.

“We’re staying here until you feel better, Steve.” he ordered.

Steve had curled on his side, fists pressed over his ears, face half off of the edge. Michael lifted him up as best he could, as they all agreed - silently - that Steve wouldn’t cope with the ticking robots so close. Draping the man’s arm over his shoulder, Michael dragged him away. They got him into a vaguely comfortable position, still curled up in a ball. The ohters gathered a distance away. This chamber seemed simple enough; a long falal across, get a cube, and a faith plate to the platform that unlocked the door. The robots set their backs to the wall, settling. With Steve softly whimpering in the background, flinching at the unintentional noises escaping - they wished they could help. But what could they do? The Spine allowed himself to slip into stasis as the others around him did the same.

Only Michael was awake, a few hours later; the chamber had automatically dimmed itself, and everything was quiet. Steve’s breathing had settled to a stage where Michael knew he was asleep, his body generous to allow him a little break. Sam, braced with his back to the wall, not far from the ‘bots, who all whirred and clicked gently in their shutdown state. The toxic water swished, slow like treacle, adding a slightly nasty bitterness to the dusty air. Not bad enough to bother him. He finally shut his eyes, thinking to get a little rest -

CRAACSHHT -

Something exploded! Something exploded and they were dying, a klaxon was blaring, Steve was screaming - no. No. The lights had come on, that was the light - Sam was on his feet, head twisting around like an animal, spotting the cause in seconds. The tube that held the cubes had broken, sending a deluge of litter, broken turrets, shattered cubes - creating a racket like gunfire. But the klaxon wasn’t from the room. /The Robots/. Michael had realised too. They turned together to see Rabbit stood straight as a pole, his eyes painfully bright. The klaxon noise broke off - Michael was conflicted, but Rabbit had The Spine and Sam. He crouched next to Steve, fighting the urge to apologise as he listened to the agonised in-gasps.

The Spine stared at Rabbit, his hands fluttering a touch uselessly around Rabbit’s frame. What the hell could he do? The copper ‘bot was having a major malfunction. The Spine could understand completely - Rabbit’s logic processors weren’t as good as Te Spine’s,hadn’t stopped him from engaging this mode - like a black box recorder. Without moving his mouth, Rarbbit began to play back recordings he’d deemed ‘important’. Glitches made his voice jump and skip, the recordings staticky with age, head cracking sideways with sharp crunching noises.

“Th-th-three robots tttto test, how c-c-curious.” the robotic female tones were easily recognisable, even mutilated by Rabbit’s vocaliser malfunctions. Michael looked around, disconcerted; Sam stepped back, eyes as wide as saucers. A soft, ragged plea escaped his throat. The Jon let out a sharp scream. It tailed off into a high pitched keening, terrified. Steve jerked on the ground, digging his nails into his scalp. They were already ground in enough to cut, causing bleeding. The air system wasn’t healing it, the nails still in place, blood trickling down his neck. Under the horrific noise from The Jon, Rabbit’s recordings of GLaDOS continued to play, accompanied by sparking and twitches. The noise was overwhelming. Panic kicking in, clutching his brother, The Spine looked at Michael. “Do something!” the plea escaped him with a plume of steam.

Michael didn’t know what to do about Steve - he knew even being close like this would hurt him, but he couldn’t draw away. Yes -he could stop this. He moved to Rabbit’s side - ignore the words - “Oh, is the l-l-little one struggling? I’ll me-mel-melt him down first -” realising this was the AI that they’d mentioned. “What’s the ppppoint of a robot-ot that can /die/?” that response was clicking into place, everything Sam had told him. /She’d gone crazy/. He stood behind the glitching robot, reaching out, hands touching over the metal.

“I’m going to have to force him into stasis -“

“Just /do it/!” the Spine yelped. Michael’s hands flew over the copper robot, finding hidden switches. He shut down, with a nasty grating squeal. A hiss of static as his voice stopped, eyes dimming. The Jon had hot oil dripping onto the ground from his gold face. Sam forced his head from the shellshock, crouching, grabbing the bag and tugging QWERTY free. She was jabbering desperately as Sam shoved her nto Jon’s arms. Michael breathed an apology to Rabbit, crouching next to The Jon, on the other side to Sam - the man was useless at comfrot, but logical. Holding the little machine, The Jon automatically started trying to calm her, calming himself in the process.

Steve had blacked out. Now, compared to the noise from before, everything was almost too quiet. The Spine was stood, bolt upright, next to the stature-like Rabbit. His eyes glowed, lips compressed into a thin black line. He moved sharply, to Steve’s side, having made his decision. In a smooth movement he scooped Steve up. Sam looked at him, then nodded, instantly understanding, Michael following suit. In a few minutes, Sam had the door open; the Spine took Steve through, then came back through, collecting Rabbit. The Jon was coaxed to his feet by Michael and QWERTY, persuaded into the next room, with Sam carrying the bag.

They settled into the corridor, the gap between elevator and emancipating grill. Rabbit was powered back on, confused, apologetic when it was quietly explained what he’d done. A few hours later, Steve sat up, and suggested moving on. They continued into the next chamber.

Nobody had had any sleep.

rubicon-art: kittenesque: actualvriskaserket: bloosweater: te...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 06:56:00 +0100

rubicon-art:

kittenesque:

actualvriskaserket:

bloosweater:

teppelin:

sexyspoon:

pyrates:

i think this is how i feel most of the time

i got u balloons

omg you are so cute

i got u a cat

i made you a cake

I bring you attractive singing robots

I’m on a horse.

I WILL NOT APOLOGISE

hachikyusan: rubicon-art: This is hopebird. Hopebird is a...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 05:29:41 +0100

hachikyusan:

rubicon-art:

This is hopebird.

Hopebird is a little project idea of mine. He’s transparent, and I’m giving permission to use this as you want as long as you don’t profit from it.

I want you to put hopebird on your blog (either reblog this or take the image and put it on your blog) if you are a SAFE ZONE. That means anyone who has this logo on their blog will not judge you based on your race, age, religion, sexuality, ability, gender, appearance, or anything. If you see hopebird, it means that this person is open to talk to and offer you support if you need it.

For some reason, I felt it was necessary in my life to fanart this.

HIGH PITCHED SQUEALING THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOSH

kookybat: “Cute little fellow! Awkward, and helpless. Named him...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 04:24:19 +0100

kookybat:

“Cute little fellow! Awkward, and helpless. Named him Gorbash, in honor of the contest. For it was rather gory, and I did get a bit bashed about.”

rubicon-art: This is hopebird. Hopebird is a little project...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 04:18:06 +0100

rubicon-art:

This is hopebird.

Hopebird is a little project idea of mine. He’s transparent, and I’m giving permission to use this as you want as long as you don’t profit from it.

I want you to put hopebird on your blog (either reblog this or take the image and put it on your blog) if you are a SAFE ZONE. That means anyone who has this logo on their blog will not judge you based on your race, age, religion, sexuality, ability, gender, appearance, or anything. If you see hopebird, it means that this person is open to talk to and offer you support if you need it.

How the everloving banana did this clear 1000 notes in a few hours?