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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

I'm gonna have to check that out. I love Lorde but haven't really ventured out of the popular stuff. She's sooooo cuteeeee, that's a great picture! This one is my favorite: (credit: nagisashioo on tumblr)

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

Big ups to Lobster Guy

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

Decided to post a little space lesbians drabble thing I did a while ago. If you know me, you know a bitch *loves* writing in anything but straightforward prose. Imo every story should be done epistolary style, but that's just me. Trying to stylize a DOS prompt was a lot of fun.

>: Enter Password.
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>: **********
>: ERROR: Old password detected. It’s been 1086 days since password was last changed. Would you like to start recovery process?
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>: BYPASS DETECTED: SHUTTING DOWN SYS/
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>: Welcome. You have one overdue reminder: “Come back and finish my thought, cause my therapist said so.” Would you like to access reminder? (y/n)
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>: n
>: Continuing to main menu.
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>: Main Menu. Please select an option:
>: 1) New Journal Entry.
>: 2) View Previous Entry.
>: 3) View Entry Database.
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>: Accessing…

April 17th, 2537:

I saw your ship.
Same as it ever was, minus a few welded-on panels where hull should have been. I could hardly believe that it still flew, let alone performed well enough to earn a few new marks. Though you always were good at tinkering with things until they worked.
Or fell apart.
I can’t believe it’s been three years and I still have the impulse to punch in the door code and flop onto that travesty you call a couch. I also can’t believe that some of the best naps I ever had were on that stupid thing.
Worst of all, I can’t believe I miss it.
You’d probably ask something stupid like, “Miss what?” with a dumb smirk on your face as if you didn’t know exactly what I was talking about. And then of course I’d start listing things like a dolt, and you’d listen to me pour my heart out to you like you were doing something charitable instead of having me play into your hand like you always did. If you were feeling generous, you’d cut off my insane rambling by picking me up and squeezing the air out of me so I’d spare myself the embarrassment of chattering on like some lovesick puppy.
That would also have me playing into your hand anyway, because I miss those bone-crushing hugs, too.
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Ah, shit. Back to work.
!setreminder: Come back and finish my thought, cause my therapist said so.
>: End of Entry. Returning to Main Menu.
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>: Main Menu. Please select an option:
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April 26th, 2537:

You should take better care of your belongings, sweetheart, otherwise how will you journal about me on your lunch break?
I’m surprised you’re still manning that mining laser and not running the guild by now, or started your own. Used to be you wouldn’t shut up about how you were gonna strike out and take the system by the balls, that and the fumes from the lasers turning people’s brains to mulch.
Lost your ambition since we split? Figures.
Wait why can’t I backspace

>: ERROR: Backspace is disabled. See: “therapist instructions” entry for more information.
What the fuck
!delete
>: ERROR: Unrecognized Command.
How do you delete shit on this
!backspace
>: ERROR: Unrecognized Command.
!newentry
>: ERROR: Unrecognized Command.
!shutdown
>: ERROR: Unable to Shutdown while editing new entry.
!formatyourselfyouworthlesspieceoftechnocrap
>: ERROR: Unrecognized Command.
Damn it. You always were better with this stuff than me. Fucking error code came back on my ship’s diag and I haven’t been able to clear it since the last time you did it for me.
I didn’t mean what I wrote. Seems like my bad habit of speaking before thinking extends to this hell-machine, too.
I wanted to use this opportunity to tease you some more, which I guess is what you’d be expecting and also why…
Well, let it never be said I’m completely predictable.
I’m sorry. For everything that I said. For not being able to give you what you needed. For just generally being a miserable bitch to be around.
I don’t expect you to forgive me, or to even read this entry before deleting it because you know some magical way to make it happen, but if you do and you feel like talking some more…
I’m on station for a few days. The door code is the same.

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 15/05/2025

There's also whatever these three have going on

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

How it's going for me tonight

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 30/04/2025

Apparently I've got CF Cathmir on the brain. I'm sorry this is a little more angsty than you were probably hoping, but... it ends on a good note?

Shamir is good at what she does. She always has been. Whatever’s asked of her, she accomplishes to the best of her ability—and if her ability isn’t good enough, she’ll work until it is. That’s who she is and always has been. But this…

“Cath… Eat.”

The shaggy blonde sitting in front of her just continues to stare into the forest, giving no indication that she even heard the mercenary. Shamir sets the plate of food down next to Catherine and steps into her view. “I get it, I do,” she starts, looking into the former Knight of Seiros’ remaining eye, “but c’mon, Cath. You could be in prison right now, or left in the rubble of Fhirdiad.” There’s no joy in explicitly reminding Catherine of the worst day of her life, but the knight had always responded to Shamir’s bluntness before, so maybe it would work this time, too?

Catherine shifts in her chair, the crutches laying across her lap scraping together gently, but her gaze remains fixed on a point past Shamir and her voice remains silent. Shamir sighs and starts to walk back towards their shared cabin. “I think about that day a lot, too… What it would have been like to lose you completely. Just… eat. For me.”

Another non-response has her continuing back to the cabin. Just as she’s about to enter and forget all about today, she hears the clattering of crutches and the scraping of cutlery. She just scoffs, her mouth quirked in amusement, and walks inside, the weight on her shoulders subsiding ever so slightly.

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

This isn't particularly good, but I don't care to make it any better because wtf. Good shitpost, though.

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

Space lesbian encounters Feelings for the first time and has to reckon with that fact. (I think she's super neat, too. The Prime games are my favorites.)

“You know, you should never trust strangers, Sammy.”

Gandrayda was dead. Samus had to defeat her to continue her mission; the same phazon that’s coursing through her veins had corrupted Gandrayda utterly and completely. That didn’t change the fact that watching her eerie doppelgänger absorb her rival bounty hunter was intensely upsetting. Dark Samus had done the same to Rundas and Ghor, and now it was just her. Alone. Again…

It wasn’t like she knew Gandrayda especially well, but something about it left her emptier than usual.

…

The pulsing blue veins streaking her face refocused her. There wasn’t much time left. She would avenge them. She had to.

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

i saw my good pal @stergeon.bsky.social doing drabbles and thought, "wow that looks fun, maybe i should try it," and then immediately regretted doing it because "word limit suck" - arrow 2025 anyway here's what i wrote for "widowtracer bein' cute" - @thehegemoncaller.bsky.social #widowtracer

“C’mon, five more minutes?”

“Non. We’re supposed to be working, Lena.”

It was true. Overwatch and Talon were both at the convention, the former trying to keep the latter from their would-be terror plot. But that didn’t mean that Tracer and Widowmaker couldn’t make the best of a bad situation. It was especially hard to bemoan her luck as Lena watched Amélie slide her satin dress back up her lithe body… It was almost as delicious as watching it slip down to the floor. Almost.

“I hate this.”

“Moi aussi,” Amélie replied mournfully, looking back over her shoulder. “Zip me?”

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 19/03/2025

Maybe you're right...

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 17/03/2025

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Arrow @arrow44755.bsky.social · 16/01/2025

If this says anything, I was one of the first 🤣🤣 The manic writing sessions are always so great in the moment, but looking back, they're usually not as good as we think they are, so I get it, lmao. I'm hoping I can gather some reading strength and get through my backlog (this included) soon 🙏🏻

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