baneofyourexistencia:

[[I’ve lost like every muse I have.

So, uh…yeah. Thought I’d explain my temporary absence. Dunno when I’ll return, either.

So.

Bye~]]


[[lol nope passing out now.

lady walt will return.]]

posted 1 year ago
#ooc

blackwidownatasha:

agentwaltburnham:

blackwidownatasha:

agentwaltburnham replied to your post: [ONCE JUST CAME ON PANDORA RADIO AND OMG RENNER…

[[HAY GURL]]

HAI GURL HAI

[[IT’S TOO BAD YOU GOT ON THO BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO GO TO BED]]

LOL SAME

I CAME ON FOR THE LOLZ

[[Walt made sassy friends.

He is now currently in drag.

You arrived at a nice time ngl.]]

#ooc

[[Wh—

I—

I WANT A SHIELD BADGE.

Psi Division should get cooler ones though lbr.]]

#ooc

blackwidownatasha:

agentwaltburnham replied to your post: [ONCE JUST CAME ON PANDORA RADIO AND OMG RENNER…

[[HAY GURL]]

HAI GURL HAI

[[IT’S TOO BAD YOU GOT ON THO BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO GO TO BED]]

#ooc

[ OPEN ] Dude Looks Like A Lady

technicaltechnicality:

agentwaltburnham:

Walt seemed more confused than shocked. “W…what’s a greyface? Is that code for alien?” He glared at the woman. “Wait, so you’re in drag? Really?” He offered a mocking laugh. “Nice try, J’Fry, but you can’t beat me.”

“Not so much drag as quite literally currently a woman,” Fry corrected her friend with an odd look and a half-smile, “A greyface is hard to explain, they’ve got magic and can do most anything with it… Including turning me into a woman for three days…”

"You can’t just turn into a woman, Fry!" Walt replied rather seriously. "Okay, you know what? Just…give me a few minutes."

Unfortunately, when Walt returned to Fry’s desk, there was no magic anon involved…


[ OPEN ] Dude Looks Like A Lady

technicaltechnicality:

agentwaltburnham:

“Why not? It’s just a big storage cabinet.” He didn’t see why she was so excited, though, as it wasn’t as interesting as other telepathic powers. It was simply a database of old information for him, nothing interesting like knowing their exact thoughts or deep, dark secrets. It was just another form of work for him. “Well, it was nice getting to know you, Helga, but I actually have some work to do,” he lied as he decided on how to construct his next pillow fort.

Fry watched Walt for a good long moment, her eyes lit with amusement. She didn’t really want him to leave, so she caved internally and figured she should just tell the man. “Fine fine,” Fry laughed again, “It’s me, Fry… Got hit with one of those spells from the greyfaces again. Check my thinkpan if you don’t believe me.”

Walt seemed more confused than shocked. “W…what’s a greyface? Is that code for alien?” He glared at the woman. “Wait, so you’re in drag? Really?” He offered a mocking laugh. “Nice try, J’Fry, but you can’t beat me.”


quicktoadapt:

agentwaltburnham:

quicktoadapt started following you

“…Have I seen you before?” 

"I…don’t know, actually. Hi, I’m Walt."


[ OPEN ] Dude Looks Like A Lady

technicaltechnicality:

agentwaltburnham:

Walt shrugged. “Whatever, that stalker had some style.” He leaned against the doorway. “So are you going to tell me your name or am I going to dig through your noggin for it? Because frankly, that’s work. And may be uncomfortable for you.”

“Would you really dig in my head, Walt?” Fry exclaimed amusedly as she watched him, she’d only ever had a few people in her head before - all with permission. Cris was a definitive exception, as was Xavier, and both for obvious reasons.

"Why not? It’s just a big storage cabinet." He didn’t see why she was so excited, though, as it wasn’t as interesting as other telepathic powers. It was simply a database of old information for him, nothing interesting like knowing their exact thoughts or deep, dark secrets. It was just another form of work for him. "Well, it was nice getting to know you, Helga, but I actually have some work to do," he lied as he decided on how to construct his next pillow fort.


[ OPEN ] Dude Looks Like A Lady

technicaltechnicality:

agentwaltburnham:

“Wait, we know each other?” Walt felt something was amiss; in spite of the memory that was erased, the one he kept otherwise ran rather well, and he rarely forgot faces. “Um…no, don’t help me. Gertrude? Bernice? Maybe Helga? Yeah, I think you look like a Helga. Hi, Helga.”

“Wait… does that make you Brainy?” Fry inquired with wide eyes of thought, “Y’know, the creepy that breathes all funny behind Helga on the bus in Hey Arnold?” She couldn’t fight the small grin that curved her lips at the notion of that. Walt with glasses, braces and breathing problem behind Helga on some bus.

Walt shrugged. “Whatever, that stalker had some style.” He leaned against the doorway. “So are you going to tell me your name or am I going to dig through your noggin for it? Because frankly, that’s work. And may be uncomfortable for you.”