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kotackaleaf: THis is my favorite Picture of Sollux…

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 05:21:49 +0100

THis is my favorite Picture of Sollux…

theblindhelmsman: “Ii2 that you, my friiend?” You call quietly, hoping above all hope that it’s...

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 04:48:56 +0100

“Ii2 that you, my friiend?”

You call quietly, hoping above all hope that it’s him, that this is all a bad dream, and you’ll be able to open your eyes and see him clearly again, no longer a faded memory, a dash of red on a murky background-

Even if you can’t see him, even if your world is still dark, just hearing his voice once more… once more… one more soft word that was not his dying screams…

But as you draw back into your conciousness those words he spoke before, the more your spirits sink.

That isn’t his voice. It isn’t right.

Whoever it is, they’re calling for you again, and you almost don’t answer. You almost can’t bring yourself to shout back at them, but the words leave your lips before you can capture them on your teeth.

“Ii’m riight here, friiend.”

The sound of the stranger’s voice only makes your efforts to get back to your feet bigger, more determined. You don’t know what it is about this place that makes your blood rush in your veins, make your vascular system pump harder, but in the end all you need to know is that there is someone here, and for whatever reason that you cannot fathom, you need to see them.

Finally, the wires seem to get away from your path, and the room, wherever it is, whatever it is, lights up a little more, in shades of pink, but also some familiar red and blue.

Now able to stand on your legs, you look around the place. Wires, wires, wires again, so many wires… And yet his voice sounded so close.

“Alriight, Ii’m here, ju2t hold on a 2ec, Ii’ll-“

You stop right in the middle of your sentence, when you turn around and finally catch sight of the stranger.

You’ve never been so shocked of your life.

Not only his voice sounded familiar, but everything about him looks like a portrayal of yourself. It is just like looking into a mirror — a mirror taking you hundreds of sweeps in the future.

Your voice is lost, as you walk closer to him, slowly, cautiously, until you are right in front of him, looking up directly into his eyes, literally speechless.

crappy-drawings: err0r 404 n0t f0und

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 03:40:14 +0100

crappy-drawings:

err0r 404 n0t f0und

theblindhelmsman: It’s been so long since you’ve heard a voice that was not hers. At first, you...

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 02:24:08 +0100

theblindhelmsman:

It’s been so long since you’ve heard a voice that was not hers.

At first, you don’t believe it.

But there is nothing else it could be.

And now you can hear them, and they are breathing, and for a moment you feel yourself soaring through hope, and even though you hear a lisp, even though the voice is too young, even though you saw him die with your own eyes -

“2iignle22?” You choke, the words grating on your throat and taking more effort than they should have.

It’s strange, how after all this time you still haven’t given up hope.

You needed to believe he’d someday come back for you.

Hearing that voice makes you jump a bit in surprise, not actually expecting an answer. But this person’s tone, how familiar their voice sounds eases you just a bit, even though you cannot help but worry for this troll’s sake. You’ve never hears a voice sounding so broken.

“Where are you? Can you talk two me?”

You try to walk in the direction of that voice, but the wires in your way and the surrounding darkness make you stumble repeatedly. You eventually get caught in more wires and fall to your knees, ending up all but crawling on the floor. Oh God, but what is that place, who is this troll anyway? And why do you feel your insides twist at his voice?

“Plea2e, try two talk two me, plea2e,” You call out once again, still crawling and trying to reach for the source of this voice.

theblindhelmsman: The Condesce’s flagship carries you deep in her belly, much like a troll might...

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 23:48:49 +0100

theblindhelmsman:

The Condesce’s flagship carries you deep in her belly, much like a troll might carry a virus within them, eating them away from the inside out. Except with her, it’s the opposite. She eats you, ripping your energy right from your fragile body, stripping the meat from your bones and making even your warm yellow blood grow cold.

You can feel the wet air hanging around you, the silence fluxuating to give birth to that steady dripping sound you can now pintpoint as coming from somewhere behind your left shoulder. When you were young and still felt the pain you know is there but do not recognize, you would twist your head to try and see exactly where that dripping was from.

Your sight has gone, now.

The ship took that from you too.

All that is left is the air and the sounds and maybe the pain, should you concentrate hard enough.

And that is where the memories begin.

((Open rp!! even if someone’s replied already, feel free to go right ahead! I don’t care about pairings or whether you just want to talk, I’m good with anything.))

When you blink your eyes into consciousness, your first reaction is the one of a lost child. What is this place? Where are you? What are those pink wires, surrounding you, why is the air so cold and damp? All you can remember is drifting into a somewhat peaceful sleep, in the comfort of your recuperacoon, after a long, lonely night of coding. So how did you get here?

You look around you, your fingertips barely brushing the wires around you. Is this… Is this a dream? You can’t think of any other possible explanation. But all of this seems so real. The pressure of the atmosphere on your shoulders and the pain from your tightening throat. All of this cannot be only your imagination.

Hold on.

Didn’t Feferi once tell you something? About dreams being true. About going to places you cannot reach in your wake. What was it called again… Dream… Oh, yes. Dream bubbles. Would this be one? Is this how it works? You never understood a word of her excited rambling anyway.

Can’t you… Can’t you hear something? Something that sounds like a faint breath, flowing water, and something slowly dripping. You’re not alone. You can’t be alone.

You almost panic for a moment, before finally putting your thoughts back together.

This is a dream. Just a dream.

Gathering some of your courage, you finally call out, in a voice that you hope sounds confident.

“Ii2 anyone there?”

(( urrrrrrgh i typed a long post here but it didn’t work fUCKC anyway what I was saying is...

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 23:29:30 +0100

(( urrrrrrgh i typed a long post here but it didn’t work fUCKC

anyway what I was saying is that I changed this blog’s URL ( previously nevereatthemiindhoney ) and switched Sol’s age from 7 to 9 sweeps so basically 20 years old. apart from that there won’t be much changes because yeah.

also if anyone could suggest me some rp blogs to follow it’d be much appreciated i’m so damn shy when it comes to to rping with new people!!! ))

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Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:16:11 +0100

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: damn. okay ii take back what ii 2aiid earliier, that’2...

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 19:50:40 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

damn.

okay ii take back what ii 2aiid earliier, that’2 actually a real 2ob 2tory.

..2hiit bro ii’m 2o 2orry.

APOLOGY ACCEPTED.

actually that wa2n’t an apologetiic ‘2orry’.

iit’2 the kiind of 2orry you u2e when you ba2iically don’t know what el2e two 2ay.

liike “oh man tv ii’m 2orry that you’re a fuckiing criipple”.

… you know what never miind.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: ii gue22 that ‘gang related crap’ ii2 another earth 2tuff,...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:41:39 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

ii gue22 that ‘gang related crap’ ii2 another earth 2tuff, but ok.

2o ii2 that a good thiing or?

GANGS ARE LIKE

SHIT

RIVAL GROUPS OF PEOPLE WHO HATE EACH OTHER

IT’S A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THING.

damn.

okay ii take back what ii 2aiid earliier, that’2 actually a real 2ob 2tory.

..2hiit bro ii’m 2o 2orry.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: okay, 2o. thii2 2liick guy ii2 your cu2todiian. and he...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:28:28 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

okay, 2o.

thii2 2liick guy ii2 your cu2todiian.

and he triie2 two kiill you iin what ii gue22 ii2 a daiily ba2ii2, and not ju2t 2ome dumb liittle 2triife.

..fuck man.

YEAH

HE DIED A WHILE AGO, THOUGH.

IT WAS SOME GANG RELATED CRAP.

ii gue22 that ‘gang related crap’ ii2 another earth 2tuff, but ok.

2o ii2 that a good thiing or?

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: oh god what. that’2 fuckiing— why. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:22:55 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

oh god what.

that’2 fuckiing—

why.

HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A MAN NAMED SPADES SLICK

YEAH

STAY AWAY FROM HIM.

okay, 2o.

thii2 2liick guy ii2 your cu2todiian.

and he triie2 two kiill you iin what ii gue22 ii2 a daiily ba2ii2, and not ju2t 2ome dumb liittle 2triife.

..fuck man.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: iidk man, that ju2t 2ound2 really twii2ted. but ok, 2ure,...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:15:44 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

iidk man, that ju2t 2ound2 really twii2ted.

but ok, 2ure, why not, ii’ve 2een weiirder 2hiit after all.

IT’S NOT REALLY AS TWISTED AS IT SOUNDS

I MEAN, I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE PART WHERE I MENTION THAT THE PERSON WHO TOOK CARE OF STABBED ME ON SIGHT.

oh god what.

that’2 fuckiing—

why.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: oh boy, what a 2ob 2tory, look at me, my eye2 are all...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:10:05 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

oh boy, what a 2ob 2tory, look at me, my eye2 are all teary and my blood pump ii2 goiing ju2t a biit fa2ter. oh 2hiit ii2 that piity ii feel?

no but 2eriiou2ly are you 2hiittiing me or not.

WHY WOULD I BE MAKING THIS UP YOU MORON.

iidk man, that ju2t 2ound2 really twii2ted.

but ok, 2ure, why not, ii’ve 2een weiirder 2hiit after all.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: holy 2hiit, thii2 ii2 the mo2t fucked up thiing thiing...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:04:35 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

holy 2hiit, thii2 ii2 the mo2t fucked up thiing thiing ii’ve heard iin a whiile.

but comiing from you, that aiin’t much of a 2urprii2e.

care two elaborate?

YEAH I WAS RAISED ON EARTH AND I WAS FORCED TO DRESS UP LIKE A FUCKING DRUG DEALER AND WEAR MAKE UP AND UGH.

oh boy, what a 2ob 2tory, look at me, my eye2 are all teary and my blood pump ii2 goiing ju2t a biit fa2ter. oh 2hiit ii2 that piity ii feel?

no but 2eriiou2ly are you 2hiittiing me or not.

carcinogambler: nevereatthemiindhoney: carcinogambler 2tarted followiing you holy fuck a human...

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 22:56:51 +0100

carcinogambler:

nevereatthemiindhoney:

carcinogambler 2tarted followiing you

holy fuck a human kk, what a twii2t.

hey dude.

IM NOT A HUMAN YOU NUTSACK.

I JUST LOOK LIKE ONE OR ELSE EVERYONE WILL BE ALL UP ON ME THINKING I’M SOME FUCKING ALIEN (SPOILER ALERT: I AM.)

holy 2hiit, thii2 ii2 the mo2t fucked up thiing thiing ii’ve heard iin a whiile.

but comiing from you, that aiin’t much of a 2urprii2e.

care two elaborate?

carcinogambler 2tarted followiing you holy fuck a human kk, what a twii2t. hey dude.

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 22:52:35 +0100

carcinogambler 2tarted followiing you

holy fuck a human kk, what a twii2t.

hey dude.

> Sollux: Be the Queen Bee.

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 23:02:56 +0100

what the —

why would you even —

thii2 ii2 meant two antagoniize me ii2n’t iit.

what, do you expect me two put on a ‘2exy queen bee’ co2tume or whatever?

bull2hiit.

plu2, ii’m not theiir queen. they already have one. they only follow my order2 becau2e ii u2e my p2iioniic2.

now get out of here.

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Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:37:01 +0100

frombeneaththerose: A clover-loving bee.

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:36:15 +0100

frombeneaththerose:

A clover-loving bee.

vi2ored replied to your post: vi2ored replied to your post: vi2ored replied to… Ah woops...

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:15:30 +0100

vi2ored replied to your post: vi2ored replied to your post: vi2ored replied to…

Ah woops sorry I’m in the shittiest mood

yeah, 2ure, ii don’t really giive a fuck actually.

about you iin2ultiing the way ii type, ii mean, not that you feel 2hiitty.

that’d make me an a22hole.