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@brokennbent-blog
Alright my blog died off and this blog died off. My personal advice to all of you is to break off of brokennbent and become indie blogs if you haven't already. I'm over at @oceanickohai with a muse I actually have. See you all in another life. ~ John mun/Ave
The demise of Brokenbent.
On September 28th, 2016, I began a small heinoustuck!Dave blog. Due to my love of storytelling and long term roleplaying, I was naturally drawn to Tumblr seeing as how the community seemed, bright, beautiful and something I wanted to be a part of. One November morning, I remember checking my phone in the car on the way to lunch and being overjoyed at the sight of the first application. It was an Aradia, one of my favorite trolls, so I accepted almost immediately. Me and Avery worked on the AU, which I reluctantly named Brokenbent. It was a fitting (though agreeably very emo) name for it, considering my lead [Dave] was mentally broken and trying to recover from his trauma. Things happened, as the Tumblr community changed and grew. The set of people that are the "cool kids" in the roleplay community today weren't here five months ago. The aspirations and hopes I had for myself and my writing slowly corroded. I fell into a deep depression and quickly became borderline suicidal. One night, I angrily deleted my blog with the intentions to kill myself that night. I could not [and still can not] handle Tumblr. People were mass-blocking me, people I looked up to, and I blamed myself for everything and everything spiraled down and became worse. When I did try to get around to killing myself, I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it, as much as I wanted to. Everyone cared about me too much and I cared about everyone else too much. The messages I got, the signal boosts from how many people had been worried that night, those kept me alive. I slowly started to make more blogs and delete them for stupid reasons- I was getting risky and manipulative and blogging wasn't helping. First it was @apathymaster, then @crowproblems, @unapologxticapathy ( the only one still up ), then @crowboii. I lost muse for Dave solely from making so many blogs for him. After a while, I accidentally became obsessed with one of Dave's ironic interests ( My Chemical Romance, like that's any surprise to people who know who I am ). I fell into the Danger Days universe. To me it was like a better, darker, more beautiful cousin to Brokenbent. I started drawing and roleplaying things other than Homestuck. I started writing headcanons and I'm currently working on getting my Brokenbent book published! In short, I have moved on from Brokenbent for god knows how long, and I may remake it when Hiveswap comes out and I've sucked all my contribution energy out of TTLOTFK, but for now, it is dead. Feel free to reblog this if you find it interesting, but this is the one thing I won't be actively checking the notes on (haha i joke). - Macy/Aurum, mun of apathymaster and jadesciuit.
The role of Dirk Strider is now available.
{ brokenbent kanaya } Pills Dont Help But It Sure Is Funny
The role of Kanaya Maryam is no longer available.
I reaaaaalllyyy hope I’m doing this right… (completed blog for doc scratch)
Is the role of Doc Scratch taken?
No it is not.
The role of Dave Strider is now available.
The role of Problem Sleuth is now in high demand!
The role of Feferi Peixes is now in high demand.
The role of Dirk Strider is now in high demand.
If you're interested, please message @jadesciuit for role information and requirements.
The role of Hal/Auto Responder is available again.
The role of Dirk Strider is available again.
The role of Cal is available again.
welcome to the universe of brokenbent!
About
The year takes place in 3107 in the future and Tethys Peixes as the ruler of the imperial. You don’t get to make a lot of decisions, in fact… You don’t really have a choice at all! Here in Brokenbent, mutations happens to be legal in this generation. Shapeshifting is also now common, and everyone just seems to be fine with this.
But here’s the catch… You get to be part in horrible experiments, implanting a mental chip inside you to be fine with the procedure and convincing you to take sides with the empire.
Now this isn’t the end of the world; which is already is by the looks of it. You can join a rebellion to rebel against the Empire! But let’s not forget the neutrals as well.
Will you be part of the empire or rebel against it? Or will you take neither side?
Sign up right here now! We’re always looking for new members for the AU, please be sure to contact us if you’re interested in joining
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Changing Loyalties
By the time she realized where she’d been taken, it was too late. She was practically strapped to the operating table when it dawned on her that maybe Damon wasn’t on Dave’s side. She’d been so relieved at that prospect of someone saving her from her personal snowy hell, she would have never have thought that Damon, her former uncle, would work for her. As she was escorted into the compound, pink eyes glared in betrayal at the befeathered guard. Every fiber of her being hated him, and she’d be sure to hold on to it even if she was chipped. She pulled against the guards, snarling insults and threats towards him, promising everything from castration with a plastic spoon to eviceration with a push-pin, only to be roughly yanked forwards and hit over the head, immediately slumping over as conciousness left her.
When she regained consciousness, she could only see those harsh halogen lights, like what those old horror movies showed over operating tables. She couldn’t move her head, having been strapped to the table, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw rust-stained floors with patches of odd colors, and stainless steel instruments resting on pristine white cloth. Tears filled her eyes, because she knew what was coming next. She couldn’t escape now. As the scrubbed-up surgeon approached and spoke to her in calming tones, she started sobbing, thinking about what she wouldn’t give to be back in those snowy, isolated woods. As the instruments bit into her flesh to begin the transformation surgery, she began screaming.
Upon waking once more, the blonde winced in pain, the lights seemig twice as bright as before, and a different color, to boot. She hissed in discomfort, both at the piercing pain from the lights and pervading ache flooding her body. “Ahh, you are awake. We were worried the lack of anaesthetic and the amount of pain would cause this surgery to fail. But fortunately, you survived. One last thing. To program and activate your chip.” The surgeon that spoke to her before her surgery was speaking again, in those same warm, calm tones. Roxy’s eyes widened in apprehension, only to feel an odd sensation paired with the action. The surgeon proceeded to activate and program her chip, leaving her mind in a daze before she snapped back to herself, only with many a change in place. “Wonderful! Miss Lalonde, if you would allow me…” With that, he unbuckled her, and helped her stand. The girl catalogued the new additions to her body, as well as making mental notes, such as the fact it felt more natural to stand on her toes. Finally turning her head to the full length mirror brought before her, her eyes widened. All four of them. She scrambled to grab at the mirror, pulling her face closer. Hwr distinctive pink eyes were now noticeably cat-like in shape, and there was another, smaller set above her original pair. And fully functional, she found out, closing her lower set of eyes. Tearing her eyes from, well, her eyes, she focused on other new features, such as the silky black cat ears that replaced her human ones, placed on top of her head amongst her blonde curls. Her ears flattened in apprehension as she opened her mouth, now in possession of a roughened tongue and many sharp fangs. She hissed in panic, her face scrunching up, only for her hands to fly to her throat. Feeling odd pinpricks against her skin, she pulled her hands away and whine as she saw calluses and claws. She slowly looked behind her, locating the fluffy, silky black tail attached to her spine, and down at her feet, seeing the sharpened nails with her augmented eyes. As she was barefoot, the rough concreted scratched against the peet-like calluses on the balls of her feet. She collapsed, covering her face, before her new chip-induced programming took over, and she began calming herself down, reminding her of her new-found loyalty to the Empire that gifted her with these changes, as the surgeon once more spoke. “Welcome, Miss Roxanne Heather Lalonde, to Her Imperial Condescension’s Empire.”
tethys' URL has changed to @bellamonstra so its not painful to type
You heard them! Find Tethys at bellamonstra!
