"Did someone come to rescue us?" @cowardly-bright - Tumblr Blog

A robot with wings and a lightbulb under it flies up to whoever is avaliable, approching slowly and keeping a decent distance. Seems like it wants to say something.

"...What."

Diggy and Celerity were unfortunately interrupted in the midst of... whatever they were doing by the indiscreet hovering bulb-shaped firefly. It took the small 'bot a minute to connect the dots between the robot's odd shape and what it could possibly be doing there - a lot of robot masters did send their minions out for errands, after all.

"Ohhhh, it's that guy's minion, innit'?"

"Which one?" Celerity inquired with furrowed brows.

"The angry drunk, depressed light bulb." Diggy replied back dryly, to which Celerity gave an offended huff. "Hey, that's not nice to say! Sorry, little guy- did you have a message for us?" The speedbot added, turning towards the flying bot with a reassuring smile.

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/Brightman wants to find a friend and start a new life. He wishes to improve on himself and had recently looked though his work and cringed at it./

“Darn’ straight. That guy was a whole hot mess.” Diggy stated quite flatly, before Celerity proceeded to pinch her nose, earning herself a squeak.

“Good for him to look to better himself. We’re willing to give it a shot!” Celerity announced cheerfully, prompting Diggy to glare angrily at her.

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/Noted./

The robot flies off.

“Ok so, outragious idea.”

“Do you think I should try out the idea of trying to meet people that I have never met before?” “Like, all of the other blogs of other Robot Masters out there that I either know or have never heard of?”

“But then again, I’m sure it went wrong at some point two years ago or something of the like...”

“I know that kind of goes against the “making friends” thing but, for now, maybe it’s just better for time to decide at the moment, with me being a coward after all.”

“...Wait, where’s Watton? They should be back by now...”

“Ok, I’ve made some more changes and finally figured out how links work, and that I also need to go to bed now cause I’m feeling tired.”

“...”

“Eheh, sorry for my constant ramblings, I’m just making sure that this blog looks better while I’m doing other things. Keeping track of my progress, that’s all.”

I know I’m not tagging things and not giving any tag commentary but

It really has been more than a year, and looking back on this blog I feel like I didn’t know what I was doing, and probably the fact that I now know that I am autistic doesn’t help either, at least for me.

I’m now an adult, living with my mom, and although I do sometimes have dark thoughts, at least my mental capacity won’t be butchered further.

Even though I’m mainly more active on Discord nowadays, I’ve just remembered this blog and thought that I could give it some life for at least a little while, and I’m kind of channeling my thoughts on all of what had happened here through Brightman so, I suppose, at least here, change is much needed cause, jesus christ I mostly just saw a mess.

I hope I can do a better job now, and perhaps maybe start from the ground up in some way.

Happiness awaits for all of us.

oh-nxts-and-bxlts

A robot with wings and a lightbulb under it flies up to whoever is avaliable, approching slowly and keeping a decent distance. Seems like it wants to say something.

"...What."

Diggy and Celerity were unfortunately interrupted in the midst of... whatever they were doing by the indiscreet hovering bulb-shaped firefly. It took the small 'bot a minute to connect the dots between the robot's odd shape and what it could possibly be doing there - a lot of robot masters did send their minions out for errands, after all.

"Ohhhh, it's that guy's minion, innit'?"

"Which one?" Celerity inquired with furrowed brows.

"The angry drunk, depressed light bulb." Diggy replied back dryly, to which Celerity gave an offended huff. "Hey, that's not nice to say! Sorry, little guy- did you have a message for us?" The speedbot added, turning towards the flying bot with a reassuring smile.

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/Brightman wants to find a friend and start a new life. He wishes to improve on himself and had recently looked though his work and cringed at it./

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“I think making new friends would be a good sort of start to improving myself.”

“Watton, do you mind doing some searching? I still want to practice a way to have myself be more calmer and more understanding, in a way.”

/As you wish./

“November 2020...” “Almost two years...” “I’m not too surprised, they are probably long gone from here but, I could care less about how long they say hi back.” “Just saying hi from my part is all I need.”

“Alright, I think that’s all for now.” “I think I’m going to practice some mental stuff so, if you wish to say hi or whatever you please, don’t be afraid to say or even just tap me on the shoulder.”

“That’s all for now, I hope a lot of you have a great day, and a Happy Halloween as well.”

“...Actually, I’m going to say hi to an old friend first.”

“Oh GOD.” “Oh dear...” “I look through this place and there’s just sadness after sadness of depression and vodka and regret.”

“...Yea I think I need to change, it’s all in the past, people grow and learn, a new day means a new choice or whatever.” “So, enough of the intense sad stuff, enough of the unessessary depression and lashouts that I might have done, I’m not just gonna soak up and fuel my own flame.” “Today’s a new day, and I hope that I can improve, even though I have a young mentality that I am aware of.”

“Cossack, if you are reading this, I just want to say that, well, I’m going to try to be my best, no matter if I mess up or anything of the sort, and I hope that you, my creator, are doing well too.”

“That’s...all I have to say really.”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? More than a year at best.” “I had completely forgotten about this place, have I?” “All these memories, all these mistakes...” “All of which I treasure or wish to forget.” “And as poetic as all of what I am saying sounds, I want to return, but I don’t know if I should.” “To all waiting for me, if there’s even anyone to wait, I’m sorry.” “I don’t know when I’ll come back and do all of this just like before, but I can say for certain that, well, I’m not dead.” “Who knows though, who knows...”