ii dont havve tiime for thii2 shiit.

iim erii2ol and ii fuckiin hate evverythiin. ((indie troll erisolsprite rp blog)) ((occasionally nsfw))

[fliipthebiird]

swegofficial replied to your post:“hii ii am here agaiin wwhat diid ii mii22. 2tupiid fuckiin...”

yiff, swag, yolo, meme.

2ound2 about riight.

[fliipthebiird]

hii ii am here agaiin wwhat diid ii mii22.

2tupiid fuckiin iinternet.

[nathanegbert-archive-blog]

haha remember when i talked to an alternate of my dad.

[fliipthebiird]

you wwould get them from the 2ame place you get your 2ugary human female lu2u2 fiigure2 ii wwould iimagiine.

[thedoobiefaerie]

Bell will apologize in the morning, probably. At the moment they’re too discombobulated to think about anything other than needing to be held and comforted. The frog follows behind Erisol like a lost child, clinging to his arm and not really looking at anything.

As soon as they’re on the couch Bell curls up to Erisol’s side, hugging the blanket tightly. A light smile flits across their face before they even register his words. “‘M honoured, really. You’re a nice guy.” They worm their way under his arm, still clinging to it, so he’s half-hugging them. Beneath the blanket and against his shirt they gradually begin to warm up, sluggish blood reawakening with heat and slight movement.

They try not to think about Tav’s blood everywhere, escaping from new veins constructed while he was unconscious, soaking the mattress and staining their clothing. Or the screaming. They are unsuccessful, and bury their face in Erisol’s shirt.

[fliipthebiird]

Letting them squirm around as much as they needed to, he more or less just sort-of let himself be their own personal pillow... and arms, he guessed, for whatever purpose he served.

He grunted though, and tried to shrug non-chalontly. "Nithe enough, I gueth. Thuppothe it'th better to have thomeone like you over firtht." Odd look came to his face. "Don't know what I mean by that. Thorry if it'th offenthive."

Awkwardly re-arranging himself, he did hug around them, pulling the blanket to a more favorable position. Just in time to see and feel them bury their face into his shirt. He frowned, patting her back a bit. "You wanna talk thome more? We don't have to. I'm jutht a little at a loth. Thorry." Even if this was a bit difficult for him to really fully work around, it was... nice, having someone there. To hold. There was a part of him that really liked it. It was easier being a douche on the internet than it was being a comforting friend, but goddamn he was trying.

[thedoobiefaerie]

Bell returns the conversation in kind, though not without their fair share of stuttering. Small talk comes automatically, almost defensively. Most of their energy is focused on walking and staying attached to this guy’s arm, which is much warmer than their own. Damn cold blood.

The second the door is locked they’re easing their arms back around Erisol’s, tightly hugging his forearm to their thin chest. “N-no thanks, man. Can you just. Sit down with me?” Bell swallows thickly and tugs a little, towards the couch. “‘M cold.”

That’s not the main reason for their shivering, of course, but it’s a convenient excuse. Their skin is quickly growing chilly.

[fliipthebiird]

Ack - completely unused to such odd physical contact, Erisol had to fight with every fiber of his being to not push them away. But at the same time it was equally as hard not to pull them in close with the free arm relish the closeness. Ugh. Fucking conflicting mental... innards. Grump.

"Y-yeah. I'll thit with you. Uh - " Shuffling across the floor with them, he managed to pull a fleece blanket off the back of his computer chair. Then he shuffled the pair of them to the couch, pulling them onto it with him and tossing the blanket over themselves.

He was quiet for a few minutes, chewing the inside of his lip while his pan raced, really unsure of what to say. When "You're the firtht perthon to come vithit me. Ever, really." Was what came out, he mentally kicked himself. What a conversation with a distressed brand new friend from the internet! A+ skills Erisol. God-fucking-damn.

[thedoobiefaerie]

"I-it’s fine." is the first phrase that slips from Bell’s mouth. Always reassuring people, Bell, even when they themselves are in need of a pick-me-up. It’s an ingrained reaction at this point. They smile uneasily at the taller person, comforted somewhere deep inside by his latent greenness. He’s just a shade or two lighter than their own skin.

They step forward and loop their now-empty hands around his free arm without even asking. Bell’s shaking like a leaf, likely in some sort of shock, though they’re doing their best to repress it. “I unders-s-stand,” they stutter, “downtown Midnight City gets rough, too. Uh.” The frog clings tightly to Erisol’s arm, their words nearly slurred to nothing under a thick southern accent and nervous mumbling. 

"Lead th’ way."

[fliipthebiird]

Oh. A light green blush came to his cheeks as they held his arm, Erisol glancing away for a moment to try and deal with that. Hm. He didn't mind, but contact was still a weird thing to him. Eh. They seemed comforted by his arm, so he'd deal with it. Except that shaking. Frown.

Leading them back to his hive, he tried his best to keep light conversation to keep Bell distracted from what was on her mind. He kinda really just wanted them to stop shaking. "...the cookieth thmell good," he commented quietly, gently unhooking their arm form his to collect the keys from his pocket as they got to his door.

Unlocking it, he ushered his guest inside and shut/locked the door behind them. Gestured towards the couch. "Feel free to thit down. Need anything? I don't have a lot but you're welcome to whatever." He set the plate down on the small table next to the couch, standing around awkwardly until Bell sat or asked for something. Someone. In his hive. Welp.

[graviconscientia]

fliipthebiird started following you

Hello, and welcome to “I’m so upset that I’ve resorted to drinking my matesprit’s good wine as I bake things for people who probably won’t appreciate it very much.” My name’s Advoca, and really, I’m sorry for launching that on you. But if you need anything or would like a cake, please let me know. That’s what I’m here for.

[fliipthebiird]

wwhoa ii thiink you need twwo reel iit iin a liittle there

wwhat2 the problem random 2tranger oh you 2aiid wwhat your name ii2 2hiit

iim erii2ol and welcome twwo iim erii2ol and ii 2uck a lot and run a blog

but al2o wwhat2 wwrong

and al2o ii liike cake

[thedoobiefaerie]

manly men can be snuggly -c;p ain’t no shame

< sagaciousCupule has received “coord2.txt”! >

kk i’ll be over in a few

>To say Bell is rattled would be an understatement. Four or five hours later, even after washing themselves of the blood and tossing the sheets and soaking the mattress in carpet cleaner, the frog still sees their matesprit’s viscera, hears his screams and feels sticky blood and sopor on their skin. They get the feeling they’re going to have nightmares tonight, should they sleep at all.

>Their hands shake badly, but Bell manages to pack a plate of cookies and punch in the given coordinates. It takes a few tries, telepad beeping as the cookies shake in one hand, but they manage and appearify in the designated spot.

>Voice cracking a little, Bell calls, “Erisol?”

[fliipthebiird]

Doing his best to tidy up a little - that was hospitable, right? - he managed to clear his dinky hive of a majority of the clutter, leaving the couch and most of the place clear and guest-friendly.

To say he was nervous would have been both an understatement and an overstatement; he wasn't really nervous about meeting Bell, he wasn't really nervous about his etiquette or anything like that. It was more that this would be his first real encounter with someone aside strangers he was required to speak to in town; someone that came to visit him and goddamn having friends was a weird thought. Especially considering all the retained memories of both his prior halves. Nngh.

The noise of the transportalizer caught his attention and he stood straighter, peering towards where the mechanism was and approached it, having waited at the public one down the street from where his hive was. Hands in his pockets, a shy little nod was given towards his ~*guest*~, and he attempted what he hoped was at least a semi-reassuring smile. It seemed a little odd on his features, but he did his best.

"Bell? Hey. Uh." He gestured towards the transportalizer. "Thorry about thith. I don't have room for one of my own. Or really the money." Hand covered his mouth a little as he spoke, somewhat embarrassed of the retained lisp. Adjusting his two-toned glasses, he nodded down the street. "I'm not too far away though-" Somehow, even the 'too' managed to sound like 'two'. "-but we thould go. It getth kinda rough around here at thith time of night." Eyes caught the plate, and he took it from them before they dumped it all over the ground. And broke the plate. "I got thith. Cmon."

[thedoobiefaerie]

you seem like a snuggly enough dude

i’ll bring you a plate of cookies, i baked like a hundred today

coordinates?

[fliipthebiird]

iim not 2nuggly iim manly a2 hell.

that2 a liie ii 2uck a lot but ii wwont argue wwiith cuddle2

ii dont knoww iif iivve had cookiie2 before. ii knoww wwhat they are but yeah.

oh coordiinate2 ye2

uh

(wwhy diidnt ii get any of 2ol2 computersavvvvy-ne22 fuckiin hell)

here

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[thedoobiefaerie]

hhhaaa nevermind i lied i am not by tav’s side

he’s still being stabilized

if i come over will you hold me

[fliipthebiird]

...2ure.

ii mean, iif that2 all ii can do for you then ii thiink ii can be ta2ked wwiith 2omethiing 2o 2iimple.

[neonchopsticks]

neon

[iansomerhaldaye-blog]

reblogging those “send me asks!!” posts and having nobody come into your askbox is like holding up your hand for a high-five in a crowd and everyone ignoring you until you slowly put your hand down and press ‘delete post’

[guardianofbelief]

Give my muse what you think they deserve.

[thedoobiefaerie]

[pvt]

hheh, true. i’m kind of immortal a little. super alive

i do hope i learn more from this than i usually do. ive got kids to take care of. i cant be fucking up like this all the time i’ll get one of them killed

i appreciate the offer but i should probably stay here. our friend’s got him hooked up to IVs and stuff and i dont want to leave his side but i might take you up on it later, if you’re still open

[fliipthebiird]

wwhat the fuck el2e am ii doiing. 2ure.

[thedoobiefaerie]

[pvt]

that’s what i keep telling myself, i mean. i did what i could so far as stopping the bleeding and i called someone who i knew could help

but the friend i called seems really upset and i feel like an idiot, because this could’ve been avoided if we’d just removed the prosthetics beforehand. i had no idea this would happen but i dont know what else i expected. and i shouldve been the one paying attention because tav was too sick to even thinking about taking his legs off

i feel like i caused him a lot of unnecessary pain because i’m a forgetful idiot and i jsut want to go back in time and take his goddamn legs off first so we can avoid all of this

[fliipthebiird]

youre not an iidiiot. mii2take2 happen. you liivve (wwhiich you 2hould check your priivviilege on btww) you learn you movve on

evverythiing wwiill be fiine.

iif you need 2ome place twwo chiill or anythiing youre wwelcome twwo come ovver and regroup. iim not doiing anythiing.

[thedoobiefaerie]

…if you don’t mind

[pvt]

my matesprit’s been in his recouperacoon all week, pupating

and today he came out and the first thing i heard was a scream

because he forgot to take his prosthetic legs off, so he sort of. grew around them while he was pupating and when i hauled him out of his ‘coon his leg stumps were bleeding everywhere

i had to get a friend to come help and cauterize the things and now my mate’s asleep but i keep thinking about how he screamed

and how much pain he must be in

and how utterly useless i was

[fliipthebiird]

ii havve nevver been happiier twwo havve been giivven leg2 je2u2. evven though the taiil wwa2 a biit ea2iier twwo deal wwiith.

wwell iit2 not your fault, you diidnt knoww wwhat twwo do. ii wwouldnt havve knowwn wwhat twwo do twwo be hone2t.

you diid the riight thiing by a2kiing your friiend for help. that wwa2nt u2el22. wwhat wwould havve happened iif you hadnt done that?

[thedoobiefaerie]

fliipthebiird replied to your post: bursts into tears every five minutes

wwhat2 wwrong.

it’s been one of those nights

[fliipthebiird]

do you wwant twwo talk about iit?