the fuck is this blog for again? idk

everything is broken and i dont have the energy to fix it

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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Alone In The Dark

It’s been three days since Uriika went exploring. You can still picture her face, giving you that goofy grin as she hops up each step of the stairs. Hair too long to see her eyes. So short she has to hop to get up those steps. Up and over the bridge. To who knows where.

You want to know where. Your name is Xavier Mortem and you’ve been left alone in this house for far too long. You found this place by chance, stumbling upon a safe haven in the hellish landscape that had become your home. As well as stumbling upon the only friend you’ve met in a very long time.

Your home is situated on a small island, surrounded by a low cobblestone wall. Three buildings standing erect in defiance of the destroyed city, connected by a wooden bridge. It had been in disrepair when you arrived, but you quickly fixed it up.

Here you met Uriika, finding both friend and sanctuary. Together you began to repair the buildings and construct the waystone in the middle to bring you both home. The two of you dug out the ground, planting trees and crops. You both herded animals onto the island and constructed your own makeshift farm of sorts. For someone who used to only dig graves, you really did well at carving a little home for yourself and Uriika.

But three days ago, she left. And you haven’t seen her since.

Now you stand at the edge of the bridge. One hand brushes against the waystone. It hasn’t been used in so long that its grown cold. You adjust the small backpack you wear, knowing that your survival relies on the gear and food stored away in it. As well as the stone that could bring you and Uriika back to the waystone.

You don’t want to be alone anymore.

[proxytrolls]

“Haha this character needs relationships and stuff”

Me: *too shy to speak up and say im interested*

Also me:

[mellowhub]

@gynwop and i are having the wedding ceremony in 2 days im screm

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!

[gynwop-blog]

on one hand

I want to follow more people because then I get to see more art and I really enjoy reblogging people’s art and just like, expressing how cool I think it is. Because I get how important it is to just hear that every once in a while you know?

On the other hand

I am really really really antisocial sometimes and i kinda get a lot of anxiety when I’m following people that I don’t really know I guess.

I lie to myself and say that I know my mutuals, but truth is I know like. Three of the people I follow. Everyone else I just sorta know of.

So the idea of following even more people I don’t know is just sorta really fucking terrifying to me.

[gynwop-blog]

i need more motivation to do stuff on here

like update my pages

and actually do stuff in character

[crowleplays]

Hey I’m sketching out her new sprites but reblog this with a troll for Decary to give her opinion on them

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[celestialtrolls-moved]

reblog with one (1) troll for avwair’s judgement… tomorrow

i’ll do them when i wake up

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look its a fishy scientist

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im way too antisocial to do anything productive without a degree of failure

[gynwop-blog]

i realize that if i do make a art i like blog its going to be just from people i follow.

and i am a really non social person on here and dont really follow many people.

maybe i should just follow more people and be less of a bum

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What if i made a blog where all i did was reblog peoples art and wrote nice stuff in the tags

[gynwop-blog]

Im so inactive that 99.9% of my tumblr notifications are @princeofdoomrps seriously liking something.

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Sole Survivor - The Wake

You’ve been running for hours it seems. There’s no point in looking back. You can hear it breathing on your neck. It’s just behind you. Its watching you. You don’t know anything but the loud thuds of your feet slamming into the ground, driving you forward. The dull sound of your boots clashing into the metal floor of the hallway. You have to make it.

Blood pounds in your ears. Or their ears? You’re not sure. There’s too much in your head right now to figure it out. Not while It’s still on your trail. Your name is Leoric Fratri and you are still running. Trying to outrun. It. The ground is soft. Your stop and turn, hands gripping the handle of your weapon as if you’re holding on for dear life.

No.

You’re still running.

You were holding a weapon. Not yours. You have a mace. But you had a gun. A minigun. Allises’ minigun. You glance down at your hands. No. Allises’ hands. You can feel her fear. Her hatred for It. The anger boiling up about the thing hunting you. It killed your friends. And now you’re going to kill It. Allises turns and clenches as hard as she can on the trigger. No, you turn, squeezing the trigger. It lights up with gunfire.

It doesn’t slow down.

You’re still running. Feet on metal. Still charging down the hallway fullspeed. But. You don’t understand. You are Allises. Only for a moment. Now You’re Leoric again. Your neck feels itchy. Like something was digging into the back of it, wiggling its way down. The bug. You have Allises’ bug.

That’s why you can feel the hate. The anger. The fear. It was the bug. Well. It’s not the bug. You’re running from It.

A door opens on your left. It’s you. Leoric. Your mace swings wildly. You duck, turning away and sliding into Leoric. It was right behind you. He nailed it in the face. It screams. It reaches out.

What happened to your legs?

Leoric holds you around the waste. You’re going to be alright you hear him yell. But what about your legs? You can’t breath. Why can’t you breath? You look down. There’s nothing. Leoric is still yelling.

You can still feel the itching. Just on your neck, working its way down your spine. The bugs. Its the bugs. It has to be them. You’ve got too many of them. You’re never supposed to have this many. What were you doing?

Running.

You’re still running.

You attacked It. And it killed Gerome. You took his bug too. It was all you could do. It’s still chasing you. You might have killed one. There might be more than one It. You don’t know. It got Gerome. It got Allises. There’s another It. You raise your rifle and open fire. Your battle cry lasts as long as the clip does. It’s face explodes into particles. You got it.

But its funny. You thought there was more than one of them. Why was Leoric running towards you with his mace? Your chest feels... Slick. You look down. There’s a hole. Right where your bloodpusher should be. Why do you feel so light?

There was more than one.

You’re still running.

Captain Mareck died. You took his bug. You couldn’t do anything to save him. Just beat It into a pulp and recover the bug. You couldn’t even give him a proper burial. Just light him up and a short salute. You need to regroup with the others. The last comm you heard was Allises saying something about shadows and gunfire. Leoric and Gerome hadn’t responded to your last hail. Your saber felt so heavy your hands as you watched one of those things slide its claws deep into Mareck’s stomach.

It feels light now. You’re not sure why. Wow. You glance at your hand. Its not there. What did you do with your saber?

Your name is Leoric Fratri.

You are holding your legs close to your chest, tight in a ball. Everyone else is dead. They were your friends. Your teammates. And all you did for them was take their bugs. The brilliant AI bugs that were supposed to make all of you so smart. So fast. So strong. You got them all. You ran as fast as you could and killed as many of It as you could. You made it to the ship. You couldn’t save them. Why didn’t you save your friends. You could have done it. You could have been the hero. You should have died with them.

The clock reads ten hours. Its been ten hours since you left the planet and those horrible monsters behind. But it still feels like you’re there. Like you’re all of them. It has to be the bugs. You can’t take them out. They latched in and got comfortable. And now you’re stuck. In your final moments again and again. Their final moments. You cry out for release.

But its not your voice that you hear. Its Mareck’s. Or was that Allises’? Its your voice. You know it is.

But...

Your name is Leoric Fratri and you are now the Sole Survivor.

And you don’t really know who you are anymore.

[mellowhub]

Remind me to never be social on here again //dies

[gynwop-blog]

nah

[sentencestarters-and-asks]

Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name? 

Venus: What’s your first language? 

Earth: Where’s your home? 

Mars: What’s your sexuality? 

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 

Saturn: Any pets? 

Uranus: What’s your hobby? 

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Orion: Favourite month?

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Aries: Favourite movie? 

Cygnus: Favourite weather? 

Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

[mental-health-positivity-deacti]

I’m probably gonna regret this but I’m bored so… send me stuff, I guess

[gynwop-blog]

Further development on the science shadow org.

Its now called the Sanguine Project.

Other developments on the various departments:

Security: These guys are the head honchos in the labs. Their job is to police the other Departments and make sure everything is going according to plan in live tests. During a crisis all other departments report directly to Security. Additionally a lot of their time is spent keeping civilians and the legal parts of the Empire out of Project business.

Blood: Busybodies of the Project. They handle all of the blood related tests and usually are the first to get their hands on any new test subjects, performing intial analysis of their abilities and health. Most experiments have some degree of blood study or controlled aspect to them related to blood and as such a member of this department is involved in every experiment run by the Project.

Recovery: The strong arm of the project. The members of the Recovery Department take charge over retrieval and recovery of Project assets when that are... misplaced. They work hand in hand with the Security Department, who makes the final call on whether or not a mission is handed over to Recovery. It is department policy that preventing non-project forces from acquiring their assets at all is more important than retrieving the asset itself. This is usually completed by termination of the asset.

Psionics: An oddball department. Most of their studies relate to the lower end of the spectrum, but does also take a strong approach to studying the effects of purples and their chucklevoodoos. They have the highest rate of “misplaced“ assets and constantly need the assistance of the Recovery Department.

Cybernetics: This department focuses on robotics and cybernetic advances. They are the only department to never put in requests for test subjects. They often have a long line of volunteers.

Expansion: The front end of the project and only aspect of it to come into the public realm. These are the recruiters of the project, who keep an eye on potential assets for the program to acquire and bring into their fold. They also handle any requisition orders from other departments. Whether that be test subjects or equipment, it all falls under the scope of Expansion.

Submission: One of the less appreciated departments. They do not have a particular field to study, but rather a single objective to fulfill. Their only job is to develop advances in subjecting foreign and domestic threats. This usually pertains to civilian unrest and trolls with more rebellious tendencies.

Energy: The backbone of development within the project. Members of this department work with almost every other department in the finalizing of researched projects. They specialize in making sure everything works.Whether through mechanical sources or biological ones, these trolls give a developed project the final stamp of approval before it becomes mass produced for the Empire.

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Man I need a name for the silly ass science org...