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@heartprinced
by the way for now i’ll just keep this blog in a full hiatus until i get the guts to decide what to do with it, you’ll find my ass on either my multimuse blog ( i got a dave muse there from a special au timeline ) or on discord @ 1-800-AGUST-D#2465 if you wanna talk or rp something there ! until then, have a nice day y’all ♥
sometimes i remember i do have this blog
okay im totally gonna retire for a while as i need to get some lunch game going so feel free to add me on discord @ the rise of dick™#2465
Long story short: during Karkat’s birthday celebrations and the celebrations of the Alternian Awakening Day which happen to be during the same day, Jake and I were asked to pose for a portrait. And I’m not even going to tell who sneaked this picture, because I’m pretty sure he’s gonna come out on his own.
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horndmanic:
@heartprinced \ song starter
“ The world is too heavy. Too big for my shoulders. ”
“ we’ve been given quite the burdens, haven’t we ━as if we ever fucking asked to be whatever the fuck we are. ”
“ who were you before the world decided to tear you apart ”
poetry starters: algedonic / accepting / @horndmanic
inquiry had him quip thin lips as mind himself would reach the field of overactivity, touching so many sides within the realm of possibilities you could easily let yourself craft such a perfect lie, such a realistic little thing holding within the gauges of time like puppet strings. something so, so strong and invisible no one would notice, always there, truth of truths.
but what was the point in losing himself in a thousand multifaceted conjectures, when he was standing with one who was true embodiment of the concept of plot armor? it was just stupid, a waste of valuable time ━prince’s cloaked tangerines giving a glance to bard in shades of purple while he himself sipped his soda almost nonchalantly, nose in a slight wring at the still not assimilated spark of the drink.
“ what can i say, huh? i could waste minutes talking about how probably i was but an innocent child whose state of purity died too soon like a flower within winter’s grasp. i could tell you i was but a victim of wicked circumstances, someone who couldn’t just escape his fate no matter how much he tried, and that cycle after cycle he just ended up yielding out of exhaustion. ” a pause. “ but truth be told, i probably still was some kind of douche. ”
“ i’m lost and i just want to meet myself again ” ... ow
poetry starters: algedonic / accepting / @golgogun
so here they were again, a cycle askew ━a twisted game fate’d play to him as punishment for wickedness so deeply imprinted within his genes, a mistake within paradox space that was he whose eyes within thick shades menaced once more to redden and bring more tears to that cracked crystal table of theirs, each droplet widening the cracks.
he deserved it, right? the humiliation, the sense of abandon so strong within starved bones, a bleeding mass where heart once laid for he had none ( robot, robot, robot ), for he was but a toxin within that world that needed to be isolated, quarantined like the monstrosity he’s always been meant to be.
seeing his face hurt( loving him still hurt more )
“ this ain’t a place for self discovery. ” and he loathed his own harsh tone, he hated it so much just like he hated how his own gloved grip clung to metal door of his warehouse, his only safety ━but what else could he do, if not pushing and pushing away, if not sparing darling page of all hopes from further ache only he-prince could bring? they didn’t need this. he didn’t need this. no matter how much he ached ━no matter how much he wished to wishgranting wings to make things better. “ leave, jake. for any inquiry that requires my opinion, you can always deliver to one of my acolytes at the mausoleum. ”
they were gods, but at what cost ?
“ how far is happiness ”
poetry starters: algedonic / accepting / @shikinamis
“ not here, for sure. ” it was immediate, a murmur ━princely figure still stiff nearby her and her fiery mane, observing with caution in his own anomalous pallor. her sarcasm was his, that very vein of spite towards a life so unjust towards them all who only wanted to make it to next dawns and next sunsets ━and yet it was something he-prince felt like she shouldn’t be burdening herself with.
( again and again, dirk strider, taking on your shoulders other’s problems )
spite within his very bones turned mellow, his lips in a thin sigh. he never was man of consolation when hands of his were meant for heart’s annihilation ━nor of humane habits, that is. decades spent with nothing but fragments of self and the deep blue sea weren’t mother of morals. “ maybe you’ll be lucky and find it, who knows. i lost my hope, but yours might still be hanging around or something like that. ”
“ i blame your father for not loving you enough ”
poetry starters: algedonic / accepting / @davestr1d3r
snark, in small dosage ━quipping his voice within the tired slur, calloused digits brushing frame of familiar pointed shades away from visage of his before reaching the still bed-waved hair, a yawn following. sleep was but a commodity for him who was a god within gods, but still tiredness wasn’t exempt from devouring bones and lungs like seafoam against rocky remains.
it ate him whole, bite by bite, a cycle.
“ which one, the one version of you existed four hundred years and a whole universe ago, the demonic puppet, or the ectoslurry machine? because neither of them is prime parenting material, bro. ” now, coffee. he needed some.
rp sentence starters taken from r.h. sine’s work , algedonic
“ wanting you was never enough to make you deserve me ” “ we reach for hands unworthy of holding ours ” “ i apologized when you destroyed me ” “ i held on when i should’ve let go ” “ that’s not love ” “ i know you’re hurting ” “ don’t let them break you ” “ i blame your mother for not building your self - esteem ” “ i blame your father for not loving you enough ” “ i spent most nights surviving you ” “ they’re undeserving of any space in your mind ” “ a man who hides you is a coward ” “ they always leave you ” “ you lie there hurting , wide awake ” “ sadness fills me ” “ love can perish ” “ i can feel us dying ” “ the most dangerous anger is the one that lingers in silence ” “ i made it easy for you to complicate my life ” “ i have bruises no one can see ” “ silence is a language that does not need words ” “ this isn’t what i wanted ” “ i thought i needed you ” “ the hardest part is forgiving people who were never truly sorry. ” “ who were you before the world decided to tear you apart ” “ we were sold dreams that would later become nightmares ” “ you made me cold ” “ sometimes family feels like the enemy ” “ we’ve gotten better at pretending to be happy ” “ you’re not in love , you’re in pain ” “ i’m lost and i just want to meet myself again ” “ you can’t keep loving people who choose to hurt you ” “ we’re all running from ourselves ” “ i ache from the weight of all the sadness in my heart ” “ all the clouds in me are raining ” “ you almost fully forfeit your right to be happy ” “ how far is happiness ” “ sometimes you’re better off alone ” “ there is peace in being away from it all ” “ we are proof that it is never too late to walk away ” “ i leave holes in those i leave behind ” “ you are the tomorrow that i can’t wait to get to ” “ the light lives with you ” “ you are the most interesting thing occurring here on earth ” “ so many souls are undeserving of your trust ” “ be careful ” “ in time we see the truth ” “ on your own you are mighty ” “ you mustn’t let them live ” “ i wish to only to find a heart as lonely as my own ” “ can you hear your own voice over the silence that dwells within you ” “ all of me was never meant to be touched by you ” “ you don’t need to be fixed by anyone ”
‘ maybe it’s maybelline. maybe it’s goblin magic. those are the only two options. ‘
tumblr posts sentence starters / accepting / @golgogun
he’s naivete, a sore thumb against futuristic design and breed that was the heartprince ━whose tangerines observed he-page’s conjectures with a quipped curve of his ever-stoic expression, his figure like silk and glass so delicate in waltzing around other’s frame.
jake, jake, dearest jake, idiotic jake ━how would he always bring excuse of a smile to thine, colorless lips with his mere presence? dirk indeed wasn’t sure if he could still bring himself to appreciate it.
( everything still hurt, )
“ maybe you’re just putting too much thought into it, when the solution is way simpler ━ah, can’t believe ya made me say that. ” an accent there, slight, weak ━a touch of texas from a mouth that never saw that place before, for it was so submerged within the sea as he rose to princely crowns of rebellion, a touch he had grasped via so much footage of brother dearest, assimilated like a starving little thing.
not that he was any different, now.
tumblr posts sentence starters
sentences and such gathered from tumblr posts i saw while scrolling through my dash. change around as you see fit.
‘ what are they saying? ‘
‘ i’m trying reading ______’s lips but there’s too much gloss in the way! ‘
‘ you look good today , pro homo. ‘
‘ i really wish everyone had good hearts and good intentions for others. honestly. ‘
‘ the risk i took was calculated , but man , am i bad at math. ‘
‘ just so you know there’s like , lot of dogs in here. ‘
‘ the sun watches what i do , but the moon knows all my secrets. ‘
‘ maybe it’s maybelline. maybe it’s goblin magic. those are the only two options. ‘
‘ i don’t want to go. ‘
‘ i’ve got like 2 friends , maybe 2.5. ‘
‘ when you sleep with a tank top and you wake up with ya titty out. ‘
‘ god, i dumped the mouthwash in the cap and then when i went to put it in my mouth , my body was like ‘ you’re doing a shot ‘ and i just let the mouthwash slide down my throat. ‘
‘ the three stages of life: birth , what the fuck is this , death. ‘
‘ i don’t need a fresh start. i need a fresh donut. ‘
‘ i fell in love with him / her / them like ketchup falls out of a bottle: slowly, and then all at once. ‘
‘ why are fire extinguishers in glass cases that you need to smash? it’s like , you know what this fire needs? more danger. ‘
‘ if you are lonely , dim the lights and put on a horror-movie. after a while , it won’t fell like you are alone anymore. ‘
‘ i’m pretty sure if hamsters could talk , they’d have british accents. ‘
‘ suck my dick in the rain. ‘
‘ what if birds aren’t singing and they’re screaming because they’re afraid of heights. ‘
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by Katie Oak
by Stephen Carroll
as i’ve noticed the new stream of para based followers, just lmk via ims or with a like here if you wanna plot since i mostly rp a mix of f2f and online interactions!!
me, after rereading detective pony: author self insert!dirk and acorn are legit dirk splinters, fucking fight me.
