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lordtupperware:
“I need to be seeing it,” Phobos argues again. “Please, Sung, what’s the matter?”
Sung groans, curling in on himself. “I’m sick, alright?” he says. “And not the kinda sick you’d understand. There’s nothing you can do right now, so just let me be.”
“I want to understand,” he pleads, grabbing Sung’s hands. “Just talk to me.”
lordtupperware:
“New?” Phobos asks, looking down at… Sung, he presumed? So small. “Well, yes, it is a new helmet… quite new, really. I don’t think I’m new here, either…”
“You… oh, I’m sorry,” Doc says, shaking their head. “I just didn’t recognize you then! You must be…”
They’re quiet for a moment, staring up at Phobos, squinting to try to make out any familiar features. “Sorry, who are you, then?”
“My name is Phobos! I’m not entirely sure if you know me, but I think I’ve seen you around before once or twice.”
Phobos smiles, even though it’s not visible. He hopes his demeanor will show he is, though.
Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2
“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”
“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”
“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”
“No more today, you’re at your limit.”
“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”
“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”
“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”
“Nap… please? Nap with me?”
“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”
“I can’t lift it without shaking…”
“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”
“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”
“Standing up is about all I can do.”
“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”
“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”
“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”
“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”
“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”
“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”
“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”
“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”
“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”
“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”
“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”
“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.
okay please reblog this if you are happy to write lengthy threads with long, complicated plots and multiple non-player characters, whilst driving the plot forward on a mutually-responsible, mutually-beneficial basis, sometimes winged and sometimes not, using the “yes and” technique to build a story
lordtupperware:
Phobos, as usual, refuses to leave Sung alone.
“Sung… this isn’t good. Whatever this is, it needs to be fixed. What’s going on? Tell me.”
“There’s no fixing it,” Sung says, his tone quite a bit more stern than he meant. He lets out a little huff and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I know that talking about it. Is just going to make it worse. Like I said, I just need to ride it out. And it’s nothing you need to be seeing.”
“I need to be seeing it,” Phobos argues again. “Please, Sung, what’s the matter?”
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Doc frowns as they stare up at the unfamiliar person, head tilted to the side in question. It’s not often (or… ever) they see people they don’t recognize, so they know they have to be cautious.
Although, perhaps it’s someone they have met before, and they’ve just had a change of wardrobe.
“Is that a new helmet?” they ask, “Or, are you… new here? Somehow?”
“New?” Phobos asks, looking down at... Sung, he presumed? So small. “Well, yes, it is a new helmet... quite new, really. I don’t think I’m new here, either...”
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“It’s nothing of your concern,” Sung insists. The light in his chest flickers again, and he flinches just slightly. He lowers his head– he can’t quite look directly at Phobos, even thought his visor. “Just leave me alone and let me ride it out. I’ve survived it before just fine.”
Phobos, as usual, refuses to leave Sung alone.
“Sung... this isn’t good. Whatever this is, it needs to be fixed. What’s going on? Tell me.”
Rattled and Relief Starters
“You’re shaking, I can see it. It’s okay.”
“Get away get away… get away…”
“You’re not okay, please, let me help.”
“Stop it, no. Enough. STOP!”
“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay.”
“I just-I’m sorry I… I didn’t mean to react that way.”
“Did I… please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“We’re going somewhere safe.”
“No, no no no it’s all going wrong, we’re running out of time!”
“We’re gonna get through this, okay? Trust me?”
“It never really stopped… the shaking is always there…”
“Please don’t lie to me… tell me what’s wrong.”
“How about we just go somewhere quiet okay?”
“I know I’m not good at this but… I’m here.”
“You’re making it worse!”
“Why did you have to bring it up?”
“Hold onto me, you’ll be okay.”
“I want it to stop. It’s not stopping.”
“Are you doing better?”
“Don’t make me talk about it. Please don’t.”
“It’s alright… I get it, I do.”
“I’m back, like I promised.”
“Leave me alone-just leave me alone.”
“I’m coming closer, and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?”
“You are safe. You are going to be safe.”
hey there, i’m looking for some new people to interact with! sung is a cheery (and sometimes slightly dumb) alien man who loves to help people and make new friends. this blog portrays my own interpretation of an artist’s persona, and isn’t meant to represent the real person behind him.
i love crossovers, ocs, anything like that! i also often write on discord, i’m fine either way. if you’d be interested in writing with my boy, feel free to like, reply to, or reblog this post and i’ll write you a starter or drop you a message!
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"Don't make me talk about it. Please don't." -doctortupperware
“I want to know what’s going on,” Phobos pleads. “Please, what’s going on?”
Rattled and Relief Starters
“You’re shaking, I can see it. It’s okay.”
“Get away get away… get away…”
“You’re not okay, please, let me help.”
“Stop it, no. Enough. STOP!”
“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay.”
“I just-I’m sorry I… I didn’t mean to react that way.”
“Did I… please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“We’re going somewhere safe.”
“No, no no no it’s all going wrong, we’re running out of time!”
“We’re gonna get through this, okay? Trust me?”
“It never really stopped… the shaking is always there…”
“Please don’t lie to me… tell me what’s wrong.”
“How about we just go somewhere quiet okay?”
“I know I’m not good at this but… I’m here.”
“You’re making it worse!”
“Why did you have to bring it up?”
“Hold onto me, you’ll be okay.”
“I want it to stop. It’s not stopping.”
“Are you doing better?”
“Don’t make me talk about it. Please don’t.”
“It’s alright… I get it, I do.”
“I’m back, like I promised.”
“Leave me alone-just leave me alone.”
“I’m coming closer, and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?”
“You are safe. You are going to be safe.”
You now have full permission to bug my muse until they punch you in the face
Send in questions that are going to drive my muse off the walls
“It’s been quiet around base.”
“Too quiet.”
“How so?”
It’s Phobos who asks, walking up to Meouch to see em. He hasn’t seen em in a while.
lordtupperware:
“…you doing okay there, bud?”
“I may or may not be a little buzzed.”
“Would you like a glass of water, perhaps?”
“Isn’t it fucked up how a goblet isn’t a small goblin?”
“...you doing okay there, bud?”
leave me alone
> open starter
“… I forgot how to read.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks!”
