[🌱˚SM-13 Logs˚🌱] @sm-13logs - Tumblr Blog

'I- Hello? Hello? Who is this? You can...hear me? Fuck, someone can actually hear me?!

I won't- you don't get to know my name. Tell me yours, and- and maybe-

Maybe I can help.'

Ooc info below the cut ^^

”Oh, you have to realize they aren’t going to let you go? Such people in a starless universe lack so much compassion and revelry.”

-🎭🩸

'Course they do. But they're also lacking people. They need people, and I'm useful. They know that, they wouldn't just- just leave me here!

HEY SIMON, I'M BACK. Check this out.

*almost instantaneously, an image of the pre-rapture night sky is projected onto the walls and ceiling of the sm-13, faded hues of purple and pink and dark blue covered in tiny pinpricks of light making up as many constellations as the cramped space will allow.*

Pretty cool, right?

-💫

(:3 he deserves to see the stars inside of that godforsaken submarine I'm dying on this hill also hi again!)

Oh, wow. This- It look just like when I was a kid. Mars, the skies were...just like this.

Mom always said if there was something good about the colonies, it was the stars. Not enough light pollution out there yet, I guess. Not compared to Earth.

...thank you. It's nice to have a reminder.

Hi! Idk if/when you'll see this, and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but I just wanna say I love your blog so much. You were the first Simon rp blog I interacted with, and your writing is so incredible. I still hold your blog dear to me, even when you haven't been active in a few weeks. I understand if you're gone for another few weeks, or if you don't come back at all. I'll forever love the rp we've done so far. Just take care of yourself, and I wish you the best with everything. And as they might say in Eden, may you rot well.

-⏳

[This is so, so incredibly sweet- thank you so much, Hourglass. It means so much to me that you wrote this, I feel so incredibly honored. I adore roleplaying with you (It's one of my favorite ongoing storylines-!!), and I'm forever grateful you've found my blog.

I apologize for the lack presence I've had over here, though this has definitely brought back a bit of motivation ^^ and now that I have more free time on my hands, I hope to finish up all those asks that have been sitting in my box- I think I got so stressed with them that I forgot it's supposed to be fun. Thank you, for the reminder

May you rot well <3]

#Mod the messenger #⏳️ anon

[An odd sensation lances up Simon's arm as he takes Lyr's hand - not quite painful, more of a mild tingle than anything. Lyr's expression momentarily sobers.]

Whatever you do, don't let go.

[They whisper a phrase in a foreign tongue, and the SM-13 disappears around them, a dark void filling the space. Until...

Large bookshelves surround them, seeming petite compared to the high ceilings. Hundreds, probably thousands of books, scrolls, and loose pages line the shelves. Lyr still stands before Simon, still holding his hand, a faint glow fading from their eyes. They sweep their free arm out to the side.]

Welcome, darling, to the Archive.

-⏳ (Don't feel the need to apologize for the late reply. We all have stuff going on, and we all need breaks sometimes. I/we can be patient :) )

[Simon startles at the tone of their voice, and even more so when the inside of the sub begins to fade into darkness.]

Wh- Shit!

[He tugs on Lyr's hand- not in an attempt to escape, but rather, it seems, to hold on impossibly tighter. When the contents of the Archive reveal themself to him, Simon seems to pause. Analyze. He can feel his feet back on solid ground, which is a relief, to say the least.]

Lyr, what the fuck was that.