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After a long absence and “hiatus” of this blog, I’ve returned to feeling like I should update it and return it to its former glory. For now, it’s completely revamped and pretty much empty. So…
If you’re a Homestuck RP Blog that wants on the list, reblog this post and I’ll put you on the list as quickly as I can manage.
Let’s try to get this back in use.
thexluckiestxofxfour
H3LLO TH3R3, T1NY 4ND R4TH3R 4DOR4BL3 L1M3-FL4VOR3D CR34TUR3
WOULD 1T COM3 OFF 4S RUD3 1F 1 W3R3 TO 4SK JUST WH4T 3X4CTLY YOU 4R3
1 H4V3 N3V3R M3T 4NYTH1NG L1K3 YOU B3FOR3 4ND 1 4M B3YOND CUR1OUS
– Ask anybody and they’d probably admit that this move right here might as well quality Terezi for the Justice League of Geniuses, or whatever the name is for the secret club of people with the highest IQs. After some authorial googling its name has instead been revealed as Mesa International. Which isn’t nearly as cool sounding, and a strongly worded persuasive missive will be sent to this establishment pronto regarding a change in name, but that’s not the point.
– The actual point is that this particular north american hollering phallus baboon human can and will provide the fucking inverse matrix when it comes to drama plotted against hilariousness. According to him, anyway.
TG: back for round two i see
TG: dude what about the whole forgetting all about you just on principle thing escaped you last time
TG: obviously i dont remember
TG: let me just swing around in this highbacked chair petting a grotesque dick puppet resting in my lap and some delicious half eaten chef boyardee set precariously on the chair arm
TG: ah mr bond ive been expecting you
-- And there it was again. Dᴀᴠᴇ’s sense of humor was certainly odd, but Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ would openly ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ that it was funny, in a weird sort of way. Kind of like the kid himself was, if she thought about it that much -- which she did, of course.
GC: 1 C4NNOT B3L13V3 TH1S, D4V3
GC: YOU H4V3 L1T3R4LLY FORGOTT3N TO FORG3T
GC: TH4T 1S HON3STLY JUST 4 N3W L3V3L OF 4M4Z1NG
GC: 4LSO WHO 1S MR BOND
GC: 1S TH1S SOM3 W31RD HUM4N CULTUR4L R3F3R3NC3 TH4T 1 C4NNOT B3 3XP3CT3D TO UND3RST4ND
gloriifiied
-- It seemed that everywhere she looked -- or, sniffed, to be more ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ -- lately, all that Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ could taste (smell? sense? there were a number of verbs ᴇʟɪɢɪʙʟᴇ) was ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs. With her ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴇʟғ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ from the ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ of Pʀᴏsᴘɪᴛ and the meteor ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ traveling from bubble to bubble, she was completely sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ by them. It certainly wasn’t a ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴᴛ, but it fell a bit short of the ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪɴɢ side, as well. To her, it was simply a fact.
-- Eᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ had ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ that she was tired and left to get some sleep. Of course, she was ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ to dream -- ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ, she would visit the ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs, as seemed to be the ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ. Per usual, she was left unsurprised; the girl appeared to be standing by her hive. It smelled nice, ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ, in ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀsᴛ to how ʙʟᴀɴᴅ and gray so much of the meteor seemed.
-- A nose sniffed the air, ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ to sense any other ʟɪғᴇғᴏʀᴍs (or would deadforms be the proper term for ghosts?) that may be ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ nearby. As much as Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ loved her friends and enjoyed most of their time spent together, some time alone would be ʀᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ; everywhere she turned, she felt sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ by the living and the dead alike. After a moment, she ʀᴇsᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ to calling out.
-- “Hᴇʟʟᴏ?” Her voice sounded small out in the woods, echoing amongst the leaves and branches. “Is ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?”
corvusredux
-- Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ had expected this to be more interesting, but in ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪsᴏɴ to the days ᴘʀɪᴏʀ -- they seemed so long ago now -- all this was rather dull. At this point, all that she and the eleven other trolls seemed to be doing was ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ of sitting ᴀɪᴍʟᴇssʟʏ on this meteor, waiting for the demon to catch up with them. It was depressing, really. The only exciting thing that had happened in a while was her ending up on the receiving side of a money ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ, and the ᴄᴏɴsᴇϙᴜᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssɪᴏɴ with its ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛʀᴀᴛᴏʀ.
-- As it was, Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ needed something to do; something to keep her mind ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘɪᴇᴅ. She did enjoy the company of her friends -- some of them, at least -- but they were nothing new, and the drama that they always tended to get caught up in was ᴛɪʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ, at best. Thus, the only idea that came to mind was the human who had ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ brought about her ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇss of their race.
-- Checking the timeline, she quickly sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ a date: April 12, 2009, the day before the humans were apparently sᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇᴅ to play the game. But how to ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssɪᴏɴ? There wasn’t exactly a ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ message she wished to ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʏ, after all...
-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --
GC: H3Y D4V3
GC: DO YOU R3M3MB3R M3? >:]
-- Not particularly interesting, but it would have to do.
self-conscious sentence starters
“You don’t think I’m getting a bit chubby, do you?“
“I’ve never worn something this beautiful before.“
“This really isn’t flattering on me.“
“Everyone’s looking at me…”
“Are you sure I look okay?“
“Whenever I open my mouth I sound dumb.“
“Is there something stuck in my teeth?”
“I’m not a very good dancer…”
“I’m definitely going bald on top. Do you think I can cover it up?“
“Why did I ever think I could wear this shirt with these shoes?"
"I just wish I could look good naked."
"I can’t talk in front of all these people!"
"Oh, god, I hate my ______"
"Why does my voice sound so stupid?"
"I can’t sit next to her/him looking like this!"
"Everyone saw that, didn’t they?”
“I don’t think this is my color."
"I don’t look like I was just crying, do I?"
"She/he looks so much better than me."
"Can you see the scars?"
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Looking for long-term interactions
I am looking for a few people to interact on regular basis instead of once in forever. I am afraid of being a bother though. So, can I ask for people who are interested to drop an ask? I am up for friendships/enemies/whatever else develops. I’d love to finally get real development going. I would especially love to have Karkat form bonds with Dave, John, Terezi and Sollux, but really any character is welcome. I will be happy to discuss things over ask or fanmail and plot things out. I also have Skype, kik and pesterchum for plots or if interactions.
Even if you aren’t interested personally I’d appreciate reblogs and signal boosts.
-- Iɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ﹐ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ғᴏʀ Tᴇʀᴇᴢɪ Pʏʀᴏᴘᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ Hᴏᴍᴇsᴛᴜᴄᴋ -- Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴍᴜɴ﹐ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ -- Pᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜ ᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ﹣ʟɪɴᴇʀ﹐ ɪᴄᴏɴs ᴜsᴇᴅ -- Oᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɴsғᴡ -- Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ
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