Synergy

[Autoplay Warning.] Helmsman, Citta Affiliated. Housed in Gamma. Can use Telepathy up to 15 minutes a day.

[psychop0mp]

    In the interest of both expedience and actually getting things done in a timely manner, she decides not to beat around the bush, getting straight to the point as quickly as possible. 

[txt] my intent is to gather as many of you Captors as possible [txt] and head into the other city to remove a large section of the sector which provides their power! [txt] i will be helping with my own psionics of course [txt] but im not strong enough to do what i want to do on my own

[spacemoat-blog]

So she knew what your role was, or your capabilities. Very well, at least she knew what she wanted, and you would go along with that for the time being. 

       [text] an offensive, then? count me in. 

       [text] you’ve come to the right troll. it just so happens that I am well, in the mood for lashing out right about now, so I would rather it be against the other city than this one, correct?

       [text] tell me a time and place and I’ll be there to help. 

[psychop0mp]

spacemoat

To: the psiionic From: aradia megido [txt] hello! [txt] if this is the troll i think it is then i need your help! [txt] that is to say you have a certain level of power i cant quite match [txt] but would certainly come in handy with a certain endeavor! [txt] will you hear me out?

[spacemoat-blog]

You literally just got your cellular communication device, and literally someone was pestering you. However, in the madness of all this, you decided to read the message, carefully scanning the words before deciding what to do next. 

       [text] Greetings. 

       [text] I have read and accounted for your words and find myself quite in agreement.

       [text] I am listening. If I can be of use, then feel free to count myself in, as they say. 

       [text] Tell me more. 

Goodness, if you could do something to stop this sudden urge for destruction, then you would do it. That would be much better than going berserk, after all. 

[spacemoat-blog]

shewhotends

Well fighting was normal for you to see, sure enough. Just look at all those people fighting and dying...and you’d give a laugh at yourself for realizing that they’d all have to be killed twice for them to be taken out of the running of well...world’s next top city or whatever was going on. 

However, a familiar face in the other city sealed the deal on you not really feeling up to having a fight. You’d approach with that smirk on your face and just gesture to all the chaos around the two of you. 

     “Here we are, at a war again. That’s twice now. Two cities, two versions of the same individual, and I heard that if you die twice, you’re gone for good. This is almost two much, right?”

Oh the duality, this was great. 

But your smirk would soften into something a little more gentle as you let out a low chuckle. 

     “It’s really good two see you. It really is...two see you well.”

[spacemoat-blog]

Alright alright, here’s some info for what’s going to go down for Psii and his Alt for this event. 

normal Psii would be at first, just about going berserk from going from a fraction of his power to his full power all at once. He’s physically weak from all those years serving as the Helmsman, so it’s almost too much for him and he may or may not be a danger to those around him.  He has all his powers unlocked and it’s really not the best thing for him at this moment. 

and the alternate Psii is one who never broke down mentally during his time as the helmsman. His attitude’s far less morose and yet here he is, working to stopping the fighting so that he doesn't have to sense the impending doom of everyone. Honestly, though as much as he wouldn’t want to fight, he’s surprisingly easy to provoke into conflict.  So much for being a third party. But which side will he take, that is the question at hand here. 

Now you can like this or message me if you want a starter, but please specify which you’d like to interact with! 

[sokumotanaka-deactivated2018121]

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse

[spacemoat-blog]

Includes

Battle Theme:

Battle intro:

Victory:

Defeat:

Assist:

Taunt:

Reacting to Taunt:

Tie:

Perfect Victory:

You can also put the word “Boss” in front of the symbol and I’ll write it as a boss battle instead of just a generic battle.

[angstmemes]

Send me one of the following for a journal entry from my muse.

♔ - An entry about a day my muse felt particularly good on, perhaps because they won something, learned something, met someone special, etc.

☢ - A day my muse felt incredibly bad on, because they let themself down in some respect (e.g. they failed at something they tried very hard for).

☤ - An entry my muse wrote on struggling with a physical or mental illness.

☠ - Mourning the loss of someone dear to them (either to death or other causes).

✈ - My muse has just moved houses, jobs, schools or is staying somewhere new for a while and describes how this makes them feel.

✉ - An angry message my muse wrote down after a heated argument with your muse. (Either directed at your muse or not.)

♒ - A conflict my muse had while dealing with their family, either resolved (and written in retrospect) or unresolved (and written in frustration of the event).

✂ - A message my muse wrote after not having written for a while, possibly because they lost the journal or because they have been busy with other things. (Feel free to include part of the previous entry for perspective.)

♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.

✆ - Someone read my muse’s journal and my muse rants about how that made them feel and whether they knew who it was and have confronted them etc.

[3rd-year-idols-blog]

Send me ┼ for my muse's reaction to walking in on your muse

Number Generator

1. Standing over a body

2. Covered in blood

3. Unconcious

4. Being attacked

5. Torturing someone

6. Struggling to breathe

7. Committing suicide

8. Having a mental breakdown

9. Wearing just a towel

10. Wearing sexy lingerie

11. Completely naked

12. Kissing someone

13. Having sex with someone

14. Watching porn

15. Masturbating

16. Taking suggestive pictures

17. Drunk

18. Practicing pick up lines

19. Asleep

20. Dancing with themselves

21. Packing their bags

22. Climbing out the window

23. Crying at a movie

24. Crying

25. Mun’s choice!

[bliindary]

[You couldn’t help but arch a brow at the name. ‘Helmsman’? Seriously? That is the WORST kind of name to give someone like him. To a Captor. Sure, you know you’re full of shit and names shouldn’t mater but… something was just bothering you about this and, god damn it you just want to hit him over the head and tell him to think of better name for himself… but you hold yourself back from doing so. Or saying that.]

SOLLUX: ii thiink you need two come up wiith your own kiind of name. or remember what iit wa2. iif ii fiind anyone from your tiime ii’ll be 2ure two 2traiight up a2k them.

[The least he could do.]

[But now you know you fucked up. Those words you said had dug you into a pit of shit. Though you deserve it. You had to force yourself to make your own poker face because of how much you fucked up. Honestly, you can be the worst troll ever. Worse then Eridan, that’s for sure.]

[He did manage to surprise you with his own words. Something you didn’t expect and it made you stop and think of what you would have said next. You don’t need to die again for pissing off an ancestor again…]

[Well… you should make it up to him. Because as the shit troll you really are, the least you could do is not ditch this guy. You gnaw on your lower lip lightly, thinking of what you should do before anything stupid happens. Try to fix shit that you fucked up. Again.]

SOLLUX: 2ure ii am. look what ii ju2t 2aiid. …and 2orry about that…

[Wow this was hard.]

SOLLUX: ii mean, ii didn’t have anythiing better two do. ii can ju2t take you around thii2 place or 2omethiing. iif you want. ii don’t want you wonderiing and lookiing liike a lo2t wiiggler.

SOLLUX: iif not then that'2 cool two. whatever.

[spacemoat-blog]

So how they would make you remedy the situation was for you to name yourself. The smile that would cross your face would merely be superficial. You? Deciding for something on your own? Nearly impossible. Thinking on this, you would recall one thing. Just one small thing that may help assuage the other’s irritation. 

     “...I answered when I was called the Psiionic, once upon a time. Speaking to you...reminded me of that.” 

     “Thank you, Sollux. Your advice is heeded, and it shall be fulfilled.” 

You yourself calmed down slightly, taking a deep breath. While you were still slightly upset. More than slightly, but you could contain that this time around. While the other’s words could be taken completely the wrong way and you could easily hiss in anger, you did not. 

You...knew that the Empress was here. You hadn’t seen her just yet, but you had this sinking feeling that you /knew/. ...Was it that own voice you were hearing? The voice telling you that you were doomed once again? You accepted that without hesitation. 

But...noting the other as a Captor, or rather, someone who would have normally shared the same fate as yourself, you would find yourself willing to do anything to stop that from occurring. Though you hardly knew the young troll, you...would not let them be turned into a tool. 

You died once. doing it again so that your fate would not be repeated was an easy enough task.

Nonetheless, Sollux had apologized to you. You would reach out and ruffle their hair, having seen this gesture among humans as some kind of reconcilatory gesture, though you didn’t know if that would work or not. You only did that for the briefest of moments, letting out something that could be called a chuckle.

     “...Nerd.”

     “It’s fine. It’s fine to get carried away every once in a while. I’m a grade two fuck up, myself.”

With that, you’d glance about before returning your gaze to the young troll. 

     “I don’t mind in the least. As long as it gives you something to do--it is known that boredom can lead to death, I’ll have you know.”

     “So...again, thank you.” 

[imsomothaglubbinfine-blog]

sail on savage seas [closed]

[imsomothaglubbinfine-blog]

          It would’ve been so much simpler if she had just left then and there. Certainly he hadn’t noticed, at least, she wanted to believe. When their eyes met, albeit briefly, she found it difficult to formulate any comebacks. A greeting–one in a style she was accustomed to.           “Welcome to the ‘Hive’ City.”           She smirks, although she can feel her courage feigning behind it. There’s no way she would allow herself to ever show any weakness. Not to him–not to anyone. In these instances, it felt as though she were home and everyone knew her name. If only she could go back to better times.

helmsman free of the battleship must b good 2 stretch ur scales i mean if u bereef this cullshit fakey virtual world da humans made its a shad betta than home i guess but livin w/ deez humans was seariously da WORST -EXP-ERI-ENC-E eva smfh this place is a fintasy compared 2 earth but w/e

          She talks as she would talk to anyone. How she would talk to the Helmsman when he was tied to her ship. This time, he would be able to talk back and whether she should be elated or not, she wasn’t sure. It would’ve been easier if she just ignored him, pretended she never noticed him. Wouldn’t have been this awkward or annoying to deal with. The empress wouldn’t have admitted how comforting it was to see her own people again, no matter what had happened for them to all be here. Even if it was her own fault.           As if caught in her thoughts, the Condesce scratched her fins, a habit she did when she was frustrated in thought. Not many saw this habit of hers or knew she had any really. 

ok listen  this finna sound weird esp comin frm me but a beach dont got time for any a dis ok? so clam off just stay 2 ur ppl i may come 4 ya i may not idk point is as ur empress u can have as much fun here as u wanna be da u u were b4 meetin me shit nvm w/e do w/e i dont have time 4 flounderin round

          Shit shit shit shit shit           She glares at him, crossing her arms before turning her gaze away, strategically trying to get herself out of this situation. Should’ve just walked away before it got to this. Letting out a quiet sigh she turns her heel to him and tells herself to start walking.

i dont need ya 2 get outta here u stay in this fakey world n ill go back to everyfin ive worked hard 4 betta off like this lmao

[spacemoat-blog]

This was hard on you, way too difficult, much more than you originally thought. Speaking would become difficult, and your show of confidence would falter at the sound of her voice.  Despite your efforts, you would shrink back ever so slightly, frowning ever so slightly. It was as if you could feel it in your arms and legs--you were bound, never to be freed.

This freedom you felt, for a little while--was this a cruel joke? But...that was something you were used to. Something that...you had grown used to. The strain put on you, the effort you put into everything, that was something you were used to. 

You see, you hated yourself for this, but you were used to being a slave. If you woke up the next day to find yourself there? You wouldn’t bat an eye. 

...

You really were just a pathetic lowblood, huh? And she’d called this place fake. Which meant...you never really left the ship in the first place. That somehow, your consciousness had been implanted here post death. So even still...you were not free. 

You never would be. 

     “For something so fake, it seems real enough. A lot of effort was put into this. I can’t say that I enjoy it, however.”

     “Sudden change is not good for me. For me to be here is wrong in entirety. While it might be better, I cannot enjoy it. I am not sure I want to be here long enough to get used to it, either, Empress.” 

You’re used to this as well, talking with the Empress in such a manner. While you would work on your tasks, she’d speak to you about anything, really. Being able to actually reply, however, was something else. However, you noted her behavior, noticing her discomfort or...well she was not happy at all, to say the least. 

     “.....”

Her words left you without any to return. Your eyes fell upon the ground as you took those words in, mulling them over as if they were in a different language that was difficult to translate.

     “...My people?” Technically, ‘your people’ were dead. A hint of annoyance entered your tone. 

     “Before meeting you I was still a slave. I rebelled and failed. So you want me to be a failure once more? You want me to watch those I trust die before my eyes again?”

     “...If that is what you order, then /fine/. I have no right to refuse you that. Isn’t that what you taught me? Never to disobey you? ...Fine.”

Fine, this was all fine. You could be the failure you were again--it wasn’t that hard, considering you still were one. Everyone could die around you in the Vast Glub once again and you still would be fine. 

As she turned, you wondered why she’d just leave and then almost flinched at her words. They actually stung your already horribly low self esteem, if there had been any there at all to begin with. 

     “Are you saying that...I’m useless?”

     “...I understand. Useless and a failure, what a pair of things to be.”

     “Your command has been processed and accepted, Empress.”

[spacemoat-blog]

     “It is due to these events that one is to say: ‘What the fuck?’, is it not?”

     “...What the fuck.”

[ofcondemnation-deactivated20160]

You know very well that this was no simple dream. You must keep telling yourself that. Hell, you were given proof! Though if you were to die when awoken; have this be some cruel joke for those to enjoy watching by their lonesome… then so be it. Let them revel in their questionable and downright humiliating joyous affairs. 

This would not be the first time you have been the “center of attention”.

You feel yourself grin in the slightest, hearing his spoken voice for yourself instead of a mere projection. Though rather melancholy as well. He sounds worn, and tired, and… And broken. Completely and utterly defeated. Not the man you once knew, that is so much evident. But getting to play catch-up was inevitable.

You feel at a stand-still; indulging in this moment for what seems like ages and ages. Drinking your fill of euphoria and delight when the smallest of chuckles reverberates within your lungs. As time starts moving at normal pace in your own mind once more, you do the honors of making this reunion a more sentimental one. 

With a hard tug on his hand you bring him closer, enveloping him in something much-needed for the both of you. 

An embrace full of warmth and longing, desperately clutching to the back of his garb as you squeeze your eyes shut and continue heightened laughter. You can feel tears beginning to burn and blur, but you don’t have a care in the world right now.

[spacemoat-blog]

Before you knew it, he let out a chuckle. Almost foreign to you, this sound, for you hand’t heard it in so long....oh so long. The other smiling...ha...it was like you were experiencing everything new once more after all those years, and the rush of emotions that went with it swept you up and for once...

Made you forget what you’d went through. 

A chuckle answered the other from your own throat, a little rusty sounding, seeing as you rarely laughed at all. It almost turned into a cough, but you managed to keep it in check. 

Being drawn into an embrace, you’d reciprocate without hesitation despite your aversion that you’d acquired to being touched. You trusted him...you believed in him. 

And he was here, alive, and laughing like an idiot. Or was that you laughing? Your eyes burned, but still you refused to let the tears form. You loathed yourself for being so weak, and everything about that time.

That time when you had hope...to being hopeless. 

For sweeps you steeped yourself in a pit of despair, numbly following orders like a good worker. Yes, that was your born role to do, to power and control machinery with your psionics. 

Feeling this light...didn’t feel right, but with the other there, clinging to you in an embrace, you felt as if you could bear it just a little bit longer. 

You think that maybe, just maybe if you were here, your friend wouldn’t have to suffer any longer. 

     “My friend...” 

Yes. 

     “My...friend.”

The hope that had been missing for so long was here, and finally you let your stubborn pride slip. If your friend was happy, then nothing else really mattered, right?

Right.

[imsomothaglubbinfine-blog]

sail on savage seas [closed]

          …           Running into other trolls at this point was starting to become an overplayed joke. Unlike the practical jokes that humans seemed to enjoy, this one wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as she thought it’d be. A disappearance act would certainly be helpful at this point.           He stood there, his back just before her, probably blissfully unaware that she was around. She only saw his back once–when he boarded her ship. Ever since then, she’d only see him face to face. Pausing, the Condesce contemplated a few choices. First, she could say something. She could approach him, taunt him, manipulate him to return to her side so that they can find a way out. Second, she could attempt to attack him right then and there. You know, show some tough love. Lastly, and the more likely scenario playing out in her head, she would leave. Not say anything, not even look back in this direction, and go.            It was an odd realization knowing that that she felt regretful–or it felt like it. Maybe the Helmsman would be better off this way, their paths never to cross again. She knew she did what she had to do but maybe this time she could actually pity him and–           Ugh. Here she went again with this pity shit. 

          He was closer now but back still to her. She reached her hand out before pulling away. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Maybe it’d be better like this after all. She didn’t need him anymore. He could be free now.

spacemoat

[spacemoat-blog]

Life. 

It abounded everywhere you looked, as did the vision of life outside of the hemospectrum. These humans...all of them were at birth, equal. It would amaze you, leave you standing in wonder, silently observing the humans in awe as they passed by. 

Equality, to an extent, existed somewhere. 

...

It hurt, for you to look upon this. Something you never truly would have, no matter how much you looked upon it. You belonged to a certain someone only as a mechanism to power her flagship. Sure she spoke to you from time to time, but...

It was because of her doing that the Sufferer was dead. Someone who had shown you hope, and you had to watch as he, along with your faint glimmer of hope, was snuffed out. 

Those words of anger your friend spoke.

Never would you forget, and never would you...

Never?

Why did /she/ have such an absurd sway over you? You write that off as fear, and  would then turn to head back to your hiv--lodgings, but you would see /her/. 

You were frozen in place, as if you had been bound to the spot. You knew you were doomed from the moment you arrived in this city, and this one could be the reason for that. What were you to do? 

You should want to fight her, you should want to run. To leave and wish you never even saw her here. But the fact remained, that the Signless was here as well, and by fleeing now, that would probably put him in some sort of danger. 

So, you stand your ground, determined to endure this encounter as best as you can without breaking down into the depths of your deeply entrenched despair. You would not crumble, the past was the past, through you were staring it straight in the face. 

A killer. 

The one who destroyed your hope. 

And yet, she was the one that extended your life. Should you despise her for that? Damn this confusion, you can think about that later. 

     “...Empress.”

You dipped your head, no matter how much you try, over the sweeps you’d been verbally lashed at should you try to look a superior in the eye. You would try, but you loathed yourself even more that it was so difficult even now. 

But you managed. You would raise your head, to look the threat straight on, the corner of your mouth quirking into a faint smile. You had to appear confident, though you were far from that. 

     “Welcome to the ‘Hive’ City.”

[spacemoat-blog]

“Stop asking me questions I can’t answer!” or “Why, if you loved me, would you have strayed?” // (i dont love myself)

     “...” You halted your inquiries, as asked, or rather, with that tone in her voice, ordered. Whenever she spoke in that tone, you had to resist the urge to cringe back, but...that resistance had faded sweeps ago. You shrank back against her words, falling into a silence that was as loud as any statement. 

     “I must apologize for that, Empress. I was out of line--a mistake I shall not repeat.”

That was a lie and you both knew it. Every once in a while, you’d get like this, asking why she’d extended your life for so long. Just...why? That was something that she never would tell you, and that had frustrated you to no end. 

But that last comment...that last comment caught you off guard. 

If he...what? 

     “Equipment cannot harbor feelings for those who use them.” Was your initial saying, but...something was off. You had heard that sometimes, over time, someone of such a poor rank as you would develop feelings for the one who held them captive. 

Why didn’t you hate her? You wanted to, but why /couldn’t/ you?

She killed so many, and among them was someone who was...very important to you. 

And yet you could not hate her entirely, and you despised that part of yourself. Still, you managed to raise your voice once more. 

     “Hypothetically speaking, if that were true, I would not stray. My loyalty never sways when it is true.”

So forth you would continue this downward spiral of self loathing. It would be something you never would manage to free yourself from, sadly. 

Then again, maybe you deserved it.

[objectivelyhot-a]

Into The Woods sentence meme

“I wish.”

“Careful the things you say.”

“Don’t you know what’s out there in the world?”

“Someone has to shield you from the world.”

“Stay a child while you can be a child.”

“Stay at home. I am home.”

“I was raised to be charming, not sincere.”

“Slotted spoons don’t hold much soup.”

“I want a friend. And a pet.”

“The prettier the flower, the farther from the path.”

“Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched.”

“You’re so nice. You’re not good; you’re not bad; you’re just nice.”

“No, you are not to come.”

“Will you please go home!”

“I can capture my own damsel, thank you.”

“The harder to get, the better to have.”

“Dwarves are very upsetting.”

“What I want most of all is to know what I want.”

“Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.”

“What’s the good of being good when everyone else is blind, and you’re always left behind?”

“Everyone tells tiny lies.”

“Nice is different than good.”

“Agony! Far more painful than yours!”

“I’m no longer a child!”

“Anything can happen in the woods.”

“May I kiss you?”

“I’m in the wrong story!”

“Best to take the moment present as a present from the woods.”

“But if life were only moments, then you’d never know you had one.”

“I’m not good. I’m not nice. I’m just right.”

“The farther you run, the more you feel un-defined.”

“Someone is on your side.”

“I need your shoe to have a child!”

“Sorry, I only tell the story. I’m not a part of it.”

“If it were up to you, a decision would never have been made.”

“Because of the way you treated me, I’ll never, never be happy!”

“I was just trying to be a good mother.”

“You look just like the princess… only dirty.”

“Stop asking me questions I can’t answer!”

“My love, why so cold?”

“Why, if you loved me, would you have strayed?”

“I am only human.”

“Leave? But I do love you.”

“I shall always love the maiden that ran away.”

“Is that what you really wish?”

“Stay with me.”

“Who out there could love you more than I?”

[spacemoat-blog]

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     >>INITIATING: CONVERSATION.