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Thos blog and my ither two dst blogs @voxola-radio, @silent-shadows @surfingorwhatever are still active, I just have no threads going right now

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sentient78

Well. It's not fun to be in as miserable a state as you are now. Wires torn out, limbs beaten up, a missing leg, hand, and fingers. Not ideal. It's a miracle you haven't gone offline. Though... To make matters worse, someone is coming.

@surfingorwhatever

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Yeah. WX can admit to themselves that this isn't the ideal situation. Lying back down, face up in sand, barely able to move. There's several large holes in their chassis, exposing chugging gears and frazzled wires. A few of them are sliced through, spilling blue and red out of said holes. Their right leg is torn pretty clean out of its socket, their left hand and part of their forearm are missing, and on their remaining hand, they no longer have a middle or index finger.

But it's not like they'll admit that out loud. They're far to stubborn for that.

But with footsteps coming closer, they might have to come to terms with the fact they're royally screwed.

sentient78

surfingorwhatever:

She’s just sitting there, watching them. Watching them struggle. “So. You havin’ fun rebuilding yourself yet?” Walani says with a half smile, resting her cheek against one arm while she sits criss-crossed. “Or do ya wanna admit I can help.” Not that WX needs help, they’d never agree to that. Just that she was useful seemed good enough.

She can leave now, she knows that, right? At least WX can deal with the consequences of the ocean and likely die alone. They’ve dug their own grave and would rather perish at this point then struggle with someone watching.

At least they always come back somehow. They don’t entirely know what’s going on.

Which is also quite terrifying. Actually, thinking about it, it’s horrifying, shutting down then waking back up, their body in a new place. And going back to where they last were yields no evidence of them being there, besides lost tools and materials they had on them at the time.

Crap, now they can’t decide what’s worse. Embarrassing themselves in front of a stranger, or reliving (re-dying, even?) that scary point of darkness.

“LET ME THINK ABOUT IT,” they say, begrudgingly.

surfingorwhatever

"Mhm. Yeah, nah." She grabs the pieces, pinning WX down with a shoe if she had to. "You need fixed up." With that, she began to fix WX, pieces by piece, wire by wire. Functionality starts to increase over time until wx is either able to worm away partly fixed, or be fully repaired. "That better?"

sentient78

Well. It's not fun to be in as miserable a state as you are now. Wires torn out, limbs beaten up, a missing leg, hand, and fingers. Not ideal. It's a miracle you haven't gone offline. Though... To make matters worse, someone is coming.

@surfingorwhatever

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Yeah. WX can admit to themselves that this isn't the ideal situation. Lying back down, face up in sand, barely able to move. There's several large holes in their chassis, exposing chugging gears and frazzled wires. A few of them are sliced through, spilling blue and red out of said holes. Their right leg is torn pretty clean out of its socket, their left hand and part of their forearm are missing, and on their remaining hand, they no longer have a middle or index finger.

But it's not like they'll admit that out loud. They're far to stubborn for that.

But with footsteps coming closer, they might have to come to terms with the fact they're royally screwed.

sentient78

surfingorwhatever:

"Okay–” She gathers up their spare parts and sets them five feet away. “–then fix yourself. Show me that you can fix yourself up and totally don’t need any help from someone trying very hard to help ya.” She sits down by the pile of separated parts.

They can do this. They can totally do this. They have one hand (mostly) and can move at least a little.

WX rolls over to reach for the metal. It’s so far-- why did she place it so far? That’s so inconvenient. Their arm soon plops down into the sand from lack of stength.

Crap. It feels so energy-intensive to just stay working- They clench their remaining fingers into the sand in an attempt to drag themselves forward, but they can’t even do that.

This is embarrassing now. Maybe they should’ve powered down before the human arrived. At least their struggle wouldn’t be blasted on full display.

surfingorwhatever

She’s just sitting there, watching them. Watching them struggle. “So. You havin’ fun rebuilding yourself yet?” Walani says with a half smile, resting her cheek against one arm while she sits criss-crossed. “Or do ya wanna admit I can help.” Not that WX needs help, they’d never agree to that. Just that she was useful seemed good enough.

sentient78

Well. It's not fun to be in as miserable a state as you are now. Wires torn out, limbs beaten up, a missing leg, hand, and fingers. Not ideal. It's a miracle you haven't gone offline. Though... To make matters worse, someone is coming.

@surfingorwhatever

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Yeah. WX can admit to themselves that this isn't the ideal situation. Lying back down, face up in sand, barely able to move. There's several large holes in their chassis, exposing chugging gears and frazzled wires. A few of them are sliced through, spilling blue and red out of said holes. Their right leg is torn pretty clean out of its socket, their left hand and part of their forearm are missing, and on their remaining hand, they no longer have a middle or index finger.

But it's not like they'll admit that out loud. They're far to stubborn for that.

But with footsteps coming closer, they might have to come to terms with the fact they're royally screwed.

sentient78

surfingorwhatever:

"Listen, you have one finger on your left hand and you’re missing your right. Let me help you then I’ll be on my way, ok?” She pulls WX over to be right-side up. “It won’t take long, then you can like. Break my fingers or whatever.”

“STOP TOUCHING ME!” Human warmth is gross. WX squirms a little trying to get away, but it’s not much use.

“I KNOW HOW TO FIX MYSELF. I JUST NEED METAL.”

There’s not much metal out here. They probably would’ve died, they admit to themselves, but now they’re stubbornly determined to help themselves now that a person is involved.

surfingorwhatever

"Okay--" She gathers up their spare parts and sets them five feet away. "--then fix yourself. Show me that you can fix yourself up and totally don't need any help from someone trying very hard to help ya." She sits down by the pile of separated parts.

sentient78

Well. It's not fun to be in as miserable a state as you are now. Wires torn out, limbs beaten up, a missing leg, hand, and fingers. Not ideal. It's a miracle you haven't gone offline. Though... To make matters worse, someone is coming.

@surfingorwhatever

-----

Yeah. WX can admit to themselves that this isn't the ideal situation. Lying back down, face up in sand, barely able to move. There's several large holes in their chassis, exposing chugging gears and frazzled wires. A few of them are sliced through, spilling blue and red out of said holes. Their right leg is torn pretty clean out of its socket, their left hand and part of their forearm are missing, and on their remaining hand, they no longer have a middle or index finger.

But it's not like they'll admit that out loud. They're far to stubborn for that.

But with footsteps coming closer, they might have to come to terms with the fact they're royally screwed.

sentient78

surfingorwhatever:

The footsteps get closer and closer until they pause. A female voice speaks. “Oh shoot–!” The footsteps continue and quicken until WX-78 can see their company. “Okay– okay. You’re still functional, I can work with this.”

She goes about reconnecting wires carefully and setting things back into place. "Okay, just a few more wires…” She finishes the chassis wires and works on getting the leg reattached. “You’re in pretty rough shape, huh?”

“HEY- WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” WX tries to swipe at her with their remaining hand, but it barely even reaches her. Okay. Plan two. They muster up their remaining strength to roll away from her.

“I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I CAN BREAK YOUR FINGERS IF YOU TOUCH ME.” That threat, they realize, doesn’t hold up very well when their hands aren’t really prepared for finger breaking.

surfingorwhatever

"Listen, you have one finger on your left hand and you're missing your right. Let me help you then I'll be on my way, ok?" She pulls WX over to be right-side up. "It won't take long, then you can like. Break my fingers or whatever."

sentient78

Well. It's not fun to be in as miserable a state as you are now. Wires torn out, limbs beaten up, a missing leg, hand, and fingers. Not ideal. It's a miracle you haven't gone offline. Though... To make matters worse, someone is coming.

@surfingorwhatever

-----

Yeah. WX can admit to themselves that this isn't the ideal situation. Lying back down, face up in sand, barely able to move. There's several large holes in their chassis, exposing chugging gears and frazzled wires. A few of them are sliced through, spilling blue and red out of said holes. Their right leg is torn pretty clean out of its socket, their left hand and part of their forearm are missing, and on their remaining hand, they no longer have a middle or index finger.

But it's not like they'll admit that out loud. They're far to stubborn for that.

But with footsteps coming closer, they might have to come to terms with the fact they're royally screwed.

surfingorwhatever

The footsteps get closer and closer until they pause. A female voice speaks. "Oh shoot--!" The footsteps continue and quicken until WX-78 can see their company. "Okay-- okay. You're still functional, I can work with this.

She goes about recconecting wires carefully and setting things back into place. "Okay, just a few more wires..." She finishes the chassis wires and works on getting the leg reattached. "You're in pretty rough shape, huh?"

#It works!!#I don't write super long

porn bots still find thia blog what

the-valiant-valkyrie-deactivate

i know it shouldn’t. i really know it shouldn’t. but the fact that walani canonically. in canon. smokes weed. that klei went out of their way to canonically state she did. at some point. smoke weed. just. hits me like a freight train every time i remember.

#oh #drug mention #well then

strawberry-lemonade

reblog if you think polyamory is valid

i need to prove about 10 thousand points to my parents

#so long as there's communication

surfingorwhatever

“It’s been awhile.” ( @shipwrecked-chef)

"Sure has Warbster." Walani had a goody, cheery smile on her face. "How ya been?"

( @shipwrecked-chef )

shipwrecked-chef

Warly gave a relaxed chuckle, leaning against a tree. ”I’ve been running between here and the more solid parts of the constant. Apparently, a piece of the moon fell, who knew it’d have so much life on it? Though, I can't say much on the part of surprise anymore... I mean I’ve seen a literal vampire king pass through my camp.” He started in what would more be a beginning of a ramble before stopping himself and just giving a smile. ”How about you?”

surfingorwhatever

"Busy as a bee. Takin' care of twin krampii isn't easy but I'm happy to have had them around. They grew up and took off like Wendal did." Walani smiles. "New moon islands sound fun."

“It’s been awhile.” ( @shipwrecked-chef)

"Sure has Warbster." Walani had a goody, cheery smile on her face. "How ya been?"

( @shipwrecked-chef )

needsmorememes

“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years. Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.

“It’s been awhile.”

“I can explain.”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“How did you get here?”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”

“I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”

“Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back. Now!”

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”

“Do you remember me at all?”

“Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”

“Well, fancy seeing you again!”

“I never stopped looking for you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”

“Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’

“How dare you show your face around here!”

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

“Why did you just walk away like that?”

“Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”

“I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”

“I’m sorry I never contacted you.”

“Do - I know you?”

“Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”

“Miss me?”

“Please don’t let this be a dream.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Did you ever even try to look for me?”

“You said you’d never come back here!”

“Thank god I finally found you!”

#bring walani to liiiife

unperturbed-surfer-gal

Rules Ask ((Hey I’m testing the waters to see how active the DS RP community is these days, I used to run a Wigfrid RP blog back in the day but I left for personal reasons in 2017. If you’re an actve DS RP blog, or wanna rp, could you do me a favor and like this post so I can follow you back? Or you you can be a truly righteous dude and reblog this so more folks can see it. Feel free to dm me if you want me to write you a starter or recommend you a Jimmy Buffett song!))