#(dilutedaspirations)

[taciturnstardust]

@dilutedaspirations replied to your post “bonnie...”:

It's okay. It's okay, it... You did what you thought was right. You didn't know what he'd do.

IT'S NOT OKAY!!! They

he always let them go if we lost before

and they're

they're so little

[fatumincaelum]

@dilutedaspirations Oh, I've been working on a way to fix… Y'know. But I've been making good progress!

... That so...? And it... Doesn't involve any poking or prodding or needing my blood, right...?

[dog-tagged]

@dilutedaspirations

I am visiting your personal space to inquire if you are still arrested in the house and to see how you are doing.

[embellishedbookworm]

@dilutedaspirations replied to your post “hey tumblr, you dead?”:

No I'm Life

​wait. you're tumblr? like, the whole site? :O

[ofgalaxiesandstars]

@thundergoodspeed

@dilutedaspirations

His head was pounding in time with his heart, A painful rhythmic beating that was making it difficult to get any sort of good rest, even within the medical pod. He remembered voices. Fighting desperately to escape and protect that tiny figure he couldn’t bear to leave in that place. He remembered feeling ashamed. Having to rely on a power he’d never wanted to use.

‘Don’t be so afraid... You are one of us...‘

He hated it. Those awful voice, that sickening hive-mind he’d come to abhor over the years of having a heart. They didn’t care about the lives they took, didn’t care about the balance. He remembered trying to ignore them as he barely heard Eve speaking to him, only to slip into a dark void of nothingness. Nothing but whispers.

‘Join us...’

‘Give in...‘

‘Wake up.‘

His eyes snapped open, and he suddenly tried to sit up--

THUD--

“Ow!“

He groaned, keeping himself propped up slightly with an arm, his other hand rubbing the spot on his forehead where he’d ended up smacking against the glass of the pod, “What the hell...”

[thundergoodspeed]

@ofgalaxiesandstars

@dilutedaspirations

“Captain’s log,” Gary said. He’d started recording, partly to keep himself sane, remembering what was going right with the mission despite how stagnant everything was...and partly in case someone found his rotting corpse decades in the future. “Day seven--or eight? I don’t remember, there’s not really days here--on this miserable rock. Water stock’s holding up fine, food stock is...questionable at best, but still edible. Tastes like a butthole, but it’s keeping us alive.” He looked around as he bit down on a worm’s head, making a face at the flavor. Barren wasteland mostly. 

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned off the recording. “Ohh, Avocato! Please tell me you found something besides these freaking worms. Please. I need...I need something besides worms.

[blu-screen]

@dilutedaspirations

⋆ magic bones, very different thing

⋆ means i still gotta absorb new energy and uh. i run out? ⋆ not a great idea to run out.. heh

⋆ an' hey, never turned down food before, ain't about to start now!

[stardustedwanderer]

@dilutedaspirations

It appears stardust has become starcat. As to the how? For the first time in the long time I can honestly say I have no idea~

Wonderful.