#daesiggil

[homeworldau]

Your preferred name/nickname? Alex, Dae, Ink. (I have too many)

Your preferred pronouns, if you’re comfortable sharing? They or he.

Who are you applying for? Jasper

Can you give us an idea of how you interpret this character?

((timeline wise is for when she was captured))

Raindrops dripped down, the sky itself seemed to mourn the event transpiring below. Her form had roughly been torn apart, no. She wasn’t a fusion anymore. Jasper had to remember she was her own identity and not some…

A slight hitch in breath, only to straighten her back to stiffness when sharp eyes moved to her, wondering what had broken her stillness so abruptly. Her features smooth like a stone and not allowing any emotion to be read off it.

The perfect soldier.

Her thoughts kept running though and for those who looked deep enough in jaded eyes would see her thoughts. Jasper was sure to not meet anyone’s gaze though, staring straight in front of her and hands clasped behind her back.

It was strange to be back to this. It felt… insignificant. A feeling she never expected to experience and yet here she was, even if this body was so familiar to her. She knew every inch of tan and orange skin, every strand of white and yet it never felt as alien as it did that moment.

Her hands roughly seized they got bound together and there was a slight rattling hiss, but she didn’t protest, doing so would only turn out worse for her.

Rough hands pushed her forward and she allowed herself to be moved, more for their sake than her own. The ship was looming and foreboding and she swallowed once more. It seemed that she had gotten more human like treats to her name than she had expected. It would not serve her well and would be better off being quickly forgotten.

The trip back was boring, and she felt like pacing the entirety of her cell like a tiger would’ve done. She would have if not for the many eyes aimed on her. She still had to keep herself collected.

She closed her eyes, but it appeared only a few seconds had passed before hands once more seized her and pushed her out and into the familiar surface of Homeworld. She stared at it, detached and then looked as one of the Gems sneered at her, “welcome back, defective jasper.”

It could be worse, she supposed.

Not realizing that it indeed could get a lot worse for everyone, but especially for her.

Your Jasper is accepted! Thanks for applying, and welcome to the group; when you’re ready, make a blog, and shoot us an ask with the URL!

[verdantanatomy]

What A Wakeup Call

You wake up earlier in the evening than you would like, greeted by what feels like somebody made a home in your think pan and decided to play the thuddiest music they could scrounge up.  A quick glance at the window shows that it’s still a ways off from being properly dark. Scrunching up your face, you slide back down into your slime and try to think what on Alternia you could have done to yourself to cause this lusus of all pan aches.

 You’re still grumbling to yourself half an hour later when batmom starts swooping around and screeching at a pitch that really does just make you miserable. This is it. This is hell. The Troll Devil will be here any minute to personally welcome you and ask if spikes driven through the side of your cranial plates would be more comforting. Flapping your hand at vaguely your mom’s direction, you get her to stop the swooping and to land on the side of your ‘cupe. She scrabbles up to the rim and peers at you. With her fixed in one place, you can make sense of what she’s trying to tell you.

 Oh. OH!

 So, zombies. Apparently a huge horde. Given that information, it’s easy enough for you to think to the last encounter you had with the shambling topiaries. The last incident had set your psi off in a big way. It wasn’t exactly painful, more… tingly. This time though something is off. Not that you have much experience with the undead, but the pain is new. Gripping the edge of your coon, you haul yourself out and land on the floor with an ungraceful thud. Now that you know the source of your discomfort, you can put some energy to diverting your psi to something else. Sat in a puddle of slime you close your eyes and breathe. You can feel the knife-edged pulse of the horde, tearing at your thoughts. Another breathe and you transfer that consciousness to the soft hum of the lavender growing outside your front door. Almost instantly the cacophony in your mind dies down. You feed the lavender some of your psi in thanks and feel it bask in your energy as though you were the sun.

 Centred and more in control you now have the wherewithal to stand and slough some of the drying slime from your skin. You should probably try and see what is happening and steer them from the outpost if you can. Batmom squooks at you in encouragement. A quick round of ablutions later, you check your specibus to ensure you have both long and short range weapons equipped. Not that it should come to that. You hope. Since the evening is now fully upon this side of the planet, you don’t need to wait any longer to get to it. Giving strict instructions for her not to follow – “no matter how tasty you think the spores with be” – you leave mom to guard the hive. Casting out with your psi allows you to locate the horde quickly enough and you set out in that direction.

[dr-archeville]

Congratulations on your birthday, you have gained another level.

Woo-hoo, more skill points!

[guardianshishi-blog]

It didn't allow me to comment on the post itself. So the testosterone post, imagine me giving you both thumbs up. dowob I'm glad it seems to be going well for you there. But ouch, cannot imagine having to get an injection every two weeks. I find every 3 months way too much. Hah. Cherish the changes though and maybe a fun thing to do. Record your voice now, if possible, and record it over a few weeks again and listen to the changes. :D Maybe minor, but they'll be there. Quite a boost imo. ovob

I’m gonna give this a shot and I hope it works out! Thanks for the support and vote of confidence and stuff! Every other week isn’t too bad honestly. I think if it were every 3 months I’d forget, or get antsy things are too far between, which is silly because the every 3 months works just as well as the method I use. Brains, yo.But I’m gonna record my voice I think, and keep it safe and locked away until down the road and listen to the differences!

[ungarmax]

daesiggil replied to your post:So I’ve been fucking around on my old LJ for some...

I kinda remember 2002 too, it seems it had been like…. the age for things like this. XD That’s all I remember from back then.

Sadly enough, AC didn't even come out until 2005, so this was a few years after you weren't allowed on LJ unless you had at LEAST one Sora icon with the lyrics from "Simple and Clean" on it.

Actually, most of my 2002 icons were from Yubinbasya's Zack/Cloud doujins (since they were one of the VERY few circles that didn't feel the need to insert Sephiroth into the pairing >:O) and generally looked more like this:

(Transparent icons were SO COOL in 2002.)

There were also ones I drew, but those looked more like this:

[sikri]

daesiggil replied to your post:2 hours till 2015!

Early Happy New Year to you! :)

thanks dude!

[sugarvaahto]

daesiggil answered your question “OR or  I could start playing pokemon Any suggestions which game is...”

It depends if you want a fast paced game or not. X and Y are fast. But black/white (2) have the best story imo, but are hella slower.

Uuu, I don't mind if it takes long or not to play. A good story is always welcome tho, might be easier to get into the world that way. *ponders* Thank you for recommending. ^^ I've roamed the net and a lot of people seem to say that black/white is the game one should start with.

[sugarvaahto]

daesiggil reblogged your post sleepycupcaketitan: This fellow was c... and added:

Looks like the caterpillar of a Goat Moth. o:

Yes! I just found it out myself. :D