#gaudiloquentanemone

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@gaudiloquentanemone replied to your post “(( mcelroys: the adventure zone is over! me, a crazy new fan who has...”

(( It's not actually over! Just the first campaign is. They're going to do more with new worlds, game systems, and characters; they're just taking a break to figure out what to do.

(( thank fuck my guy ))

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gaudiloquentanemone replied to your post: I was gonna get into Hiveswap but it apparently...

(( The day I pay real person money for anything related to Homestuck is the day I die

SWEATS AS I LOOK AT MY HOMESTUCK MERCH. 

[iron-immolate]

@gaudiloquentanemone

Hey. 

I’m fairly positive that this toaster wasn’t for me? You must have mixed your contacts up with me and your timelines son? 

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gaudiloquentanemone replied to your post “themindfang replied to your post “I’m feeling A l9t more chill rn...”

yo+u sho+uld speak yo+ur mind, silaas. it's no+t healthy to+ keep everything bo+ttled up inside -- neither fo+r yo+u no+r fo+r tho+se who+ o+ccasio+n yo+ur emo+tio+ns. an unspo+ken pro+blem can never be so+lved

is this letting l99se en9ugh, Anniel?

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@gaudiloquentanemone @luxmageddon @2a22oniic @bulletprxf @tentiginousteratologist

I’m the Orphaner Dualscar, but that’s too mouthy an professional for a freetime setting, so please call me Vwitrex instead (minus my quirk: Vitrex).

Wvhomst I be talkin to?

[antithalianadscript]

> Handmaid: encounter a stranger

> You’re peacefully gutting a small animal, one of several to unfortunately fall prey to your sudden need to fill your stomach, when you hear something nearby, a sound deeply out of place here in the forest: sobbing. Carrying your work, you go to investigate. Another troll might be able to tell you where you are, what timeline this is -- or they might be a threat that you should probably take care of soon.

> As soon as you find her, you know she’s not a threat, at least not right now. The other troll is curled up in the fetal position, sobbing into her hands, moaning “no” ... You recognize those horns, but your timeline’s Dolorosa isn’t nearly so big, or so flowery. Further confirmation, if any were needed, that you are far from “home.” Let’s see what information you can get out of her.

“Hello?”

> She looks up with dead eyes, a haunted face.

“Have you seen my son?”

“Not in this timeline. Do you know where we are? Can you tell me about events here?”

“No. How did I get here? Where’s Silaas?”

> You can tell from her voice that she’s utterly bewildered; her voice, and the way she stares around the forest like she expects it to dissolve into a more familiar scene at any moment.

“I don’t know. I don’t know a Silaas. Are you sure you don’t -- ”

> She buries her face in her arms again, once more in tears, and you give up on questioning her. But poking out from one of her pockets is a silver device, similar to but also considerably different from the one you carry. You pluck it away telekinetically, though in her current state, you don’t think she’d notice if you climbed up her body and started picking the flowers on her horns. Maybe you can find some answers here -- or at least figure out who can give them to you.