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[olfashionedloverboy]

introspection / self evaluation

[oneshadyhellhound]

good ass night

with @shadowedstray and @snoopscouting and im sorry i have no clue who else was there

[lassofthelaw]

> You take sip of coffee and sit down at your desk. After waiting a moment to enjoy the peace, you set your mug down and turn on your computer.

[dilldaydreamer-blog]

Moonlight Meet

(Backdated to sometime a night or so ago because what is rping in realtime.) You make your way to the park, where Fin mentioned he’d be walking his ah...sharkdog like critter. Gordan.   A dozen thoughts in your mind, but for the moment, more just a general desire to see him and make sure he’s in one piece considering the horrible mess of things. You can only imagine what all went down in the green mansion of horror...all things point to their actions not being authorized which likely could mean a number of likely results. Holding onto the bag of tiny burgers you had set aside earlier in the chance of giving them to him, you sit at a park bench to wait in the cold. @orangetrails

[tallyhothere-blog]

Touch the face of God...

You open your eyes again.  Had they been closed a second or a thousand years, you’d barely be able to tell at this point.  Time and space stuff, it’s really quite bothersome.  This is why you always preferred to leave this gobbled y gook to the eggheads up in the labs.  They’d probably have all sorts of things to say about this. Well shucks, now you kind of miss them.  Time to think about something else! This area felt different. Looked a bit different too.  Where as you could recall floating through well...something. A strange mix of ocean and stars with bubbles floating about hazy like a dream.  But here...no bubbles to be found.  The stars feeling so distant in the darkness and what almost feels like soft whispers at the edge of reality itself.  Great, leave it to you to find the edge of the infinite space and probably topple right off it. Damnit. This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.  You were going to rescue your friend!  You were going to be with your friends!  That’s all you really wanted, was to finally be together. You’d feel almost sorry for yourself when reality shifts and the inky space of ocean blackness parts to a night sky.

Well...it’s certainly pretty. You’ll give it that. Maybe the cosmic forces that be are throwing you a bone here.  Or maybe this is just nothing at all.  Still, there is a pull coming from there, drawing you closer.  And if anything it sure beats floating around doing nothing.

You exhale, and allow yourself to get pulled towards the light.  Like a fish going with the current, towards who knows what.  Hopefully not some cosmic wood-chipper because you will have some *VERY* terse comments if that’s the case.

[paradoxidolatry]

Bro ==> Sort through your papers.

It’s hard, raising a kid and trying to do right by them.

It’s hard, and nobody understands.

But one day...

...they will.

[apurpleaddledbaker]

A Dream’s A Soft Place ta Land

🎵

‘Sugar’

There’s little here to keep track by here. Just the comings and goins of whoever’s keeping you and whatever the motherfuck they say while they’re doing… whatever they’re doing.

‘Sugar, Butter, Flour’

The room’s still bright, always so bright, it hurts to see everything so much you hate it here, your eyes hurt and you can’t see anything around you, can’t know anything about your surroundings for sure. Yeah your nose tells you sterilized scent and too clean hospital but it’s not… you know it’s not…

‘Sometimes I still see her’

You can’t remember much, can’t keep much in your head, there’s something keeping you quiet and fuzzy and unthinking… But you remember music, you remember being curled up and warm and listening to a music story that brought you to tears. You know you love (loved?) it.

‘My mother the dreamer’

You remember that another song was your favourite, but those words are far beyond what you can bring to mind, far beyond what you’re able to remember. Also… you think that one’s really sad, you think, you… don’t want ta make yourself too sad right now. Gotta keep ya spirits all kinds of up for when somebody comes to rescue ya… if they come to rescue ya…

‘She’d say “Nothing’s impossible child”’

You’re scared they’re not gonna, not worth trying to find ya is it? Be easy to replace you, find a better clown to slot into what ya did, it’d be real easy. But there ain’t much use in getting ya despair on right now. Maybe that’s why you’re trying to get yourself all sorts of calm with some pretty words?

‘A dream needs believing’

S’not much else ta keep ya mind occupied, you’re waiting waiting waiting for what’s wanted of you. Ya can’t move, you’re strapped down and trapped and unable to be moving at all. You’re caught and there’s no way you can see yourself escaping.

‘To taste like the real thing’

You’re voice is rough and breaking, you don’t think all of the words make it outta your pan but you don’t real care about that. Not at all. Never did before, ain’t no thing happening now gon change that.

‘Like some stranger you’d recognize’

You’re so tired, so very tired. You don’t right know what’s going on, too far gone to know what’s being done to yah under than a pulling thing that almost feels similar to bigger wounds.

‘So pure… so pure… so electric’

And the deadening of one of your arms, can’t feel anything there, s’not with yah anymore…

‘So sure… so sure… so connected’

You try to keep yaself breathing even, try to keep the calm you’re deluding yaself into believing you’ve motherfuckin got all about yourself.

‘To those little… believers inside’

S’hard though, ya not… not made for believing in the good things that could be occurring, not really.

‘May we all be so lucky…’

Not when your head wants you to remember, to know, all the worst possibilities and how much more likely they are to be occurring to you.

‘But dreams... they’re elusive’

S’much more likely for to just give out before someone finds you. S’much more likely that nobody’s looking in the first place. S’much more likely this is going be your ending place than anything else you might be wanting to believe.

‘The kind we’ve... gotten... used to’

And you do wanna be believing in the better things, don’t yah? Someone’s missing yah, no matter what your pan’s trying to say.

‘S’nothing I can... feel’

S’all so hard to keep a hold of what’s going on in your pumper, if there’s anything at all. Maybe whatever’s keeping you going ain’t caring enough to give you that?

‘Nothing I can... hold,’

S’hard to keep yourself together right now, so hard.

‘Nothing I can... have,’

But you have to, someone might be coming for ya.

‘Nothing that I... know’

Ya don’t wanna be just another one of the lost ones. Ya don’t.

‘Dreams come... and they go’

So you’re just gonna… just gonna keep going… best you can…

‘But hold ‘em... hold ‘em and keep ‘em’

You can’t feel much, but what you can is enough to focus ya attention on. Ta keep yourself awake and present in ya here and now.

‘And know that you... that ya need ‘em’

There’s a dull ache in the skin of your face, a wound that ya ain’t been strong enough to heal yet, it runs across ya skin in dull, sporadic sparks a pain and makes ya flinch back into the metal behind you.

‘When your break.... breaking point’s all that ya have’

You’re voice breaks off as you hear a door opening, scraping metal against metal and you’re not alone anymore.

‘A dream’s... a soft place to land’

There’s a condescending voice near your ear, you can’t really summon the strength to turn towards it in your current state.

“Such a very helpful boy.”

‘May… we all be’

The darkness of unconsciousness comes and you can’t hold it off none anymore today.

’So lucky’

So ends another day.

[gunsandshipsandtheradio-blog]

m!a You are yourself from the future for however long the mun wants! If you try to tell anyone about the future then bubbles start coming out of your mouth instead of words. Have fun future Eribabe ;D

[[ Mun had 8 Eridan’s possible for the future and the wheel said: 

So… Here I open the gates. ]]

[[ I would like to see the other ones.  So if anyone wants to resend the anon... hell yeah. MORE FUTURE ERIDANS.]]

> Unlike the past, there are lots of futures with different meanings

> The Future is uncertain.

> In this one…

> YOU DIED. 

> You look about the same but no one can see you, probably, not that you would like to see anyone.

> You are ghost here. Why have you been summoned?