#k-rps

[starlitespecter]

k-rps replied to your post: give me ur indigos

Like, to keep?

to ship

i want 900 indigo ships

[twodeadlegs]

Hot damn! Your style makes me wanna be a better man!

I have been staring at this message in my inbox for ten minutes now and I’m still not sure how to articulate how much this has made my day.

Ihank you so much UwU

[anxiouschanteuse-blog]

all the quadrant/music pictures done today.

[anxiouschanteuse-blog]

♠ Nariad, maybe?

Okay, so bear with me.When I saw that Nariad was a dancer I couldn’t resist a bit of angry Tango.Actually my very first thought was to this scene in Moulin Rouge. ”El Tango De Roxanne”Music Video:I could see this song working for a very possessive kismesitude.It’s a very passionate dance where the partners struggle for dominance. They try to put each other in place through scratches, throws, and bruises. It’s very dramatic and fervent, however they keep equal footing all the way through. 

[stabbitystab-blog]

She couldn't focus. The words on the paper meant nothing anymore, they'd blurred into each other long ago, shortly after she woke up thirty-seven hours ago. Sleep had less meaning than the paper. Sleep was just another thing her mind would refuse to allow her. She needed to step away from her studies, away from the hours she had spent poring over her notes, trying to find the key. 

The television was on in the background, classic game show laughter filtering through the rest of her thoughts as she rested her head in her hands, staring at the paper despite it's futility. 

The laughter was grating, a distraction. It was like it was taunting her to tell the truth. She turned in her chair, staring at the screen as blood splattered across a camera, more laughter and a switch to a secondary one and she was watching some kind of gruesome game show. Blood everywhere. She her lips curved up slightly, watching the fight as it drew to a close, as it cut to the smiling hostess, and Amthea's eyebrows furrowed. 

It was gauche, glamorized murder, and yet it had a certain allure to it, the lights, the laughter. It all made it seem very real, and with all the death, all the blood that she'd seen it was all just a little bit sickening. But it was intriguing, and she was left curious as a voiceover announced over the credits that if trolls were interested in the show they should communicate with the hostess. 

She chuckled. It couldn't hurt to have a simple discussion at any rate. It would certainly take her mind off her studies for even a little bit. She turned back to her desk, pushing the papers aside and pulling her grubtop forward, clicking on the icon for Trollian. It took her a few minutes but she found the hostesses tag in the online list, and taking a deep breath she double clicked on her name. 

-- ambivalantDisquisition [AD] began trolling premeditatingHostess [PH]  --

AD: Apologies for boƮhering you.

AD: I jusƮ caughƮ Ʈhe end of your programme. 

AD: LeƮ's jusƮ say...I'm inƮrigued.

[occultistarts]

k-rps replied to your post: No but really each of those diamond thingys mean a...

Wait… So I could talk to you like any time? Like… For real??

Yes, please, I'd like that very much. I got upset earlier partly out of depression and I don't understand why all these people follow me and like don't talk to me? Makes me feel like I suck and no one is interested

[alexsbirdfantrolls]

II SEE that you are something of a soCIopath, Mister Corven.

I’m a what now? Oh no did zaurak send You here? Ah he did didn’t he? You and him You guYs are totallY in cahoots aren’t You? Man the guY won’t give me a break I don’t even know You man!