This Fucking Asshole

All art drawn by or for this blog, please do not redistribute it. Your name is Sollux Captor, and you are hot shit. Its a shame no one knows who the fuck you are, but if they did they would totally know you were a genius, and handsome to boot, well most of you. Its a shame about that face though. DivinityBound Sollux

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GracIIous. Perhaps II should come onlIIne more often?

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II shall then.

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II would be quIIte happy to trade you. Those poor acolytes..

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GracIIous. Perhaps II should come onlIIne more often?

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[technicaspiration]

II would be quIIte happy to trade you. Those poor acolytes..

[illustriousradiance]

With the workers fleeing from her path, she happily went ahead and held the handle with delicate fingers, a thump of aching reality smacked her pumper hard. Knuckles whitening for a moment, she calmed herself a bit, knowing that it wouldn’t help to go in guns blazing. Taking a breath, she pushed the door, wrist twisting as she stepped in with caution.

"Sollux? If it’s not you, I’ll leave immediately, but I’ve come to hurry your exit before anything more occurs." There’s a fright that someone will be in there other than him, making sure to keep yourself behind the door, not daring to peek in just yet.

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"Feferi?" His voice cracked just a little and his ears flicked backward, peeking up over top of his arms at the door. "I cannot find my mask, I am so sorry, I don't know what happened, I don't remember coming here."

His tail curled tight around his own legs, embarrassed and worried she would think he'd meant to be unfaithful in their barely formed quadrant.

[tergiversaticcabal]

"Pale Parlance Speakery. That’s. Where he is wow. Okay then." Glancing up the street, he dances through the crowds, studiously ignoring pamphlets and pale come hithers. "Taken sorry sorry taken, no nope get that hand away from me so help me."

The door is disgustingly pink and…possibly fuzzy. “Uh. So. We. Should probably come up with a plan to get him out of there. I say as we stand in front of the door. This is a good idea. Yes. …How do we get him out. “

Gamzee leaps to the side of the door when the slide opens, hiding against the wall. “Idon’tknowwhattodo.” 

Which is a first. 

(TXT) Totally have everything under control.

(TxT) Things are gon happen. 

(TXT) And stuff. 

[illustriousradiance]

Quick to grow bristley, she simply let her body language rile and smooth, the fur on her tail fluffed out and standing on end. It was one thing to walk through a district that made someone uncomfortable, another for them to be actively reaching out. Eyes alone speaking for her, she kept away from reaching arms and inviting eyes, wanting nothing to do with this behavior.

The whole place looks like an absolute papping dream, only adding to the fluffed out tuft, watching Gamzee stutter and stall. Taking a deep breath, she simply took him by his arms, shuffled him to the side, set him against the wall again and nodded. “Do not. Touch anything. Or. Let anyone come near you. I will return  in a moment. You can tell him I am on my way.”

With a deep breath, she composed herself, and walked with purpose and intent, passing alcoves and piles, plates of snacks and heaters, blankets by the stack. It really was a lovely space, but she had a troll to find, and a face to pap.

The first tip off was the crowd, a low hiss escaping her throat as she glided over behind them, considerably shorter than the group.

"Excuse me, but I do think you may be crowding someone who does not wish your assistance, services, or lackluster attempts at coercion. Now if you do not mind, get out of my way.”

[technicaspiration]

There were only two reactions a person can half toward an angry troll, you can pap it, which by the look of her face and her tone was not going to go away, or you can scatter like a cloud of butterflies away from the door of the embarrassed young man who seemed to be in distress.

The courtesans scattered for her, leaving her way clear to go in after the boy whos diamond she had claim,, who was trying to hide his face in his knees.

[tergiversaticcabal]

This new world is bullshit and he hates it. Everything is off. The way the air smells, the layout of the land, nothing is familiar nothing fits into it’s place it’s just. All wrong. Why can’t he remember he wants to remember. Wind whips his and Feferi’s hair with icy fingers as he glides them to the city and coordinates given, landing in a back alley because:

1) Don’t know if flying is a thing

2) Could be prohibited against

3) Random mutant hate maybe? Who the hell knows. 

Either way he gently takes Feferi’s hand, strolling up and out of the alley into. Well. One can only use the word so politely. Red lightiest district he’d ever seen in his life. Thankfully they seem to be in the area that panders to papping more than anything else. 

"Uh. Well then. This Is. Sure something." 

Double check the coords. Yeah this is it. Sigh. The things we do. Send a text. 

(txt) We’re here? But I’ve no idea how to. Go about getting in or finding you or. 

(txt) Well this is going to be an adventure.

Squeeze her hand gently, looking down with a crooked smile. 

"Bout ready sug?"

[illustriousradiance]

Still not having completely grasped what’s going on, and working in quiet steps, the flight helps blow away any real worries that were particularly outstanding. Everything here felt different, but for the moment, she was clinging to the familiarity. It wasn’t something she was too proud of, having prided herself on her independence for the longest time, but it’d been shaking to wake somewhere she couldn’t recognize.

Holding onto that feeling, her eyes were glued to her feet, unsure how to process the ‘district’ they were currently standing near. There was so much pale everywhere that it was almost unnerving, but the squeeze pulled her eyes away from the deep interest of her new, but well cared for leather sandals.

"Yes, at least as ready as I dare think I would ever be somewhere like this."

Straightening her shoulders, her watch is chirping and buzzing away, reminding her of things, appointments, names, numbers, texts, none of which she was in control of. Huffing, she just started walking, needing to make sure that no one was lamprey-ing on the poor blue blooded nerd.

[technicaspiration]

He was having o assure the very nice gentlemen and ladies tittering outside of the room he was in that no, he was fine, no one needed to come in, really he was quite well he was certain, had anyone seen a mask perchance? No? Oh bother.

[txt>Gamzee] II appear to have lost my mask, and II'm not quIIte sure what to do wIIth myself, they're laughIIng at me  [txt>Gamzee] and II thIInk quIITe close to sendIIng someone IIn because of my dIIstress [txt>Gamzee] IIs FeferII wIIth you? [txt>Gamzee]WIIll you tell her II'm sorry about thIIs whole dreadful ordeal, only II can't recall what happened.

He wanted to be home, with his lusus, or possibly with Feferi, one of those would be nice, certainly not here. Not here would be the preferential choice no matter what he was attempting to do.

[txt>Gamzee] There is a busIIness card here ah, the Pale Parlance Speakery?

[technicaspiration]

The Mechanic had no idea where he was. Well. He had an idea of where he was in general, but no specifics. He didn't even know how he'd gotten there, or why, under any circumstances, he would feel the need to go there.

He'd always handled his temper via exercise and meditation, this was by no means within his purview, and he rather doubted he'd been drinking.

He was half sunk into a pile of the softest pillows, the fabric of them a delight against the skin, and lightly perfumed. The entire room was done in every shade of pink imaginable, with drapery softening every line of it.

There was, fortunately, no one in the room with him, but he could hear them tittering just outside, whispering among themselves, and see them peeking through the curtain that separated this small private room from the rest of the building.

He wasn't entirely certain he could become any bluer than he currently was.

He fumbled around for his mask and could not find it, and settled for holding his face in his hands, elbows braced against his knees, and ears back, peeking now and then at his phone and typing with one hand, his  tail wrapped tight around his legs.

[tergiversaticcabal]

There is water under the ocean.

[technicaspiration]

TA: II’ve no notIIon of where II’m actually meant to be stayIIng or ah

TA: how much II may

TA: oh dear do II owe them any money, II dont

TA: What should II do??

[tergiversaticcabal]

TG: That is a fantastic question

TG: Highly recommend checking your pockets

TG: I’ll bring. Something? As a distraction.

TG: Hopefully. Squirrels are pretty ubiquitous. 

TG: Try to avoid talking to anyone if you can. 

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TA: II

TA: Well II rather seem to have a great many caegars

TA: II'm not even entIIrely certaIIn thes are my clothes.

[tergiversaticcabal]

There is water under the ocean.

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TA: Everyone should thIInk shes a great speaker

TA: As thats true.

TA: Ah well um, you see, there, well 

TA: soft pIIles mostly

TA: [Coordinates]

TA: II’m a bIIt afraIId to stIIck my head out

[tergiversaticcabal]

TG: We both might be a lot biased

TG: I am not perturbed by this

TG: We’re on the way

TG: Coords only kinda help cos. Well.

TG: I don’t have my maps here. (Or anything for that matter. :o/)

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TA: II've no notIIon of where II'm actually meant to be stayIIng or ah

TA: how much II may

TA: oh dear do II owe them any money, II dont

TA: What should II do??

[tergiversaticcabal]

There is water under the ocean.

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TA: II should very much lIIke to know myself!

TA: ThIIs IIs certaIInly not where II fell asleep

TA: Of course II’ve got clothes on, who do you take me for?

TA: IIts a pale parlor

TA: Fef IIs goIIng to be so upset

[tergiversaticcabal]

TG: Yeah I woke up in some stranger’s house

TG: That stranger might be me

TG: Don’t know yet

TG: With Fef right now, she’s worried

TG: Long story short tents hippies think she’s a great speaker I don’t

TG: Even know anyway

TG: What do you see?

TG: Gimme coords, visiuals something I can work with. 

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TA: Everyone should thIInk shes a great speaker

TA: As thats true.

TA: Ah well um, you see, there, well 

TA: soft pIIles mostly

TA: [Coordinates]

TA: II'm a bIIt afraIId to stIIck my head out

[tergiversaticcabal]

There is water under the ocean.

[technicaspiration]

TA: II’ve woken up IIn a brothel

TA: Please come save me

[tergiversaticcabal]

TG: Wh

TG: Sollux what

TG: How??

TG: Do you have clothes on. 

[technicaspiration]

TA: II should very much lIIke to know myself!

TA: ThIIs IIs certaIInly not where II fell asleep

TA: Of course II've got clothes on, who do you take me for?

TA: IIts a pale parlor

TA: Fef IIs goIIng to be so upset

[tergiversaticcabal]

There is water under the ocean.

(MASS TEXT)

TG: Sooo. 

TG: How’s the weather. 

TG: Wondering if you’ve seen anything different lately.

TG: Saw a real fucked up cloud today. 

TG: And some weird pictures. 

TG: Maybe a weird house

TG: I dunno man

TG: Just some weird shit in general

TG: Am I the only one feeling the weird or

TG: Am I just really high or

TG: Did I done fuck up and smoke myself stupid and forget something

TG: I’m wearing clothes

TG: That’s pretty important

TG: Just chilling in a stranger’s house

TG: Hopefully not going to jail for b&e

TG: Nbd, I’ll meet a dude named Avacado

TG: He’ll show me the ways of love in incarceration

TG: The wedding will be beautiful

TG: Hearts and stars and shit shooting from my ass as we ride off on a majestic pony what the hell am I talking about please tell me I’m not the only one having a goddamn motherfuckin existential crisis right here. 

TG: Call me. 

TG: You know. 

TG: IF you want to. 

TG: That’d be pretty fucking awesome. 

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TA: II've woken up IIn a brothel

TA: Please come save me

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Divinitybound

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Bloodswap! Pawfeet! Au for Homestuck

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As of today July 17th 2014 Pantheonbound is hereby dissolved

All members are of course able to keep their own characters, they are THEIR characters after all but the AU itself no longer exists. Members feel free to build their own bloodswap timeline, have fun! Our only request is that whatever neat idea you guys come up with isn’t an exact clone of Pantheonbound. Thanks for sticking with us for so long, and thank you guys for all the fun times roleplaying!

[technicaspiration]

Of course hIIghness. How goes your evenIIng?

[illustriousradiance]

It goes fairly well, t) (ank you!

I ) (ave finally finis) (ed one w) (ole ant) (ology of myt) (os for a region, but I am now out of one of my favourite inks, and sealing wax. T) (oug) ( t) (ese t) (ings may not be vital, I can not start t) (e next wit) (out t) (em.

) (ow about yourself? ) (as t) (e pipe work gone well? ) (ave any of your blueprints sprung to mec) (anized life???? =8D 

[technicaspiration]

May II ask what your favorIIte IInk and sealIIng waxes are?

IIt goes quIIte well, wIIth only a few mIInor hIIcups, though II regret to say my blue prIInts have not come to lIIfe

[technicaspiration]

II am saddened that you are quIIte far away so II cannot offer my own company

[illustriousradiance]

It is a problem indeed. I quite like your company. =8(

At minimum, we can at least speak! W) (ic) ( is always a pleasure!

[technicaspiration]

Of course hIIghness. How goes your evenIIng?

[technicaspiration]

II should thIInk you can fIInd better company than the young bull.

[illustriousradiance]

Orion is quite t) (e gentlebull, actually. ) (e nibbles t) (e daisies I ) (ave for ) (im and I can lay on ) (is s) (oulder.

T) (oug) ( ) (e does not speak muc) (, so I suppose you may ) (ave a point.

[technicaspiration]

II am saddened that you are quIIte far away so II cannot offer my own company