I am the windy thing

RESTART ->YES

“hate-crush… sounds like a ride.” You roll upside down, floating a bit as you wait for Karkat to finish evaluating the relationship you have. You are very glad you are not another John. You are a spirit of breath, not a meat bag. “but i could totally be your rival. i’d win every fight though so… maybe?’

…

You burst out in a huge grin and the wind sweeps your physical self the right way round in joy.

“bros sounds good. bros with karkat!”

High five!

“It is. Its pretty great, and–” you cut yourself off before you get to dreamy and spade-eyed. Aw fuck, what is this kid doing now? Can’t he sit still for like five seconds?

You snort. “Black romance isn’t about physical fighting doofus. Its a serious of one upmanships in the sexiest way imaginable.”

Annnd, there he goes again. Damn this kid is fidgety. Its halfway endearing and half way annoying. You stand up and try to wipe the brain juice off your ass. Its no use though, that shit has set in. You sigh and concentrate on hovering a little above the ground.

“Dude, cool your fucking jets, I said we’re bros not quad-mates, fucking shit man.”

You give him the high five he goes for anyway.

#kkisnotmyname #is fine its fine!

“well... anything you can do, i can do better... except reading. or running. or things involving touching things. so that’s a lot of things.” You give a small shrug but then chuckle.

“who is your quadmate, karkat? do i know them?” you ask.

You look so happy when you high fived him. Heee~

OTA: WELCOME FOLLOWERS

The forecast for today... winds, maybe a storm...

And suddenly a blue windy spirit looking you dead in the eye, inches from your face

“hi there!”

#homestuck RP #homestuck open rp #Open to all #Sorry #ive been reall slack lately

RESTART ->YES

“okay… fair enough then…” Troll culture sounded so interesting and incredibly diverse. You really don’t have a lot to say because you’re actually thinking on how to be appropriate right now. You really like touching and contact but Karkat doesn’t like this.

This is truly tough and you don’t know what to do. Fortunately, you’re good at asking questions. Questions are wonderful.

“so ignoring humans altogether, where do I sit on your relationship scale to you, karkat? an acquaintance? enemy?” Serious business calls for a serious face, yes.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It’s not like I corner everyone into little tiny boxes to tick off all nice and neat like some kind of obsessive shit stain.” That’s a lie. You totally do. Grids and charts are kind of your thing, but you’ve learned the hard way that people don’t like that very much.

“We’re only just met, but I don’t have this burning desire to kill or maim you. No hate here, which is kind of weird I guess.” You look at him sideways. “I usually kind of hate-crush on Johns at first. That’s another troll romance thing,” you add in a hurry. “But that shit isn’t going on here. You’re too fucking dumb to be a good rival.”

You want to say that you liked all the snuggles and cuddles and real talk, that you wouldn’t mind doing more of that. But you also know you’re a bit attention starved, and that’s probably where you’re pale feelings are coming from.

“I don’t know man. I guess acquaintances? Bros?”

#Sorry im late sorrrry D:#kkisnotmyname

“hate-crush... sounds like a ride.” You roll upside down, floating a bit as you wait for Karkat to finish evaluating the relationship you have. You are very glad you are not another John. You are a spirit of breath, not a meat bag. “but i could totally be your rival. i’d win every fight though so... maybe?’

. . .

You burst out in a huge grin and the wind sweeps your physical self the right way round in joy.

“bros sounds good. bros with karkat!”

High five!

“I’m not a– Well. I guess they are spooky.”

There’s a chuckle, but Opal nods.

“Apparently I’m some deity or something to them.”

“you’re the spooky scary god? no way! you’re not scary at all! you’re cute!” You blurt out, as if that’s an explanation.

“Mm. My proper form right now is anything but. I’m supposed to be some great ‘Maker of Monsters’ or something.”

An eyebrow is certainly raised, but she doesn’t comment on the cute thing. God she’s so not cute.

“ ‘m gross and inky.”

You gasp an overdramatic gasp.

“no way! show me! i wanna see!”

There’s a thick pause as Opal legit needs to stare at the very air she breathes before giving herself a facepalm. “I can’t right now, and even if I could I’d rather not! If I try and accept it all, I could stop being Opal! For good!”

“oh… oh no! I’m sorry. i didn’t know!”

“… it’s okay. I can’t be mad at you not knowing.” There’s that loud sigh again. Opal’s been doing that a lot. “I’m just so tired of… straining. Straining to keep myself from exploding into this super weird monster mom or something.”

#dilutedaspirations #sorry im late D:

. . .

“do you need cuddles?”

Say yes. Please say yes.

RESTART ->YES

“i’m old as fuck! old as fuck!” as if that’s something to cheer about, you start waving your hands out, grinning happily. However, you know you’re being an idiot and you burst out into giggles

You don’t mind the brain gook. It’s nice. You lie in it and get yourself coated in it before you phase out into the wind and the stuff just passes through you. You give Karkat time to stall. You’re patient when you feel like it.

“yeah… i have. but like…. i wanted to know.” you look at him and appear so he faces you. “how do i comfort touch you without it being romantic? i don’t think you can be romantic with me, but i want to be a comforting friend!’

“Oh my fucking god, you have got to be shitting me right now.” You crack a grin anyway, and join his giggling fit when he sinks into it.

Wow, that is just disgusting. You just kind of…stare and shake your head.

“You don’t. Trolls don’t do that kind of thing. Unless you’re trying to kill each-other, any sort of prolonged contact is generally reserved for romantic partners. We’re not like humans. Being a comforting friend doesn’t happen. Friend and enemy are the same word on Alternia–being a friends as a troll means tolerating another person and not killing them. At least not usually. You might kill a couple of your friends, but not like, all of them. Just the ones that piss you off in the wrong way.” You pause for a second to let that sink in. “In my culture, wanting to be a quote unquote comforting friend is romantic. Its nothing like human romance at all–like, you wouldn’t have sloppy make outs with your moirail–that’s what we call it–you’d talk about fears and insecurities, calm them down, snuggle and watch movies, shit like that. Its kind of like a human best bro, only more.”

You run a hand through your hair. “So that whole display before was kind of really fucking romance coded for me, on like, a biological level. But I’ve also been forcibly fucking socialized in human culture, enough so that I get that you probably think that’s a totally normal and appropriate thing to do.”

You shrug. “I just figured that is was best for you to get troll 101, why Karkat is getting kind of touchy about seemingly insignificant shit. Like, not saying that it wasn’t nice and all just–fuck–yeah, thought you ought to know and crap.”

#kkisnotmyname #murder is what i do best

“okay... fair enough then...” Troll culture sounded so interesting and incredibly diverse. You really don’t have a lot to say because you’re actually thinking on how to be appropriate right now. You really like touching and contact but Karkat doesn’t like this.

This is truly tough and you don’t know what to do. Fortunately, you’re good at asking questions. Questions are wonderful.

“so ignoring humans altogether, where do I sit on your relationship scale to you, karkat? an acquaintance? enemy?” Serious business calls for a serious face, yes.

RESTART ->YES

“no! the whole body thing is actually a recent development! i live forever but the whole becoming like this and talking is new. you should have seen me when i figured this out… it was great! i could only sing in hurricanes!”

That was terrible.

“alright… but what’s past flirting?” you let go of him and just sit in front of him.

“alright… fair enough. you’re okay. totally okay. do what you want!”

That sounds horrifying. You fight down a shiver, because John singing is probably pretty fucking horrible, and equating it to hurricanes just has you imagining John doing screamo.

“You…never crease to fucking amaze me. Everytime you say you live forever, and then immediately follow with some bullshit wriggler dream fantasy. But,” you hold up a hand, “I don’t doubt its true. Somehow its more bewildering to think of you as a functioning person than some kind of, man I don’t even fucking know what you are. Old as fuck, that’s what you are.”

You scoot a little away from him and try to hover-sit so you don’t get your pants covered in brain gook. You wobble in the air for a second and then fall right down on your ass. You grimace. “This is fucking nasty.” You’re stalling.

You sigh and sit back a little. “I’m guessing you’ve mostly observed humans, right? Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m going to be explaining this a-fucking-gain. Whatever, you know what, I don’t even care. All the comforting touching we were just doing, you know,” you huff and look away, “That shit is kind of romantic to trolls.”

“i’m old as fuck! old as fuck!” as if that’s something to cheer about, you start waving your hands out, grinning happily. However, you know you’re being an idiot and you burst out into giggles

You don’t mind the brain gook. It’s nice. You lie in it and get yourself coated in it before you phase out into the wind and the stuff just passes through you. You give Karkat time to stall. You’re patient when you feel like it.

“yeah... i have. but like.... i wanted to know.” you look at him and appear so he faces you. “how do i comfort touch you without it being romantic? i don’t think you can be romantic with me, but i want to be a comforting friend!’

RESTART ->YES

“no! the whole body thing is actually a recent development! i live forever but the whole becoming like this and talking is new. you should have seen me when i figured this out… it was great! i could only sing in hurricanes!”

That was terrible.

“alright… but what’s past flirting?” you let go of him and just sit in front of him.

“alright… fair enough. you’re okay. totally okay. do what you want!”

That sounds horrifying. You fight down a shiver, because John singing is probably pretty fucking horrible, and equating it to hurricanes just has you imagining John doing screamo.

“You…never crease to fucking amaze me. Everytime you say you live forever, and then immediately follow with some bullshit wriggler dream fantasy. But,” you hold up a hand, “I don’t doubt its true. Somehow its more bewildering to think of you as a functioning person than some kind of, man I don’t even fucking know what you are. Old as fuck, that’s what you are.”

You scoot a little away from him and try to hover-sit so you don’t get your pants covered in brain gook. You wobble in the air for a second and then fall right down on your ass. You grimace. “This is fucking nasty.” You’re stalling.

You sigh and sit back a little. “I’m guessing you’ve mostly observed humans, right? Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m going to be explaining this a-fucking-gain. Whatever, you know what, I don’t even care. All the comforting touching we were just doing, you know,” you huff and look away, “That shit is kind of romantic to trolls.”

“i’m old as fuck! old as fuck!” as if that’s something to cheer about, you start waving your hands out, grinning happily. However, you know you’re being an idiot and you burst out into giggles

You don’t mind the brain gook. It’s nice. You lie in it and get yourself coated in it before you phase out into the wind and the stuff just passes through you. You give Karkat time to stall. You’re patient when you feel like it.

“yeah... i have. but like.... i wanted to know.” you look at him and appear so he faces you. “how do i comfort touch you without it being romantic? i don’t think you can be romantic with me, but i want to be a comforting friend!’

“I’m not a– Well. I guess they are spooky.”

There’s a chuckle, but Opal nods.

“Apparently I’m some deity or something to them.”

“you’re the spooky scary god? no way! you’re not scary at all! you’re cute!” You blurt out, as if that’s an explanation.

“Mm. My proper form right now is anything but. I’m supposed to be some great ‘Maker of Monsters’ or something.”

An eyebrow is certainly raised, but she doesn’t comment on the cute thing. God she’s so not cute.

“ ‘m gross and inky.”

You gasp an overdramatic gasp.

“no way! show me! i wanna see!”

There’s a thick pause as Opal legit needs to stare at the very air she breathes before giving herself a facepalm. “I can’t right now, and even if I could I’d rather not! If I try and accept it all, I could stop being Opal! For good!”

#dilutedaspirations:#dilutedaspirations

“oh... oh no! I’m sorry. i didn’t know!”

RESTART ->YES

“yep! i can speak to you, so it’s a good start!” You say, nodding wisely. Yes, very, very good. At least you let go soon enough… you can’t hug for too long but soon you will have a full on hug session with karkat some day!

“right… that does make sense though. bad decisions in the past, future mistakes… living in the moment is the best form of you you can be!”

“…You couldn’t do that before?” Wow you would probably die if you couldn’t blow off steam at people. ha fucking ha. You thinking he’s starting to waver in and out of existence a little, but you’re not really sure.You’re probably just imagining it. Anyway, you squirm and try to get away from him in honesty. “And I think this is enough of this. I’ve said it before, but you don’t get what you’re doing, and I’m not ready for this kind of thing, so kindly get the fuck of me. This is all way past flirtatious now.”

“Now I’m convinced. I’m crazy. I need to stop arguing with other mes, it probably bad for my mental health anyway. I can not be shithive maggots, I’ve got shit to do.” That’s a lie, but you like to tell yourself that anyway.

"no! the whole body thing is actually a recent development! i live forever but the whole becoming like this and talking is new. you should have seen me when i figured this out... it was great! i could only sing in hurricanes!”

That was terrible.

“alright... but what’s past flirting?” you let go of him and just sit in front of him.

“alright... fair enough. you’re okay. totally okay. do what you want!”

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“What can I do yar for, my avant-garde friend?”

illuminatiaesthetics-deactivate

You blink and tilt your head. It’s not every day you meet a troll that isn’t Karkat.

“um… avant? garden? i’m not a garden! i’m a wind spirit!” You say, showing your curly blue windtail

“Avant-garde means radical, but whatever. Name’s Gamzee and who are you?”

“it sounds like a soda thing too...” you smile and tilt your head. “my name is xĕkbeir̒... but you can call me john if you can’t pronounce it! i’m the spirit of the winds!”

#theclownisout

“I’m not a– Well. I guess they are spooky.”

There’s a chuckle, but Opal nods.

“Apparently I’m some deity or something to them.”

“you’re the spooky scary god? no way! you’re not scary at all! you’re cute!” You blurt out, as if that’s an explanation.

“Mm. My proper form right now is anything but. I’m supposed to be some great ‘Maker of Monsters’ or something.”

An eyebrow is certainly raised, but she doesn’t comment on the cute thing. God she’s so not cute.

“ ‘m gross and inky.”

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You gasp an overdramatic gasp.

“no way! show me! i wanna see!”

#dilutedaspirations

“What can I do yar for, my avant-garde friend?”

#theclownisout #thanks for the follow

You blink and tilt your head. It’s not every day you meet a troll that isn’t Karkat.

“um... avant? garden? i’m not a garden! i’m a wind spirit!” You say, showing your curly blue windtail

RESTART ->YES

“i don’t mind! really!” he smiles and shakes his head. “i’ve only been trying for five years! don’t worry!” Your long tail wags slowly and you feel the mood lift, maybe just a bit.

Sorry, you like hugging him.

“well, if past you is stupid, that means you now is smart. so you can vomit if you need and get smarter!”

Five years. That’s like, what, 10 weeks? Yeah, that’s got to be right, because 1=2 so, yeah, yeah. That’s not that long. “That’s not that bad. You’ve probably gotten at least a tiny, insignificant unit of alien measurement better, right?” More comfortable territory. Thank fuck.

This kind of prolonged hug is kind of verging on your definition of cuddling. Which might be a little bit more intimate than you’re ready for. But you’ll let it slide a little bit longer. He’s probably having fun being solid, you’ll let him have it.

“That…is exactly how it fucking works. Future me is an idiot, past me is an even bigger idiot, and only present me is smart. The fact that you’re the only one that gets that kind of finally has me questioning the legitimacy of logic.” You pause. “But no. I think I’ve spewed enough over emotional, tragic back story.”

“yep! i can speak to you, so it’s a good start!” You say, nodding wisely. Yes, very, very good. At least you let go soon enough... you can’t hug for too long but soon you will have a full on hug session with karkat some day!

“right... that does make sense though. bad decisions in the past, future mistakes... living in the moment is the best form of you you can be!”

“I suppose?”

The human shrugs, then goes to sit back on the sand.

“… Do you know anything about horrorterrors?”

You gasp.

“the spooky dookies…” That’s how you know them…

“I’m not a– Well. I guess they are spooky.”

There’s a chuckle, but Opal nods.

“Apparently I’m some deity or something to them.”

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“you’re the spooky scary god? no way! you’re not scary at all! you’re cute!” You blurt out, as if that’s an explanation.

#dilutedaspirations

the wind whispers in your ear and asks 'Why are you sad?'

I am not sad.

I’m tired, and empty, enough so that I would bother responding to the wind.

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thespiritofbreath:

“… am i hurting you! oh! no! i’m sorry!” Your arms then phase through her body and you appear through her stomach, the wind gently blowing with your manifestation.

“are you okay?”

Oh dear lord, what is he doing? If it’s possible for you to become any more tense, you’ve done it. You’ve never seen anything like him, there’s nothing on him in your files, and for once, you have no idea how to react.

“…”

“I am unharmed.”

Of course there are no files on you. By all technicality, you don’t exist. You exist as the wind.

“... what’s your name?” you’re out of her body now, floating in front of her, your ghostly blue tail wiggling as you stare.

#crxckermaid

“I’m uh. Not exactly fine but this form is just temporary. A bit of magic for me to be human.”

There’s a shiver as he passes right through. Not that the wind spirit was cold in any sense of the word. It was just weird.

“But um… I mean, I could be much worse.”

“oh, okay… is that okay?” you tilt your head and sigh. “you… wanna talk?”

“I suppose?”

The human shrugs, then goes to sit back on the sand.

“… Do you know anything about horrorterrors?”