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[spacedoutman]

Ace’s space diary 10

The worse it gets, the more vividly they appear. Distinctively teary eyes, button nose and soft lips, androgynous beauty in a way that bends the soul. I felt through the dark to find you, but I wake up and you’re gone. I feel a slow rush burning through my chest like a cigarette.

I feel like the burnt end of a cigarette nowadays. Sitting next to Paul, I keep getting flashbacks to what he did.

Aside from that. Th person in my dreams was short. Like midget short. Straight in the body with skinny legs. I remember the silhouette distinctly.

HOW WAS PAUL GOING TO USE THAT POOR ALIEN AS A FUCKING HUMAN SHIELD HE HAD LIFE THOUGHTS EVERYTHING!!! How morally gray can you be Paul it’s p*sing me off!!!

Have you ever had a dream where you had a dream that in that dream you had a dream where you had a dream in a dream but in the dream you dreamt that you had a dream that you had a dream that you had a dream where you had a dream in the dream you had a dream that when you had a dream in that dream you had a dream that you fell in love with someone? Like the person in your dream?

I feel like I’ve seen them before. I know them. If you, one of my Spacelings is reading this can you tell me if I’m crazy? Anyway I keep getting drunk off the sight of this person, the goddess, is driving me insane.

Paul if you ever stumble upon Tumblr you, are. Such. A. Jackass. What would it take for you to do that to anyone so thoughtlessly??? I am not sober. SORRY

[spacedoutman]

Ace’s space diary 6 (small update)

So they saw what I was drawing and took away my fucking graphic pad. These people really hate me, don’t they? Or do they just not like anime? PHONE SCRENE HERE I COME!!!!!

I heard kids in art school were often ridiculed and not taken seriously for drawing anime. (Might’ve been years ago, don’t remember when I heard that) Why the fuck? It’s still art. Yeah, it may not be what people see as ‘classy’ but in regards to art, what is classy?

I get meaningful, but anime is so diverse and (a lot of the time) is certainly more than meaningful. You can find so many artists and works that are meticulous! As detailed and well done as the human mind can create. Anime artists deserve more fucking respect! Just cause it doesn’t look like it’s straight outta the renaissance doesn’t make it not precious lol

You know, medieval portraits and the like, esp with peeps relying hard visually, were actually stylized. You can find several examples of people taking and borrowing features from their own work or others or just what they could come up with.

If you really look, across portraits from that time era, you’ll really start to see similar features once you get an eye for it. You can find real ‘art’ pieces wherever you go in whatever style. People just need to broaden their minds cause being that narrow minded, you can’t see what’s around you, just in front.

What? I can be articulate! Paul looked at me and said: “Ace, stop goofing off, we need a way out of here!” And I was like “oh hell no! Not without my graphic pad!” I feel like I blushed soo hard cause I DIDNT wanted him to read my fanfictionnn

This chapter isn’t too long, but we’re plotting for a way out now. I just wanted to keep you guys updated so you know I’ve not died or anything. Okay bye space babies. Ack. That’s such a weird nickname. What do I call you guys?? Tumblrs?? People?

Are any of you even real or are you all AI? I don’t know anymore

[spacedoutman]

Ace’s space diary 8

(Us)

Remember when I said Peter could make explosives? He found a way, or just had them stored somewhere. He walked around knocking on the wall with his ear up to it before laying the bomb down.

“Well, can’t you just put it under the crack?” I asked, shrugging, completely baffled!!

He shook his head. “Get down!” He cried before swinging to duck and covering his ears. We all jumped as far away as we could. Worked out cause the bars were on the other side.

The guard didn’t see what Peter was doing because he was all the way on the other side on a bench between the empty prison cells beside us. I guess they didn’t get much prisoners!! Cause it was damn empty everywhere

We ran for it. I mean BOOKED it. Lucky us there was a shipyard outside. My heart was pounding. Somehow I wasn’t up to my usual stamina, so while I was pointing buckets of sweat and rasping for air, I was also like: “oh my god, slow down, wait for me!!”

“You better know how to pilot this thing!” Peter cried, pointing back toward me, annoyed.

I rolled my eyes before giving him puppy eyes before he looked away. We raced onto the ship which was conveniently open since a couple guys were pulling on crates. Gene grunted while throwing the crates off the platform and we raced on.

Paul pulled both aliens on. Toward the guards pursuing us, he formed a purple orb in his palm and put it beside the head of the poor guy he had in a chokehold.

“Oh god, paulie no!” I cried “he’s a person too!!”

That’s about all I could think to say. I mean, I was so shocked Paul would even do something like that! Even Gene was glaring over his shoulder. Peter was too busy hotwiring the ship.

He almost screamed. In my chest, it hurt as bad as light grieving, I think. Like some part of Paul was lost. I guess a dungeon derange does that to you? I mean for he past half hour I’ve been doing endlesssss mental gymnastics trying to understand!

It hurts my brain. The poor alien’s fear pricked me so bad I buckled forward, clasping my knees before Peter grabbed my arm and yanked me away leaving Paul shouting threats. The guards stopped and were now begging.

Peter sat me down. My hands were shaking. My heart was in my head. I was hyperventilating so. Bad. Tears raced down my cheeks as I sobbed. Peter grabbed my hands, guiding them to the buttons.

“It’s okay. Just steer, please. We can focus on what just happened afterward.”

I nodded. With blurry vision, I thanked the stars and space and the planets I was successful in taking off successfully.

We flew through the sky. Everything quieted as we left the prison walls and it went out of sight in the sunset colored canyons. Now all I heard was the roaring of the engine, the stench of chemicals. Hell, I could even smell the dismay as Peter leaned against the wall, head down and arms crossed.

“You did good, Ace.” He said softly.

Paul walked over. “I did what I had to.” He said firmly. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys, not at all. Anything to protect you.”

Afterward, he walked off. He frowned. I couldn’t control it. It just spilled out of my lips.

“How was he just so able to do that?”

Peter shook his head. He glanced back at him. His face, though already glum, softened. I frowned. My chest hurt inside, bad. He rubbed my back. “It’s okay, Ace.” He cooed, it’ll all be alright. Paul did what was necessary.”

“But Ace has a point.” Gene stepped in.

Anyway, I’ll tell you guys more about what the ship actually looks like in the next chapter. I can’t sleep. I wanna cry. Bye, Spacelings.

I will be your frog till the end of time

I will never leave, love will never die

I will be your frog till the end of time

I will never leave, love will never die

[spacedoutman]

Ace's space diary 5

I have seriously bad news, I’ve been detained. I don’t mean just detained, but detained, detained DETAINED. I’ve seriously screwed up. Like inside I’m panicking so bad right now, I don’t even know how to say it. Like my hands are so shaky.

It all started when that psycho chick looked at my phone. She didn’t find Tumblr, thank god, or just wans’t interested in it, but she found my fanfiction and fan art! I’m aboslutely fucked,

I decided. Iwill show you one of the pictures but I’m very shy about my artwork so I won’t show you too much of it, which is crazy! It’s ofPaul, by the way.

You know, I think everyone’s a great artist. But me, Ace, who makes the best obscure secret yaoi with a secret unique anime art style? I’m great at it! I can’t type any more about this because the others are getting pissed. I can see Peter tensing up over there with his fists clenched. I think they’re getting ready to yell at me—but they have no control over what I do in my personal time.

If I hadn’t eaten everything we still would’ve gotten our heads about blown off!! It wouldn’t change anything! This isn’t MY fault! If you’re really thinking logically about it, I got us food! But no—”Shut up Ace!” “WHAT Ace?” I’m tired of the way they treat me! I deserve a raise, or at least just for them to cut me some slack. God, I’m hungry.

We’ve been eating beans and fried chicken. They think we’ll like it. I don’t even know if it’s real beans or fried chicken but I’m satisfied.

“Are you done typing over there?” Paul asks me, jabbing his finger in my arm.

Our cell is dark like weird cobblestone and green light emits from the cracks. “I’m on Tumblr, man!” I roar, but oh god, I just spilled my secret. Long story short, Paul took it, looked at everything you guys posted and gave it back. I’m addicted! This isn’t much of an update, but everyone’s been directing their anger at ME for some reason and bullying ME.

I’m probably coming off like a real bitch right now but this is a pretty bad time. Like Marilyn Monroe said [OMITTED]. Whatever, I’ll have good character development or something. My head is sore. I can’t think. I’m not in a good place. I don’t mean to toxic-dump or whatever you all call it on here. Whatever. I don’t know. I’m detained. This is a nightmare.

Will update when I can see you guys on the other side of detainment

I am so self conscious about bodies so I cropped it because I had a panic attack when I went to click post and started crying so I deleted it right away and now I’m reposting it again. This is the best thing I’ve done all month! I love it, I think it’s grate! Thru love and honor thru the power of love bye guys

Let me share a cute and funny fact about it too, just to you know get my mind off things. Rock n roll! So essentially perhaps I was thinking and I was like man Paul’s looking good today gotta draw him and so he was eating baked beans (don’t know where he found them)

And I made that sketch. It look my six and a half hours but it turned out amazing! I was listening to some music during that time and the songs pumped a lot of inspiration into me and pushed me into getting it done! God, how days fly when you only do one thing!!! But I was so inspired or hyperfixated idk I was so thrilled and then THE END PRODUCT VIOALA!!! Loved it hahahahhahaha

(Consept art below:)

(THE FANFICION)

Okay, so Paul and I are lovers across centuries and we’re fated to be, right? Like int hose dramas. We’re fated lovers and we can never love each other because something always getins in the way but when we dp fall in love finally and are able to be together though we’ve always loved each other then the world will become light and evil will be purified. Does it make sense? Sorry, Some guy’s banigng on the bars in the cell beside us so my thoughts may not be cohesive at the moment.

Damn! Okay, so the first part (I’m so shy, I’ll never publish the draft, sorry!) Is where Paul and I, we’re not in kiss, but he’s a god of the stars and I’m a human pheasant girl. This means, I live alone with my parents and go to piano school which isn’t the future I ever wanted. “Paul this, paul that!” So in an act of rebellion I change my name and run away and make MY A SAND WHICHES.

So I am home-less and Paul takes me in as we’re fated lovers destined to meet again all the time. But get this, he’s actually a vampire.

Gene is evil and wants to split us apart, same with Peter. They both want me. Paul, on the other hand, has feleings for Peter. Over me. Thru a lot of trial, we get it done and we get married but are forced paart again because Paul is called back into the stars with the gods, so I must find a way to heaven (without dieing) and I’m so angry and I cuss out the gods.

So the climax is me and Paul marriage. Annd then we [SORRY I GOT SHY!! But I wanted to share the first part with you all!] I learned a new word, Demure and I think I’m going to use that to describe myself in the novel.how do I publish in space???

[spacedoutman]

Ace's space diary pt.4 (linux)

Author's note: This note is probably going to be the last out of character thing you see from this blog unless I tag it otherwise. Everything I do here on out in this blog will be in character as Ace from Kiss immortals, because this IS a roleplay blog, I've just been so stupidly stupid moron that I've been to lazy so yeah. To get used to it myself, I'll be tagging when I'm in and out of character holy shit

So the crazy space chick blew through the roof. Not that one, but a new one. We’d started to starve, except for me. I think everybody was pretty pissed, but It’s not MY fault if I had no idea we were out of crackers to begin with. Besides, I stress eat! What about it? Everyone knows that. I mean they’ve really been looking at me weird.

Here’s how it happened. I was sitting, right? Gene walks up with the empty bag of crackers, no crumbs in the bottom whatsoever. I looked up, biting back the suspicion on my face—he says: “What the hell are you doing, Ace?” And I’m just like:

“Oh, shit, nothin’ Gene! I’m really just, uh, sittin’ here!” I turn the r’s to w’s cause it hits a soft spot.

Then I start sweating. I don’t know how to explain it but I see myself eating the crackers in my open eyes! That’s when the hallucinations started. So Gene face-palms, turns away and groans. Typical Gene. It’s so gravelly. It makes me blush, reverberating deep in my soul.

So Paul joins in. “Ace, did you eat the crackers?”

“No.. I think Peter did. Have you asked him yet?”

“Yes. He didn’t-” Gene interrupted Paul, scoffing while he points at my mouth.

“He’s got a crumb, right there!” He ridicules.

He turned away. It wasn’t that big of a deal—”We have more crackers, don’t we?” I coo. The two look at each other dryly before shaking their heads. Paul slides his hands on his hips.

“Ace. You really should’ve been more careful.” He gently reprimands, “I don’t even know if we have any more food.”

“Well what about the Vienna sausages?”

“Gone… you uh… ate those.”

“Creamed corn?”

“Gone. You ate those.” Gene joins.

“So what now?” I peep-

“We’re going to starve..” Sighs Paul.

I wanted to cry. Peter waltzes out “What’s the commotion?” He shrugs, shaking his head, “I’m just tryna’ get some sleep around here!”—The ship rumbles, throwing us around like balls in a tin-can. I actually screamed, I think. My jaw might’ve unhinged a bit because afterward I started rubbing it and it felt like it’d popped. Paul and Gene bolted for the windows, trying to get a glimpse.

Long story short, the roof flew off after the crazy space chick blew through it. This new one was super hot, she had ████ ████ █████ █████ ████ █████ ███ ███ █████████ █ ████ ██ ████ ████ ███ ████████████ ██ ████ ███ ██████ █ ███████ █████ ███ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██████ ███ ████ ███ ██ ██ █████████ ██ ██████ ████ █ ███████

We were lined up outside. She spotted the square-ular device kids these days call phone I had tucked in my costume. The part that goes over my chest. “I know what that is.” She said to me, pointing. I looked up at her with raised eyebrows then proceeded to put on my best smolder.

“Do you want it? Well you’ll have to come and get it.”

She simply reached over and took it. She then found all my gay vampire fanfiction and my ao3 account GOD HELP ME WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? She gave it back but now we’re being detained because OF my ao3 account… can someone help me? What do you do in this situation?

[spacedoutman]

Ace’s diary entry, pt.3

#out of character note: thank you to the anon who messaged me asking me about this series. It was really nice to hear ❤️ I didn’t actually think anyone was gonna read it but here we are. I’m touched! This means a lot to me.

Hope you enjoy~~<3

I may have been gone for DECADES, but let me explain myself. That night, some hot armored space chick, not the same one from earlier but a new one showed up in my dream.

She said that we’d stumbled on something we weren’t supposed to, but it was the only way out. I’d stayed up since like, 4 that morning? Thinking about what that could mean on a deeper level—and also trying to remember the rest.

Next thing I remember, Gene and I were headed through the weird brightly colored orange desert. I’d been jumping around like a lunatic, saying I’d seen something all morning.

Gene literally thought it was outside. I still feel bad for him. I remember when I told him, I actually laughed at the unbridled look of disappointment splattered on his face. It was gold!

I’d be lying if I left out that I felt guilty for taking up his time. Even worse, the later in the day it got, even just by the minute, thinking about that dream made something I couldn’t describe boil inside.

So bad seeing his mad face hit below the belt. Our conversation went something like this:

“So you dragged me all the way out here to tell me about a dream you had?”

I swear my eyes started going out sideways. He sighed. His bitterness was thick as spit. I hugged myself tightly.

“Yeah…”

“I was trying to sleep, Ace. Now I feel like my skin is gonna’ boil off!”

I looked at my arm. The planet in place of the sun slapped it. I mean dissolved it. My skin burnt like a razor burn. My heart sank. “Do you need water?” I pathetically asked. He shook his head.

“Now what about your dream? If it was so important, anyway-“

I spoke over him-“yeah, yeah!! Some cool armored space chick told me some prophecy!!” Gene turned around, I GASPED “wait!! Wait a second!”

“You didn’t drag me all the way out here j-“

“H-Hear me out!” I must’ve sounded more desperate than… I don’t know, but I hate it.

He shrugged. I shook my head really quick- “listen, please!”

“Let me guess, you-“

“What’s going on out here?” Paul asked a bit sharply but overly concerned like a mom in a coming of age movie. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I said before Gene could open his mouth.

Gene grunted. His face twisted into… annoyance. “I just wanted to check up on you.” Paul reassured us.

“Yeah, yeah!” I rushed, panicked? “I had this crazy dream! I gotta tell you about it!”

“Go ahead-“

Paul’s face went all surprised somehow. “I had this wacky dream where some space chick-“ he went all dark- “wait, it’s not what you think!- she told us that the only way out was to figure out something we weren’t supposed to find!!”

“So first it’s something we need to find and now it’s something we shouldn’t?” Paul though out loud, squinting. I nodded quickly. “You know, I had a pretty strange dream too.”

“Oh brother!” Gene groaned.

“What was it?!” I was so eager it was probably pretty horrifying to anyone who didn’t know me. Not that anyone was here, of course.

“I heard some guy singing, he sounded pretty upset.”

“What did he say?”

“I was there like your mother

Mrm… mrm, Mrm……mrmmm..'til the end.”

Paul trailed off. The rhythm was everywhere. He couldn’t remember it at all. His voice still sounded heavenly. I smiled. My heart beat faster.

“Oh, Paulie! You’ve got it!” I moaned. Gene smacked me lightly.

Paul smiled? I swear he did, even if it was tiny. My face must’ve been red as blood. Jesus. “We need to get back to earth.” Paul muttered. “I don’t even know how we got out here!”

“Must’ve been in transit.” Gene added, investigating the scenery like Sherlock Holmes. “But, we’ll get out.”

“I hope so..” I scratched the back of my head nervously.

Paul sang to himself quietly as he tried to remember the song. Cuuuttteeeee! “This dream’s been all that’s on my mind.” I stated quickly. “So the quicker we can get it solved, the better—and the quicker we’re outta’ here!!”

“I think we should walk.” Gene plainly replied.

“Walk?” Questioned Paul, snapped out of his trance.

“Walk.”

“What are we gonna do walking? How will we do anything on time?” I CONPLAINED.

“It’ll be ok.” Paul reassured, smiling optimistically and confidently. “We’ll be able to get it done.”

We got back to the ship. I had tons of those cans of spray cheese that you put on crackers. It came in something like whip cream. I don’t remember the name right now because I’m not impaired ☹️

We put the cheese on those stupid little crackers and shared them around. I don’t remember how many we ate but Paul wanted us to go easy on our rations. Peter and I didn’t hear him. Gene was already done at that point.

What the fuck was it. What the hell do they mean??? I am so tired of playing these STUPID games, all I want is for the tevelisjon to work, at least. But nooo, cause what the fuck. Stupid fucking television. No god damn signal

Wait. Wait. Sorry, my memory completely vanished. I got up at like four in the morning. I can’t describe the way waking up on cool tiles felt. Yeah, I’d done it before, but not like this.

My head was angled. So the first thing I saw was the deep green sky. I swear I could see the solar system up there. It was breathtaking, but all the stars and where it should’ve been bright all took squinting to see, as it was barely a shade lighter than the rest of the sky.

It looked like thousands of emeralds floated around up there. Cold hugged me from all sides. Yet Peter, who sprawled out on the little couch beside me covered in cheese was lightyears away. Like, if I reached out, who knew if I could even touch him?

I stood up. I was wading through water that just wasn’t there. Cold wrapped around my legs. Soft blue light shone from around the corner. Paul had actually made himself at home under a sleeping bag. I held my breath and struggled not to step on him, but my shoe grazed him anyway.

Why the hell was Paul right in the doorway anyway??

The doorway went on through a black tunnel. My vision wouldn’t stop going in and out. I ambled through it, catching myself on whatever I could. A little chatter broke the silence and interrupted my quietly scuffling shoes. My barely open eyes flew wide!

“Gene?” I croaked. “You okay in there?”

Gene sat in the darkness. Slight blue light touched his armor. He leaned intently, his eyes glued to the TV. I wobbled over and sat on his leg. He moved his arm.

“What the fuck are you doing up this late?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He groaned.

“You know me better than that..”

“You sleep like a baby-“

“You’re right. I do cry at night.”

I chuckled. Gene rolled his eyes. My limbs shook violently, like, really really violently for no exact reason. This felt like one of those memories you have as a child that’s not normal but it super mundane, so you forget about it and then look back at it as an adult like… ‘wow. Was that a dream?’

A fucking fever dream!! But something you wish you hadn’t wasted.

“Did you at least get it to working?” I asked, shifting until I was comfortable.

“Halfway.”

Then we both cried and hugged each other, I think. But what was on the TV? A picture of a red sneaker.

That’s it. That’s the conclusion. I’ll update you if I’m still alive, but Ace out for now, I guess. Paul made me aware of something called auto-correct, so if my words are mangled that’s why.

Hello

[spacedoutman]

Aces space diary chapter 7

Ithink I’m going to start calling you guys my spacelings. I finally found out who this phone belonged to, apparently they, or she was stranded here on this planet too. I don’t know too much about who the owner was but they left a whole bunch of confusing shit in their notes.

No, she’s not the crazy space chick or the lady in my dreams. I don’t even know what she looks like or anything much about her. Oh speaking of those dreams they’ve been so frequent. One night, I woke up. Paul was rubbing his ribs. I remember it being completely dark other than the outline of his silhouette.

Everything had a creepy feel to it, very solemn, if even grave. I think the light came from a crack in the wall. A teeny tiny sliver (remember that cause I sure didn’t, I’m sure most of you would be a lot smarter than me in this situation, but we were all not in our best head spaces except Peter cause we’re trapped in space, y’know)

I looked at him, shining my phone light over so I could actually see him. His face was twisted in pain. Probably the most he’d ever shown it. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. I remember almost shouting! I leaned so close I almost touched him, but found myself rubbing his shoulder.

I blushed. He looked up at me, all sad-eyed and said: “Ace, you kicked me and it hurt.”

“Damn, curly! I didn’t mean to!”

��Well you did, but it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Then after a quick wince he turned worried. He jutted up, rubbing my cheek: “Ace. Your eyes are all puffy. Are you okay?” He wiped away… my tears?? I was crying? I was even shocked in the moment.

I shook my head but smiled. “It’s nothing.” I dismissed. He leaned close. I swear, in the moonlight? It looked like he wanted more. In those big brown eyes, he wanted to say more, to reassure me but he seemed afraid. Instead he pet my head before smiling then hugging me.

“It’s going to be okay. If you’ve got anything you wanna talk about, I’m here to listen.”

He told me. His words were so soft. I could’ve slept to them, soundly. I grinned, leaning into his touch. I felt all warm inside! He’s a great guy, I’m telling you! I even got him to look at Tumblr again. He was pretty surprised, but I think he’s warming up to you guys.

But yeah. Not graceful, not demure of me. I was in tears, my muscles were sore. Apparently I’d been tossing and turning so hard the guard banged on the bars a couple times and complained to the guys to shut me up. They were all asleep tho.

The woman keeps saying the same fucking thing but I can never remember it when I wake up. The dreams are super vivid, so I figure I can remember, I’m burning, like with so much certainty that I can remember. In-dream, my fists were even clenched at one point!

But no. I wake up, it’s gone. I feel that weird burning sensation in my head, but instead of a fire being lit it’s one being huffed out—more like blown out, like furiously. I once screamed: “DAMNIT!!!” And woke the guys, and the guard, up. They were pissed, to say the least. (Except my ever-understanding Paulie)

But back on subject (sorry about the tangent), the owner of this device thingo was deathly afraid of the number 4. I find it weird this device belonged to someone else. Apparently she also did things such as, she opened the fridge door 3 times before going to bed.

I’m not certain if it’s even that. She’s proven herself an unreliable narrator, as she tends to contradict herself a lot in what she writes. But she stays certain about one thing, which is that she’s trapped somewhere. I hope she’s still around.

If you found her, would you return the device to her? I don’t know. I want to keep it, especially cause I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m guessing what’s from my time is the same thing but in earlier development, a phone. Not some otherworldly invention but rather the display of progression in humanity and technology. Technically both LOL

YOU PEEPS stay safe. Also remember that crack, yeah. Peter apparently knows how to make explosives. I don’t know if the plan’s gonna go well but I wanted to keep anyone who reads this up to date. If you guys have any advice or anything let me know, like anything we should do in the situation cause I’m genuinely at a loss. Thanks! By espacelings

I'm a frog in love and I'm not ashamed

I'll do anything just to make you stay

I'm a frog in love and I'm not ashamed

Every frog in love will do anything

All I need from you is an honest kiss

[spacedoutman]

(Out of character note) Hey everyone! I’ve been roleplaying as Ace from kiss immortals for awhile now but I’m going to spin some lore and stuff for this account and roleplay to hell on it.

Life’s getting batshit insane, I mean getting kicked out of my house, insane, so I want a distraction haha and just to have fun! If you want to join in, feel free to! I love group projects and we can get together and write stuff up.

But these posts will be coming! Please also note I still have yet to watch the full game playthrough so I’m probably gonna turn the universe into some eldritch horror or whatever.

So here’s to the start of a hopefully long lived writing project!

(Will be based on Kiss immortals and I’ll be going off their in game personalities)

Ace’s blog entry pt.1

Tumblr? Tumble her, Tumbled? What could that mean? Before we left—and crashed the ship, they were like:

“Hey, Ace, you into tech?”

Of course, being me, I was like “You bet!” Or something along those lines (can’t remember anything at all) and I took the stupid square device and am greeted with a giant T.

Apparently, they told me it belonged to some Skinwalker before and I could keep it if I found and eradicated it. I have no idea what they’re talking about.

Of course being me, I messed around. You all post thoughts here? Crazy. I’ve always wanted a little something like that secretly. Saying I was excited was a crazy fucking understatement.

I’m learning the ropes of this thing but I think I’m addicted! I’m also lucky to have enough food. Gene keeps reprimanding me for drinking out of the milk jug at 3 in the morning—why? It’s only been three days!!

Well. That must be off putting. Let me tell you how my day went. Still trying to get in the hang of this. 🤦🏻

Ship’s been crashed for.. what, two days now? Everyone is tired. We kinda don’t know what to do or we know what to do and don’t know what to do to do what to know what to do…?

We just fuck around. Like tease each other, eat stuff, Gene is being his grouchy self.

Apparently you guys are a whole different… generation? So you use text acronyms. I want to use text acronyms so when I showed Peter, of course, he was like, “hey, let’s do it!”

lol- Loving our life?

Omg- Out my garage

Iykyk- I yodel (to) keep yall kalm

Idgaf- I don’t give ace food (for days) (Gene)

Jk- Jeremy Klein

/j- SLASH Jeremy

wtf- where the fucking-

Tf- The food

Hru- i am chronically tired

Rofl- Pisses me off

Lmao- What a schmuck (Paul did this one)

Anyway I’m pissed. Peter and I just started yelling these at Gene and Paul was like: “oh no stop it” and I was like no and then we had a food fight and now we all might go hungry I’m distraught

So how was your day?

P.S Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to flirt excessively with Paul it’s kinda going wrong

[spacedoutman]

Ace’s blog entry, pt.2

It’s been two days and I feel like I’m going crazy! I mean I always kinda feel that way but it’s a bit different. We were all sitting together and this really bad vibe just came around and it was so bad it was like a flashbang

Nobody really knew what to do, but I had a good guess. I was considering trying to fix the space ship for awhile now so I shrugged and since I was rattled I decided: ‘why the fuck not, we ought to get outta here anyway. The quicker the better.’

Paul agreed to watch the ship on the inside so not buttons went out of place or anything like that while Gene and I went downstairs and I started messing around with wires.

(Note. It’s always kinda easy pretending you know how to do things, right? You won’t tell Gene about it?…

Thanks.)

A couple sparked. My heart thudded really bubbly! My first time—and it’s successful? I straight my posture and pranced out. Wow, my spine popping must’ve echoed across those weird orange canyons for miles.

I remember chatting to Gene all the way. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. It was awesome as all hell I can tell you that much! My chin was up! I twirled over to Paul and let him know the news.

It’s late (I think) and I need sleep. I’ll keep you updated!