#project moon ask blog

[training-team-sephirah]

A little something based off of a brief interaction. I hope you enjoy <3 @voice-of-the-light-c ))

[lcbheathcliff]

Everyone's getting distorted and I am not worried in the slightest. Unlike those wankers I am immune to distorting.

[hadapurpose]

After looking around on this site some more, I have found something called the "trending" tab. This seems to be what is popular on the site currently, which changes constantly. On another note, I have discovered adding GIFs (pronounced JIF) to posts. Some of my comrades are telling me that GIFs are slightly outdated and that only learning of them now is a sign of my age, but I think the GIFs are rather pleasant. Please send me GIFs in my asks.

I will answer them as soon as I can.

[lcbyuri]

Yuri, I heard of your slight commotion, and I'm approaching where you are residing as we speak.

Are you alright, by any chance? Hurt, at all?

- @eternal-haunt

I am only wounded by the knowledge that Heathcliff has been taken away from me! I know that Miss Cathy said she prefers women, which I have no problem with, but she still carried me away and locked me in her icebox of a room, away from him!

Please don't tell me you are on her side! Just help me out! Or at least some warmth?!

[sinner-14-information-team]

I get the sense that Gregor will be a bit preoccupied now, so allow me to ask: why do you need the salt?

- @sinner-no-5

... seems his PDA is on voice at the moment...

...

“I love you… I love you…”

...

“I don't love you”

Then the sound of something hitting water. Like grains of something being dumped...

Only for the sounds of waves to appear again.

“I've cut off everything but my heart for you...”

[wutheredviolet]

@lcorpheath Thread moved from here: The appearance of someone else hadn't be expecting, but it was welcoming, mostly because their appearance seemed to have stopped the Apostle at least for a while. As the other scrambled away from the Apostle she moved towards it, attempting to remove it of its weapon and keep it in a pinned position in case it awoke. As she did so she spoke. "I'm guess your a friend of Erlking or something?" Unless the anon had just dropped in some rando.

[inexorablyinsecure]

Sinclair, Do you need help? I'm hearing.... Noises from the changing room.

- @dreamsoftheredchamber

Sinclair swallowed uncomfortably. She felt the foreign, mechanical musculature move, swallowing her spit, and yet it still felt foreign. Like there was a piece of phlegm, or mucus stuck that she couldn't remove as she tried to open her mouth. Her chest ached and her eyes were... Sore, in a way. They ached, from tearing up, and yet she knew that it wasn't right. It felt different. It felt foreign. It was a mimicry.

It was false.

Still, as the knock rang out, she set her PDA down, and shifted her hand, towards her wrist. She opened her mouth, and pushed past the oddity of the new form, and allowed her voice to echo out.

"A...A... U-Um... I'm, not sure?"

Her voice was worried. Shifting. Unsteady and... A little higher, than she remembered it. It was afraid. Scared. And most of all, there was a slight tinge. A slightly, mechanical tinge, the perhaps only she could hear, and yet it was there, all the same. It was hideously panicked.

"Th... The, um... Anon-- Th... They changed me and I... My head hurts, and these memories, they're...!"

She tried to explain. Explaining would... Make it easier, and yet she knew she sounded insane. Her head hurt. It ached, and everything was wrong. Her hands gripped at her arms, and her 'breathing'... No, the simulacrum of a breath stifled itself in her chest, as she tightened her grip. It hurt. It hurt so much. But it didn't feel right.

It felt... Like it had back / t h e n . When she had f / a / l / l / e / n .

When she had f a i l e d .

When even Glass Slippers had been unable to save her. To save Abe, or... Anyone.

Her head hurt.

[theravenoffice]

// A LIGHT IN THE DARK //

Location: District 23, L Corp. Branch U-04

The area looks like your standard District 23 backstreets area, save for the decrepit surface of the facility. Some electrocuted Rats can be seen nearby. Looks like they tried to jump Katya.

🍾 Hoo...alright, all's clear.

Katya is equipped with her E.G.O. gear (Electric Screaming) and weapon, alongside her Volta Workshop spear. She's all bright like usual, but her eyes are a tad shaky.

🐟 W-We just gotta wait for the rest to arrive... hopefully these notes c-can help with extraction.

Owen is equipped with his E.G.O. gear aswell (Dimension Shredder), clutching his dual daggers. In a bag, he's carrying some notes from Galina that she wrote during her days as an agent of the Extraction Team.

// @camellia-office @silverbranchoffice

[camellia-office]

Camellia Office memes bc I will be my own fandom dammit!//

[shewhooncegripped]

Woe, Guido upon ye

[A wild Guido appears!]

Wh-

[A look of shock and horror first crosses Kromer's face when the man enters her vision. They seem to stare at each other for a moment]

[The look on Kromer's face becomes darker, not quite fury. It's something much more complex. Kromer grabs her nail and quickly closes the distance. She starts ferociously stabbing the larger man over and over, angry little noises leave her as she seems to be venting her emotions through violence.]

Die. Die. Die. Die.

[She seems to be muttering to herself, trying to eradicate the possible threat to her sanity. They both are covered in blood, yet Kromer doesn't stop trying to stab.

[the-illustrious-don-quixote]

( This read like something Don wrote down so i posted this picture i found on the net here.)

[longingforhertoreturn]

My... wife. Odysseus, where are you? How long... has it been? I can’t keep doing this without you... I can't... keep going like this. You can't be far, right? Please come home... your son... Telemachus... he is waiting for us. How much longer will you make us wait? I can’t even stay home anymore... Oh, Odysseus... The strongest woman I know. You said you will always protect me, right? So where are you? Where are you, Ody... Please... come home... I can't bear the nightmares anymore... The sight of you dying in my sleep, over and over and over again...

I miss you... I miss the days we would be together during lazy mornings. Where we would cuddle as you soothe me. How you would always kiss me lovingly. Those loving eyes, that loving touch... I yearn them all. Every moment, every memory... Even after we had Telemachus, your love never wavered... You... always took great care of us... Now he's grown, Odysseus. So where are you? The war had ended, and yet you still hadn't returned... you promised... I still have the necklace you gave me. Don't... you remember...? Before you left... you gave me your necklace. You told me to give it back to you when you came back... it was... it was your promise... hic You promised... You... promised... hic You said... you would... you would return to us... to come back to us... WHERE ARE YOU?! WHERE ARE YOU, ODYSSEUS?! Please... come home... come back to me...

[Penelope broke down as she sat on the floor, heartbroken. Her room is trashed, her hair is unusually messy, and her jacket is laid somewhere on the floor. Penelope was a mess. She knew that. But for once, she didn't care. She didn't care if it was messy. She didn't care if she was unorganized at the moment. She didn't care about the items she had thrown around her room. But one item was left untouched. Her precious loom Odysseus had gifted her in her original bedroom in her home.

Penelope looked at the loom as she scrawled to it, having no strength to walk. She eyed the half-made cloth left on the loom. Something she didn't want to finish until her wife returned. She stared at it, touching the intricate pattern she had made. It was meant to represent her small family. She didn't want to destroy it. The only thing she had left of her family. Though the actual loom back at home had the real cloth, she can't help but cherish it nonetheless.

Penelope gently caressed the cloth carefully, crying endlessly for her wife and son.]

Odysseus... Telemachus... forgive me... forgive... me... I didn't... mean to leave... I didn't want to... I'm so sorry...

[Her tears soaked the cloth. It was rare for Penelope to break down. Or is it? Perhaps... it's just no one had realised it.]

I'm so sorry... I love you both... so... please...

[thefirebird-02-101]

can you replicate The Blunt using a box of enkephalin

"Probably not. I doubt it would work."

[hadapurpose]

You, uh, don't know anything about taking care of kids, do you?

Depends. Are we talking about rat children or human children? Or another species of child?

[lcbyuri]

"The bell chimed in distress. I returned as fast as I could to-"

The Erlking found himself surrounded by several punishing birds.

"Ah."

- @eternal-haunt

"H-Honey, you- you're back!" she exclaims, staying as still as she possibly can while multiple Punishing Birds are perched on her, making themselves at home on her head and outstretched arms. She looks beyond mortified, but still manages to speak. "Uhm, uh, welcome back home! Are you, uhm, f- feeling okay? Did everything go well?"

She tries to smile, but it comes out very pained. This is not how their reunion was supposed to go at all...

[ask-executive-manager-jane-doe]

Dante to Jante sprite edits :>