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oh fuck you really liked that post . finished writing up my big pretentious post to like 40 notes

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This ask blog takes place on Earth C, centering around Tavros. Obviously. She is a lesser god living in the middle of nowhere with her hivemate, and her main contact with other people is the transmission system, a one-way communication system from you (as in, anyone who wishes to send an ask to this blog) to her. As of writing this it only takes commands, which function sort of like an exile station/early Homestuck in general, although soon it will also take more 'standard' asks where she can be talked to directly. The timeline is technically canon compliant, but for Tavros to be alive again in the first place we have to start pulling shit out of nowhere, so whatever. I call this an 'ask blog' because that's what it is but I'm also trying to tell the vague outline of a story here -- ill be selective with the asks, don't take offense if yours ends up being deleted, I'm picky. I just like writing Tavros and explaining lore I made up. All characters are accounted for, not just Tavros, although she will stay the main focus even if i decide to introduce the others later. This takes place in the same timeline but sometime after Nowhere Else To Go, a fanfiction I'm writing. Techncially, multiple parts of this blog will contain spoilers for it because of that, in the off chance you're bothered by that.

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GIRL.

YOU THERE. GIRL.

GO OUTSIDE. FEEL THE RAIN.

> GO OUTSIDE. FEEL THE RAIN.

For some reason, you are suddenly a lot more motivated to go outside. Maybe even feel the rain. A minute or so wouldn't hurt.

You pass through your nice and tidy LIVING BLOCK.

You stand just outside of your HIVE. The air is cold and the rain feels hard, but there's something calm about it, gentle in its harshness. You stay out and feel the rain for just a moment, before returning to the warmth of your living block.

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=> examine computer

> Tavros: Examine computer.

You love your COMPUTER! Many of your FRIENDS reside within it. There's plenty to do, but you aren't particularly in the mood to play any GAMES right now, nor do you think anyone's willing to play them with you. You own mostly SINGLEPLAYER GAMES, but it isn't as fun if you aren't constantly keeping someone updated. Usually your HIVEMATE bears the brunt of your liveblogging, as you do with his, but he's still asleep.

The next thing that comes to mind, due to it being CURRENTLY ONSCREEN, is your MESSAGING APPLICATION, which does not have any OFFICIAL NAME for mysterious and unknowable reasons (possibly just that whoever made it couldn't be bothered to give it a name). Your attention is brought to your active GROUP CHAT, currently named "Pussy Lovers", and a discussion on said name. It was originally intended as a group to survey and discuss any interesting animals spotted, although it quickly devolved from that, largely reflected in it's absurd amounts of NAME CHANGES. Rose, DP and Jake seem to be the main contributors to these names, though you've fuelled the conflict quite a bit yourself. Nobody else seems to be contacting you at the moment, but it's good to stay caught up, even though you aren't entirely sure what they're talking about. ..Very little time has passed. If worst comes to worst, you'll peruse the INTERNET for awhile. But you hope it doesn't have to come to that. You're sure theres more to do.

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> Take a look outside

> Tavros: Take a look outside.

The weather is still POOR. You can handle some rain, but the sky seems to darken everytime you look out, a common indicator of what will become LESS HANDLE-ABLE. You especially don't want to leave your HIVEMATE if it gets too rough out, even if you were willing to brave it yourself. Which you CERTAINLY FUCKING AREN'T. The rain on it's own wouldn't be too bad, given your location, but it's cold and windy, which could agitate it's other INHABITANTS. You live in a CLEARING of a DEEP FOREST, something you're happy with, even if it gets lonely at times. You've grown fond for EARTH C'S FAUNA, and they're at their strangest out here.

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>Think about women.

> Tavros: Think about women.

That sounds like a GREAT PASSTIME. You LOVE WOMEN, personally. You know quite a few, some of which weren't women when you first got here, and you fit that description yourself! That means more women total, which is PRETTY GOOD, YOU THINK. You are good friends with KANAYA, even if you do not talk that much. DANA is.. funny, you guess. You're starting to think she might not be all that cool? Whatever. Then there's JADE, who.. uh. Actually, your relationship with her is kind of AWKWARD. You get along fine, you guess, but you'd really rather not think too long on it. And then, er.. Okay, maybe you want to think about HER even less. Maybe talking about the women you know personally is a bad idea. You are all just kind of AWKWARD or WEIRD and it doesn't work very well. And all of the OTHER WOMEN you know AREN'T WOMEN ANYMORE. Whoops. But in general, YOU LOVE WOMEN. That's all there really is to say on the matter.

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examine posters!!!

> Tavros: Examine posters.

Ok, you do that. Your POSTER COLLECTION is admittedly small, especially compared to how it was back on ALTERNIA, but you are still catching up with lots of classic EARTH C MEDIA! On the far left is a small print your HIVEMATE drew. It was one of the first he made, and he gave it to you! In exchange for FULL-DAY TV PRIVELEGES, but you still like to think of it as a GIFT. His SHRINK said it's good for him to invest his energy in CREATIVE HOBBIES. You always call therapists SHRINKS when you are feeling extra casual. Next to that is also from your HIVEMATE! From something he likes a lot more than you do, but whatever. You're starting to think he might not understand the concept of gifts. It's a poster for a HORROR-COMEDY FOR WIGGLERS. You couldn't explain the plot if you tried. The next two are actually ADVERTISEMENTS FOR PLAYS, but they had a cool design on the back so you taped them up. The PLAYS themselves were both retellings of EVENTS FROM THE SESSIONS, which you'd probably be more uncomfortable with if it weren't for the.. CREATIVE LIBERTIES taken, making them NEARLY UNRECOGNISABLE. Silver lining, you guess? The last is a FAIRY POSTER. You unfortunately lost a lot of your old posters after SGRUB, but luckily it isn't a forgotten art on Earth C! They're red this time, though. They kind of remind you of your BEST FRIEND, but you're sure that's a coincidence.

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Your name is TAVROS NITRAM. You are a MINOR GOD on EARTH C, a title you are quite happy with despite contributing nothing to actually getting it. It doesn't matter that much, anyway. You live in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE with a PARTICULARLY LAME HIVEMATE, and a fuck-ton of animals that you let WANDER INTO YOUR HIVE FOR FUN. You are LESS NORMAL than you LIKE TO BELIEVE. You, like many others, have a variety of INTERESTS, but you do not care to list them right now. WEIRD! You usually like talking about them QUITE EXTENSIVELY. Maybe you will if prompted...? You were about to go on a WALK but POOR WEATHER has thrown the PROVERBIAL WRENCH in your plans. You are now VERY BORED. If only you had SOMEONE TO TALK TO, but you DO NOT. Your HIVEMATE sleeps until the LATE AFTERNOON most days and while animals make good company, they don't make great conversation partners. You aren't particularly in the mood to do anything. So you wait.

(asks now open!)

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A SOMEWHAT-LESS-YOUNG-TROLL stands in her RESPITEBLOCK. It just so happens that TODAY is.. uneventful. Regardless, it was a little over twelve sweeps ago that she was brought into a world via HUGE FUCKING METEOR, and she has long since been given a name. Do not try to give her a NEW ONE. Do not try and name her SOMETHING SILLY, or even SOMETHING GENUINE. It's unnecessary. Stop that. Put your KEYBOARD down.

Anyway.

The TRANSMISSION SYSTEM is still being set up. It won't take long, though.

(asks open in 12 hours!)