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PLEASE IGNORE ANY ADDITIONS TO THE EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM COMING FROM MY PALM HUSK. I CAN'T CONTROL IT.

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Visions of a Distant Past

Running is a far too familiar feeling for you. Your feet, hitting against the ground lightly, and your arms pumping back and forth as you try, desperately to propel yourself forward, faster, faster, come on, you need to go faster. Your chest is burning in agony as your lungs desperately try to provide what will never be enough air. And yet - you continue sprinting. You keep pushing yourself further forward, trying to gain more speed despite seeming to have already surpassed your body’s limit.  Your life depends on it.  The landscape around you is a blur, and in your panicked state you notice almost none of it. The colors around you are vibrant, more so than you have ever experienced in your life, but all of the detail has gone. There really is nothing outside of you, your pursuers, and the threat of death seeming to catch up on you as the voices pursuing you get louder and closer.  Mutant. Heretic. Infidel. Abomination. These aren’t the only words they’re saying - you can hear others muddled in with these ones. You swear some of the words you’re hearing come together to form sentences, but your think pan doesn’t piece anything together - none of what you’re hearing makes any sense and it’s a miracle that any of their words have managed to stand out to you.  You don’t know how long this goes on. Time itself is nonexistent, with the pursuit seeming to both drag on for several eternities and end in less than a heartbeat. It goes on too long, but when it ends, it is too soon.  You reach a river, and you know you won’t be able to swim across, given how exhausted you are. You turn to the side and prepare to rush even a little bit downstream, to try to find a place to cross.  Standing before you is a troll, only a little taller than yourself. You shudder, and turn so that your back is to the pool, wanting to dart past the trolls and back into the safety of the trees -  You’re surrounded. The party isn’t large by any stretch - it consists of four, maybe five trolls? Possibly? Under any other circumstances you would be able to count them, but your mind is rushing in its panic, and you can barely even register that you have fewer pursuers than you did ambushers.  They close in on you as you back towards the riverbed, and their leader draws a sword. In that moment, it becomes clear that this time there is no peaceful way out. You really don’t want to do this, but you’re all too aware that they will kill you if you don’t kill them. You reach for your sickles, ready to unsheathe them from where they usually sit at your waist.  They aren’t there. Why would they be? Your camp was ambushed before you fully awakened, and you were all forced to run for your lives before you could even arm yourselves.  You lower your head, accepting of the fact that separated from your companions and without the aid of your weapons, there is nothing you can do.  By the royal decree of Her Imperious Condescension, you are under arrest for treason and conspiracy.  ----------  You rush into a seated position when you awaken on one of the several couches on the ship, your blood pusher pounding in your chest. Your lungs still burn and your breathing is rushed and panicked. The world around you comes into focus, but the memory of the dream does not fade.  

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It's been a while.

So if anybody noticed, this account kind of stopped being active, and I didn’t officially announce a hiatus. If you talk to me on Skype, you probably know what’s been going on but I will elaborate for anybody who might want to know here.

On September 15, 2016 I lost my grandmother (“Nona”) to lung cancer that had spread to other parts of her body, including her brain. It was in August that she stopped being herself.

Nona was really close to my brother and I when she was alive, and so I was naturally distraught when she passed on. I really wasn’t up for much in the way of writing. On top of this, for me roleplaying is a means of forgetting the real world for a while, meaning this muse in particular was not one I felt I could deal with. It was for this reason, and also for fear of encountering content that might make me feel worse, that I took a break from Tumblr altogether. I still roleplayed as my no-SGRUB Karkat (@cachaemicgaucherie) though, because the roleplaying in that AU is primarily done on Gaia and avoiding unwanted content was easier there.

I am starting to recover and my New Year’s resolution is to start getting enjoyment out of the things I like doing again. Thus, I now plan on (slowly) coming out of my hiatus. I will probably only be semi-active over the coming weeks, but hopefully I’ll be able to pay more attention to my muses on Tumblr now.

I’m glad to be back.

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believe! believe in yourself, believe in the monsters, believe in hope, it’ll keep you alive

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Conspiracy theory discussion and chill

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We don’t fit in, you and me,’ he said. ‘We’re both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together.’ He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other’s. ‘We fit.

Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie (via books-n-quotes)

@gardengroowing

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remember kids

its only illegal if u get caught

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JAHEIM, CAN I JUST ASK THAT YOU *TRY* TO UNDERSTAND WHY I’M BEING PARANOID ABOUT THIS??? I DIDN’T EVEN PARTICULARLY *WANT* TO START HEMOTYPING BUT I’M TRYING TO GAUGE MY SAFETY ON THIS SHIP WITHOUT OFFENDING ANYBODY. MY BEING SCARED BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED SHOULDN’T BE TAKEN AS A PERSONAL ATTACK AIMED AT THE REST OF THE SHIP.

i don’t know what happened, and i’m not going to ask. no one needs to tell me.

however.

in light of what just happened in the pail-pale-cull chat, i want to take a moment to remind everyone that we are a team. we need to work together. if there are problems, communication needs to happen, not attacks. from anyone. the group safe words are there for a reason, and i know it can be hard to use them, but please do - and equally, please respect them.

everyone on this crew is here for a reason. every one of us is valuable and comes from a very different background. there’s no need to patronize or talk down to anyone. we’re all on a space ship in the middle of space and we’re stuck together, unless someone decides rebellion isn’t for them. and if it isn’t, that’s fair, but whoever decides that will most certainly be missed.

you’re all really, really great and i really appreciate every one of you. your skills have been invaluable to the crew time and time again. you’ve been great to talk to, great to joke with - and yes, i even mean you too, nearmind, despite how much i might snap at you. please don’t let this effort fall apart.

we are the heart of the rebellion. we need every one of you. whatever i can do to help, whatever it might be, please, all you need to do is ask.

but in the meantime… i hope we’re able to resolve all this soon. take your time to sort out your issues.

i hope everyone’s ok.

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Star Wars?

Why the fuck would you go to war with stars? You fools. You can’t win. Just look at how many there are.

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realizing that even i could be an important character, despite being raised from dust and grime, was the greatest knowledge i’ve ever come across. now i know i can shine brightly and inspire and be loved, just like in my beloved fairy tales.

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How do you know if you're in love?

When something cool happens and you can’t wait to tell them about it, I think that means you’re in love. If ya wanna hear every little dumb detail of their day I think that’s a pretty good sign too. Comfortable silences, knowing every little freckle and the way their face crinkles when they smile, if the little things about them make you feel all gooey in your heart I think that’s love.

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THE INTENTION WAS NOT TO FLIRT. I WAS TRYING TO GET HER TO FIGHT RECKLESSLY AND IT’S EASIER TO DO THAT WITH TAUNTS THAN TO DO IT THE TRADITIONAL WAY. I’M NOT INTERESTED IN HER SO I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT YOU’RE FINE.

REGARDLESS OF HOW YOU INTERPRET THAT, I’M SORRY ABOUT THE MISUNDERSTANDING. I WAS NOT TRYING TO MAKE ANYBODY UNCOMFORTABLE.

THIS IS A LEGITIMATE FIGHTING STRATEGY THAT I HAVE USED FOR TWO SWEEPS TO KEEP MYSELF FROM GETTING CULLED.

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THIS IS A LEGITIMATE FIGHTING STRATEGY THAT I HAVE USED FOR TWO SWEEPS TO KEEP MYSELF FROM GETTING CULLED.

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(i’m going to die.)

You know I can read, right?