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night lads

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@doomux ; ROUND ALL THE PIECES UP, BUT THEY JUST DON’T FIT THE SAME.

            ❛ — everybody needs to   sleep at night,   everybody needs a crutch. ❜ isn’t it true? kind of weird to spout out of the blue,  but nonetheless. what’s your crutch? probably faith. does hope count? lithe fingers push back the loose hairs framing her face. who knows. what will the other think?

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YOU’LL CHANGE YOUR NAME OR CHANGE YOUR MIND.

                   don’tstutterdon’tstutterdon’tstutterdon’tstutt— ❛  whuh-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?  ❜ FUCK.

                    stranger ( BLONDE. HUMAN.  MISCHIEVOUS LOOKING. ) says something strange, hears you stutter — weakling — c’mon,  godgirl . get your shit together. ❛ shouldn’t  you  introduce yuh-yourself, before giving someone a compliment? ❜ if his hands are explosive, you’re armed with a cherry bomb, and willing to put up a fight. sarcasm is a knife.

HIS VOICE IS A LESSON IN TERROR,    the reddish black fur of his coat bordering a cloying smile. fingers dance between each other like stray sparks at the end of an explosion.   ❛   you’re a piece of WORK, aren’t you ?   ❜   / @silentprophetus

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@scrtchd ; i get lost at the corner store / looking at things i’ve never seen before.

                    ❛ ...but it  duh-don't get much duh-duh-dumber ... it don't get much dumber... ❜ hesitance. this is a  DIFFICULT  SUBJECT .  she’s  dead  now, the girl spoken of. you’ve never been properly loved, not really, not before rille. and even then, she’s not a quadmate. ( IT’S MUCH DIFFERENT. ) that’s not the point, though. what were you even going on about? she’s had  awful  relationships; the human girl. and you’ve... well, had  none. ❛ ...than trying to  forget  a girl when you  love her. ❜

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mmmmmmlike for a lyrics starter?

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don’t you need me, oh baby boy.

     ❛    well no .   ❜   embarrassment coloring his cheeks deep crimson Xefros looks away ,    guilty for getting caught in the act .    he really hadn’t mean to s t a r e like that ,    but there weren’t THAT many limebloods and he was C U R I O U S .

‘cause i’m so happy, without your noise.

             ❛  ...  ❜ astonishment  dons her features. ❛ uh-uh-are you for  real ? where on beforus have you been luh-living? ❜ maybe a  few  had been a culled (  MORE  THAN A FEW, REALLY ) but... they were AROUND, at least. even if there weren’t any in this particular area, it’s not like he couldn’t have ever seen one! 

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fuck yeah, knowledge and shit! ; roxy lalonde.

        ‘ eh, they kinda do, human sad tears have prolactin an’ adrenocorticotropic in ‘em, they’re hormones by the way. ’

         ‘ i’m a SCIENTIST ?? i know this shit. i’m a fuckin PRO. ’

             ❛ — oh man, FOR REAL ? i thought velske made that  up. he makes — used to make...    um, stuff up  all  the   time .  also, that’s really coooooool! what other magical brain stuff do you know? ❜

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—♢— ❛ I GET IT. THIS WON’T STOP UNTIL I DIE. BUT WHEN I DIE, I WANT IT TO HURT. WHEN MY FRIENDS LEAVE, WHEN I HAVE TO LET GO, WHEN THIS ENTIRE TOWN IS WIPED OFF THE MAP, I WANT IT TO HURT. BAD. I WANT TO LOSE. I WANT TO GET BEATEN UP. I WANT TO HOLD ON UNTIL I’M THROWN OFF AND EVERYTHING ENDS. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WANT TO HOPE AGAIN. AND I WANT IT TO HURT. BECAUSE THAT MEANS IT MEANT SOMETHING. I MEANS I AM SOMETHING, AT LEAST…PRETTY AMAZING TO BE SOMETHING, AT LEAST…  ❜

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i wanna be your drunk text romance; roxy lalonde.

        ❛ and here i was thinkin LEELAN was a good, nice girl. huh. guess not. ❜

               ❛ — Ow.   I’m  wuh-wounded.  I’m  visibly crying. Understanding science is    such  pain  . I  try  to help this poor human, tell her  NOT  TO DRINK HER OWN  TEARS,  because they have  sad stuff  in them, but nooooooooo. ❜

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0kay c0nsider: i make a muse to pr0ject my health trauma 0nly f0r that reas0n.

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                          LOVER  FIGHTER  HEART STEALER                                        homestuck fantroll // sideblog

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—♢— ❛ I GET IT. THIS WON'T STOP UNTIL I DIE. BUT WHEN I DIE, I WANT IT TO HURT. WHEN MY FRIENDS LEAVE, WHEN I HAVE TO LET GO, WHEN THIS ENTIRE TOWN IS WIPED OFF THE MAP, I WANT IT TO HURT. BAD. I WANT TO LOSE. I WANT TO GET BEATEN UP. I WANT TO HOLD ON UNTIL I'M THROWN OFF AND EVERYTHING ENDS. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WANT TO HOPE AGAIN. AND I WANT IT TO HURT. BECAUSE THAT MEANS IT MEANT SOMETHING. I MEANS I AM SOMETHING, AT LEAST...PRETTY AMAZING TO BE SOMETHING, AT LEAST...  ❜

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lowblood living in fear.

            ❛ — what are you  staring at ? ❜ suspicious eyes on young troll —- he’s not intimidating, but she isn’t, either. the harshness in her voice is unusual, but it’s been a long day.  ❛ nuh-never seen a  limeblood  before? ❜ // @guttcrspook​ ♡’d for a starter.

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i can't feel your bones, but i can see them.

❛— And that's why  ‘other people’  tears taste so good, ‘cause you can taste their sadness. ❜ // @voiidka liked for a starter.

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♡ for a starter! 

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' it only exists when you look at it. '

you can change your name, change your mind, leave this fucked up place behind...

             ❛ well, how do you know where to look? ❜ huffs out. it’s frustrating, an attempt to find a way home —— at least, for human girl. trollian girl no longer finds home here, only hopes for home in wherever rille goes. ❛ what are we even looking for? a magical rock? a big glittery portal-ly rift in the universe? ❜

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we are the reckless.

she is here. she is there. she is everywhere. from the bones of lost beforan empires they stand, but into dust they will eventually leave. rille nods, feeling calm flood her system, diluting the rage of the unfettered scarlet that’s taken up residence on her elbows, knees, wrists( thankfully, uninfected ) as they escape from the highbloods’ sight. every few steps, her breathing turns heavy, but they finally touch down in a shady grove not unlike the one she spent her first night on beforus on. so long ago, was that, where you spent so much time across the galaxy looking for a figure, a dream with blue eyes & sandy hair who you no longer can remember the name of ? in another universe, mayhaps, but this was not that universe.

rille sits down, but it’s not without pause, her respiration disjointed like a rusty doll; she lets out a heavy breath & her leg momentarily disappears from sight with the influx of feeling, bones &blood & all ( a glitch in the knight’s coding ? ). it appears back a moment later, still painful as ever. she stretches her arms; points with a blistered fingertip to branches of the purplish-green tree they sit across from. ‘ can y-can y'grab a leaf from that ? they’re big enough to act as a swathe for the wound. absorb the gore & all. ’

            hand pinches bridge of nose: ❛ cripes, sorry, forgot — ‘ve got something better... ❜ same as the first day the two encountered each other, skirts swish as troll retrieves a bag, &&. from within that, several long strips of cloth, along with the same canteen rille could recognize as the one she drank from ( AND DO THIS IN MEMORY OF ME ) the first time the two encountered each other.

           worriedly,  hurriedly,  she pours water on to one, slowly cleaning ( PAIN BUILDS CHARACTER, DEAR ) &&. wrapping each scrape. ❛ like hell i’m putting leaves on your scrapes, tridim. what is this, troll george of the jungle? troll lord of the flies? i come prepared. ❜ just barely, leelan catches the absence of flesh on her friend.

           silence, frozen. this is not the right kind of miracle. the missing pieces return swiftly, but leelan’s eyes have already dilated. slowly, she raises her head to make eye contact. ❛ what the fuck. ❜ the usual warmth that streams from her, the same warmth that glowed a minute ago, drains away completely. her face is colourless, not that there was anything other than grey in the first place, but...