#paradoxblurbs

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i'm tired

Jack, sitting in his gaming chair, received a phone call.

"jack here, who's calling?"

"oh, hey jo. yeah i'm not doing much at the moment."

"nate? oh well, it's kinda hard to explain"

"you remember fawn? yeah, mhm, smoochy smoochy yes"

"well, they got serious after the game, 3 years together yeah"

"for some reason nate dumped her, he seemed happy about it for the first few weeks"

"after that? he spiraled bad, he never left his bed for a while, i still brought him food and water."

"yes i know he wouldn't die without it but i was trying to support him"

"i asked him if he was okay once and he disappeared for the entire day."

"dramatic yes, but, i think he's getting better. today he actually took a shower and brushed his teeth."

"i know that sounds weird but he hadn't done that in months, it was worrying."

"yeah, i got him to talk about it once and he just talked about how therapy was too scary and that he didn't want to burden anyone with his problems"

"yeah, well, it's lunch so i'm gonna go, i'll talk later, cya."

He hung up the phone before getting out of his chair and walking over to nate's room.

Knocking on the door he opened it a little to see nate playing some game, multiverse sandbox or whatever he had talked about that one time months ago.

"hey nate, need any snacks or water?"

"oh.. hi jack, uhm.. i dont know"

"well, it's nice to see you out of the bed and doing stuff again anyway."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"ill get you some water"

"thank you"

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don't ask about why i wrote this, just enjoy, or something, please.

Within the streets of a vast, populated city, was always a homeless population, but one local was about to have a savior.

a protogen without a name, cold and shivering under some newspapers laid there, another night without anything to keep him warm. sure he produced heat on his own, he was the peak of technology at the time! unfortunately, the time was the 80s, a time long gone.

this didn't mean he wasn't special, protogens were very rare to this day, and he was the only one in the city, yet nobody wanted him. he was outdated, and discontinued for a reason, yet one special woman decided to take her chances.

her name was Sofia, and she was about to make his life better, she had heard his soft whimpers in the night and decided to investigate, she had never heard of protogens before, and the sight of one nearly made her jump. a hybrid of technology and animal? such a strange thing to create, as she slowly pulled off the newspapers, he looked up at her, the sound of the floppy disc in his brain whirring to life as she pulled him onto his feet.

she was a few inches taller than him but they were still able to see eachother without straining their necks. as he was about to speak it began to pour, and he wasn't safe anymore, quickly he grabbed the newspapers and put them on top of his head, beginning to whimper once more as she pulled out an umbrella.

he looked at her with a strange expression on his face, she wasn't sure what he was trying to emote, but she offered him a spot underneath her umbrella, which he gladly took, almost cuddling up to her, which she found cute as she began to lead him back to her apartment.

they both got a lot of strange looks, but it didn't matter to either of them, he couldn't display anything correctly in response and she was used to the judgement as it is.

but once they got back to her high rise apartment, she finally spoke. "can you speak?" the whirring of his electronics became loud, numbers began flashing on his screen before it finally showed the words "i cannot speak"

she cursed slightly under her breath, feeling dumb for thinking it could, but it at least understood english, she could take that in confidence at least, she noticed that he was still shivering however, and quickly moved him over to the couch in front of an electronic fireplace.

"that is dangerous, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire" he was no longer cold but still shivering. she quickly showed him a remote that switched it off. "what. magic. radio controlled fire." none the less he calmed down, now seeing how it wasn't a threat.

he saw her computer and quickly went over to it, looking at the keyboard, it wasn't big, it was small. "how are the keys so small. why is computer so small. how much power. must only do addition." she chuckled a little as she read his little messages, showing him that it could do a lot of stuff, and that her data was all on it too.

"very small, very small, how all data on such small machine. must require lots of floppy discs. where are your floppy discs." he typed on the computer, trying to figure out this notepad contraption, how did it go so fast with his typing? she must know magic computer stuff.

"we don't use floppy discs anymore silly, those are so old, we use hard drives now, do you not know that?" he looks at her and then back at the computer "hard. drive. no. sounds. complicated."

she was at least knowledgeable enough to explain that, and everything else in her computer while he listened patiently. he felt warm and comfortable, learning about all this new tech was cool to him, and her getting to take care of and teach her new best friend was cool to her.

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im writing more than im editing because editing requires me to have visual ideas that i can achieve while writing can be anything i want.

point is, i wrote another thing

"Do you sleep?" Sofia asked as she prepared for bed, almost ready to get in. "sleep... yes." his display flashed some Zs in a diagonal pattern.

"Great, cmon." She flipped open her sheets, snuggling in softly before gesturing for him to join her. "Confused... Where newspaper.. and.. cardboard?" she chuckled a little. "This is your new cardboard and newspaper silly, just get in, and we can snuggle and stuff while we sleep yknow?" the sounds of whirring could be heard as he tried to process it.

After 45 seconds of this whirring noise she eventually pulled him under the sheets and explained it all, eventually getting him to understand it. "Sleep time" she encouraged him to snuggle into her as she fell asleep, her head resting on top of his while he laid on her chest.

Unfortunately the peacefulness didn't last very long as protogens could have dreams and therefore also nightmares, and he was certainly having one, causing his screen and internals to heat up. The sudden increase of heat woke up Sofia, and now that she was awake she could hear his whimpers along with feeling his shaking and overheating body.

"Hey.. dude get up.. cmon its late and youre scaring me..." she groggily shook him until it shocked him awake. "NUKES. BOMBS. WAR." his screen displayed with a flashing exclamation mark. She quickly pulled him close and pet him, trying to calm him down and help him realize he was with her.

"Its alright dude i'm here, just calm your shit for a second its me" she said softly as he started to cool down, realizing he was safe. the whirring noise he was making earlier had returned but it was okay as his screen displayed "Sorry... I had a nighthorse..." she was confused until she realized that he had meant nightmare, and confused the words. this made her laugh and helped lighten the mood.

they did get their full night of sleep.

~~unlike me, the writer~~

[blubparadox]

i wrote another thing, its probably terrible

its about some homestuck ocs this time, thats all, writing is below the line, provided tumblr works

"Dude, you okay?" jack asked as he knocked on the door frame of his roommate, looking at the bed which currently seemed to have him held like a jail cell. "sure" nate looked over at jack and then back up at the ceiling. "just like everything is technically okay, im not dead, or decaying or even in danger, maybe i just need some space" and just like that, he disappeared into the night. Jack sighed, ever since nate broke up with his girl he has been all over the place, and it doesnt seem good for him.

nate was now in space, floating around doing nothing, looking at stars and moons and planets. "this isnt so bad" he sat there floating in space, looking around. "i could name every one of you if i wanted to, but i might say a name that prevents me from enjoying it" looking around, he knew the name of every star already, but there was fun to be had in giving them nicknames because of his love for space, and it was nice to be immersed within it.

there was something to be said about how he already nicknamed one of the stars and now couldnt stand to look at it anymore, but it was simply too prominent, ignoring something like a star might as well be a sin in his eyes as every part of the universe was important to him. except for himself that is.

he used to love telling people about space, and then he broke up with his chick and now he has nobody to tell, nobody that cares anyway. what was there left to do for him? he couldnt die, he already knew aliens existed, the depths of space have already been explored to the point where there was nothing new or interesting left for him.

"maybe there is such a thing as too much space"

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oh fuck i wrote something

i wrote a thng about one of my original characters (not from any particular fandom) its below the cutoff line, provided tumblr works.

"wake up" he thought before he got up, actually, who is he? that's a good question and one he asks himself before standing up in the middle of this strange alleyway he found himself in. he doesn't have a name so we will call him nameless until we find out what his name should be. nameless walked out of the alley, thankfully with clothes, a blank t-shirt and some jeans, a nice pair of shoes and a.. a tape recorder for a head. wait a minute. that's not right, he should have a normal human head, like everyone else does, but it's not, it's a tape recorder, how interesting. okay let's retrace his steps for him, last thing he remembers is. nothing, well shit, this was pointless, where to now nameless? "how about that electronics store?" he says to himself, in static, because he can't produce normal words. this might be an issue. he entered the store and while he did get a few amused looks, nobody questioned it, he looked around until he heard something calling to him. "radio radio radio radio" it called, he walked over to the source, a mixing table, he looked at it. "yeah it's been outputting nothing but static all week sorry but it isn't for sale" one of the workers behind the desk said as nameless stared it. 'static? but it's saying radio' he thought as he stared at the mix table, his hands slowly being pulled towards it. he could resist it no longer, he begun spinning the records and moving sliders, the once static records now played some totally fresh funky tunes or whatever the youth call it. "my name is radio, i am a dj" he said to himself as he continued to mix on the tables, unfortunately everyone else heard static, and he didn't know what a dj was, but the mix table was telling him that's what he was and that his name is radio. he liked playing with this mixing table thing, and everyone else in the store was encouraging him as he did so, nobody knew his name, nobody could even understand him but that wasn't a problem.

[blubparadox]

I'm writing again and this time it's about Paradox Prime (who i'm now going to refer to as K18)'s storage system. mostly it's flaws.

Sofia and K18 were not having a good time, somehow he had messed up her laptop while trying to figure out how it worked and considering her final project was on it, she wasn't happy.

She could fix her laptop easily but she wasn't easing up on her anger, and all it took was one shove against the wall to make a problem worse. As K18 hit the wall, an audible snap could be heard, causing him to shut down.

"nonono, fuck i'm so sorry, please come back, cmon.." as he slumped down to the floor she got down with him and grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to turn on again.

Thankfully he did, however his display was showing a message she dreaded. "Memory Disc Not Found, Grabbing Backup Disc: Sofia Backup"

"oh god, what does the backup have? when did he last back up? why is it specifically me? oh no.. i hope he isn't going to be stuck permanently mad..." as the whirring slowed down and the disc finished changing, K18 looked up at Sofia "Hi" he said simply.

"hey.. im sorry.." she softly stroked his head, still worried. "Is this about. dinner date? wrong bill, bad words." as she read the words she nearly burst into tears. he was referencing a dinner date that happened last year.

everything over the past year was gone because she had gotten mad over something she could have fixed, now the only person she spoke to regularly didn't even remember the past year they had spent together, all the good times.. all the bad times.. it's all gone.

she sat there distraught as he had a question mark flashing on his face. "Why sad?" he displayed as she hugged him tightly. "nothing, nothing.. it's all my fault.. the past year is gone and it's my fault..." she started to sob, he pat her on the head softly "What is your fault?"

"everything..."

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why do i write, i just had this idea, it's 3am

late at night, the sounds of rustling bedsheets were becoming more and more common, now if you were asleep at this time you probably wouldn't notice, much like the character causing the rustling, nate.

it was clear that something wasn't okay, a nightmare, terror, or maybe just a weird dream was causing him to twist and turn as he slept, if his friends were awake, they would have certainly tried to shake him out of it by now.

but there wasn't, and he was alone to fight this nightmare off, eventually however, the fight was ended for him as he shot awake in a cold sweat, reaching towards the other end of his bed as he turned.

"babe i had-" he stopped, remembering that she was gone, she couldn't comfort him anymore, he was the reason why. he started to tear up, his emotions having shot from distressed to depressed in seconds.

and so he sobbed, he sobbed longer than anyone would like to admit, she was gone, he had lost her and now he had to sit here, constantly reminded of his failings and how he had nobody to lean on anymore.

his friends wouldn't care, he had no lover or pets, his family was non-existent in his life now, he was terrified of therapy. he felt alone, and he didn't know what to do except cry into his pillow and fall back sleep, by the morning he would be fine he assured himself, his throat tightening as another set of tears escaped his eyes.

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Oh god i'm writing more things oh no oh god.

ill be honest, there's a lot of context missing, but i think that might add to the experience, idk i'm kinda bad at this whole writing thing

"Harmony, harmony get up." you heard as your eyes slowly opened. "You alright? You hit your head pretty hard when you passed out from the tobacco"

You tried to think about what happened, but all you can think about was your apparent dream, Radio, HD, The Club, Heisting. You try really hard to think about anything before that but it simply isn't coming to you. "i dont get it.. but.. where is radio? wheres the bar? why does everything look so strange.. why do i sound human?" you asked, looking up to your apparently human friends for answers.

you look down at your hands, realizing that they are in fact human, you aren't a mannequin anymore, and that scares you, it scares you a lot. you had spent the past few years living in that dream world and it's all gone, everything you had done was now reduced to nothing. you started to cry, you couldn't help it, everything you had done was gone, your lover, your heists, your job and your papa were all gone, nothing more than a stupid dream.

"Harmony, you're starting to cry, are you okay?" your friend asks, why does she have to act like nothing is wrong? cant she see that you've just lost everything all over again?! she keeps calling you harmony too, you aren't harmony, youre hellface! why is this happening? what cruel god did you irritate to cause this? you don't know and you can't help but despair deeply.

maybe it was just a dream, but it was definitely a life better than what she was experiencing right now.

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FAQ or something

so tumblr mobile wasnt letting people look at my FAQ page, so now have a pinned post mobile users. [you can ask me more questions and i will answer them]

Who are you?  im paradox, i am a homestuck fan who writes blurbs about not homestuck things and edit photos You edit photos? Like James Fridman?  unfortunately yes, but im not nearly as good as james fridman, i dont edit real photography, i edit shitposts in this free program called paint.net with the tag #paradoxedits, please send requests i legitmately have no ideas on my own.

You write blurbs? Like [insert famous writer here]   unfortunately yes, but i write stupid things, ill probably post them here from time to time, and tag them with #paradoxblurbs, you can send in requests for these too, but unless its one of my favorite ships or character A character B stuff, dont expect me to write it with your OCs, or whatever characters you ask for to begin with.

I’ve heard you like homestuck? favorite ships? spacetime, spacetime, spacetime, spacetime, spacetime, spacetime, grimdorks, rosemary

Do you do things besides editing photos and writing blurbs?  i work on fnf mods for people and roleplay or something.

You Roleplay? Explain.   yes, i do, in pms only, only with canon homestuck characters, and probably only my favorite ships, well, two of them. i am terrible at roleplaying rose or kanaya, or jade, or anyone who isnt dave or john. maybe sollux.

FNF Mods? Will you program my mod based on [insert stick figure here]   depends on how much needs to be done, if you ask for 30 new mechanics, leave, actually stay keep enjoying my content but dont pm me asking for something insane, i program in kade engine.  Do you charge money for your work?   no Marital Status?   what are you? the irs? fyi, single. Have you used tumblr before?   oh god is it that obvious that i havent?