#trick.txt

[trkstrnd]

normally don’t post pics of myself but i went to a pride event w my friend yesterday and i fear we ate :)

[rebren-sys]

Randomly DMing someone and somehow making a totally unexpected system friend is so AHHHH I love it :)

[rebel-renegade-sys]

Went bungee jumping today

Fucking terrifying experience but fun

10/10 never wanna do that again

[trickywish]

time to dust this bad boy off

[pjispunk]

sometimes i imagine what it would be like if all of james spader’s characters met

[jjkyaoi]

“as a c!techno and c!tubbo apologist,” now how the hell does that work

[starboundfae]

The smell…

                   …of the ocean…

It feels like I am aimlessly floating inside myself.

The sound…

                    …of the waves…

My movement is sluggish, even within my own subconscious. Reaching the waking world feels so close, yet so far.

The feel…

                …of the sand…

The more I push towards consciousness, the harder it feels to do so, as if something is resisting-- and yet, after a minute, I surface with such suddenness that it almost surprises me. Blinding light greets me when I attempt to open my eyes, and it takes a few moments of playing peek-a-boo with the waking world before I am able to keep my eyes open.

The sky… is a beautiful shade of cloudless blue. I reach up towards it, and flinch. Memories drift back to me in fragments, of red and gray and the endless, striking blue of the sky, blocked only by my own hand reaching for something… something…

I can't remember what.

I can't remember much else, either. Assuming the worst-- always the worst, rather than get my hopes up-- I push myself upward, until I am seated, making room for sand and water to join the sky in my immediate field of vision, and begin to test that my body is functioning properly. Better to distract myself than to overthink, since overthinking means wondering how long it's been, which means wondering if--

Enough. I lift my hands and begin to pat myself down, checking that everything was in the right place.

Head. It's attached, certainly, which is always a good start. Both sets of eyes are out, which usually isn't a problem, but probably means that either my mimicry is stunted for the moment, or… whatever fauna is here isn't really human enough for it to be a concern.

Arms. Two of them, fully attached and functional. The nail polish Styx had done before the attack was still intact, surprisingly. I don't typically like nail polish but… I leave it. Perhaps as a sort of reassurance and hope that she's okay, perhaps because I'm too lazy to remove it.

Torso. No wounds, at least. I seem to be wearing light, comfortable, cream colored clothes-- a slightly-too-long t-shirt and shorts. Different from my usual clothing, which is typically what I reform with, no matter the state of it. My staff is still on my hip, which is good, as well as a strange sort of mask. My bag, however, is nowhere in sight. 

Legs. Humanoid, fully attached and functioning. I don't seem to have any footwear, so it's a good thing the sand covering the area is rather fine and not very hot. 

Tail, wings? Missing, it seems. Not great for my balance, but I assume the main population is human enough not to have them, perhaps? 

Conclusion? I reformed fine, which is always good, even if my somewhat fragmented memories hint at a particularly violent death this time. The local population-- which I have so far seen none of, unsurprisingly, considering that I seem to be on an isolated beach-- must be human enough that extra limbs are unusual, but not little oddities such as my bonus eyes. My clothes are quite different, so perhaps they mostly dress the same, and I simply reformed differently to compensate? The mask also seems to be important, if it came on its own, rather than as something I had before, like the lantern-staff.

A mostly humanoid species that dressed mostly the same and wore masks. I don't think, in all of my planet-hopping experiences, that I've met a species with this strange sort of uniform.

This is bound to be an interesting trip...

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[nvrpass]

Bowers Gang Boys

[trkstrnd]

season 5…

[trickywish]

I swear, blocking porn bots has become my 9-5 job

[jjkyaoi]

i want a tall woman to pick my up like a cat and dangle me around and swing me in the air like a limp noodle

[starboundfae]

I can't stop using the language deciphered from concept art! (Linked below, I made some letters/symbols of my own to fill the blanks though!) Something about it just makes it so fun to use. Hermes and Fig belong to @oldspikedcollar!

Translations:

Hermes (top left): "You fucking shark... I've got my eye on you."

Figaro (top right): "!!Fig fi figaro!!"

Bottom pic: "Y'know, last time I held a guy's hand, he died ^^"

[nvrpass]

“Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they’d all be watching you. They’d all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say, “It hurts. It hurts.””

- "sunlit" by r wright

[trkstrnd]

it was delicious.

[trkstrnd]

carlos reyes is a bubbling a ball of anxiety and if you expect him to say anything other than “oh thank god” when tk awakens from any coma im sorry but

that’s his HUSBAND and he was WORRIED