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frecklefuck:

That feels… weird as fuck

Like it doesn’t hurt it just…

Uncomfortable.   Man I bet I slept on it wrong

Hm, probably. We’ll have to be more careful, watch how you’re sleeping. Maybe we can made sure you’re sleeping on your stomach for awhile? 

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frecklefuck:

>He grumbles a little, tugging at his modified shirt until is slides down over his hips as he hunches over with his back toward Sollux.  Not that he needed to hunch over, he was short enough for the view to be just fine.

It’s my right one.

>It’s folded a little, right at the base near his back, like a piece of cloth that had been laid on for too long.  He stretches his wing and it flattens out a little, but the crease is still visible.

What’s it look like?

>He flutters his hands over the wing, restless and worrying, smoothing over the crease, frowning. His thumbs rub small circles along it.

It looks like you tried to make a paper airplane back here. How’s that feel? Does it hurt at all? 

>He starts pressing gently on different places, watching for any reactions. 

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▷ >Bridhe: Wake up alone.

frecklefuck:

Not the first time.  Not the last time.  You wake up in a wad of sheets, yawning and stretching with a staccato of pops before sprawling like a cat as you gradually wake yourself up.  You sit up, scratching as you blearily stare at the clock before tugging your head back a tad to get your eyes to focus on the numbers.  You really should wear your glasses, but you’ll be damned if you actually do that. You kick the sheets aside as you slide out of bed, scratching and grunting to yourself as you run a hand through your hair and try to pick out knots of curls with your fingers.

You expect to see Sollux in the kitchen, or on the couch at least on his laptop but the house is almost suspiciously quiet.  You only grumble a little to yourself, scrounging around for your phone as you listen for the shower (none, nothing) before texting with one hand as you pull out a pan and get ready to make breakfast.

[text] Hey man, where are you?  You decide to actually get out into the city for once?

The worry you feel is shoved aside as you crack eggs with one hand.  Omelets sounded good this morning, you even had some mushrooms in the fridge.

[text] If you’re sleepwalking I’m gonna find you and get a piggyback ride just to see where you go.  Is your head feeling any better?

Sollux was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.  You were stupid to worry like this.  The phone is finally set aside as you stare down at your eggs, watching the yolks bump together before busting them and starting to whisk them with a fork.

You walked for the first few hours, the city you’d awakened in falling away into the distance, but as the sun came up and the heat started to settle in, you quickly realized you weren’t going to get much further on foot. That’s when you hotwired the bike. Five hours later and you find yourself in Ardmore, Oklahoma.

You whip out the phone you’d snagged off the counter before leaving, the technology old compared to what you’re used to, but at least it worked here, unlike your own. You double check your route to make sure you’re on course. Another full day of riding and you should make it to Seattle. To the last known city of the grey orb. 

You frown, settling your goggles on top of your head as you notice the text messages. Someone worried about the soul you’ve swapped out. You figure you’ll just ignore it, but something changes your mind. A bit of sympathy perhaps, for both the concerned one and the soul you’ve ousted. Of course this situation wasn’t your first choice, but it couldn’t be helped. You tap a quick message in response.

[txt] you shouldn’t worry. thiings are fiine. iit wiill be ok, iin the end.

Perhaps it’s not the most comforting thing, but you aren’t about to lie to someone with no good reason. And it’s the truth. You believe things will be ok, eventually. You drop the phone back into your bag and head into the gas station to pay.

You don’t notice the falcon sitting on the telephone wire that’s been trained in your direction the entire time. If you did, you might have recognized it as the same falcon that watched you when you stopped in Fairfield, the same one that followed as you blew through Dallas. But you didn’t notice him those times either, so he goes unnoticed for now; a strange bird in a strange world cocking it’s head to the side as it’s eyes follow the strange one-eyed troll.

You swing your leg over the bike, pulling your goggles back down and continuing your trek north. You figure you can get about 8 more hours today, making it to Colby, Kansas before you have to stop and sleep. The falcon lifts off the wire, lazily soaring into the air. It’ll make it to Colby hours before you do. It shimmers in the summer haze, disappearing in the sun’s glare.   

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I was doing very important things. Like looking at porn in public

ooh, yeah, ii can 2ee that. very iimportant thiing2. porn ii2 2ome 2eriiou2 bu2iine22, e2peciially iif you’re on a 2elf iimpo2ed ab2tiinence kiick ju2t for fun. how’d all that porn treat you, by the way? ii reblogged a few thiing2 wiith you iin miind, ehehe.   

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OKAY, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?

man, iit’2 good two know that 2omeone out there ii2 ready and wiilliing two jump on the opportuniity two off me when ii need iit. iit’2 friiend2 liike you that really count, you know? 

and you know how ii want two diie, ii told you at 2ome poiint. but maybe that’2 not appropriiate for thii2 moment. ii donno, 2omethiing water related plea2e. or abandon me iin the de2ert wiithout any provii2iion2 and leave me two diie.  

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that sounds fucking delicious but not togehther
at the same time?
…That sounds like a disgusting com8in8ion.

follow a handful of gummy worm2 wiith a couple chiip2, not that bad really. iit’2 a ta2te 2en2atiion. then agaiin ii can eat anythiing 2o maybe iit’2 not actually good? who know2? 

we had pringles?!

had beiing the operatiive word here. where were you all day? iit wa2 boriing as hell. 

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Our tub is big enough to hold you?

no, not really. ii had two 2iit pretty fuckiing curled up wiith my leg2 all bent. iit wa2 uncomfortable, but iit worked. ii feel liike ii’ve been beaten two 2hiit now though. 

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rubyofthecathouse:

ACTUALLY, MUST PUNS ARE PRETTY OBNOXIOUS.


IF YOU HANDED THEM TO ME AND SAID THIS WAS WHAT WE WERE EATING, I WOULD EAT THEM, THEY’RE JUST NOT MY PREFERENCE.

IT’S NOT REALLY THAT SAD, AND I DO EAT WHAT I LIKE NOW, BUT IT’S TAUGHT ME TO BE A LOT LESS PICKY THAN SOMEONE WITH A DIFFERENT UPBRINGING. IT ALSO LETS ME GET BY ON EATING A LOT LESS THAN ONE WOULD THINK HEALTHY. I DON’T KNOW HOW IT ALL WORKS, JUST THAT IT DOES.

IT STARTED OUT AS A METAPHOR, DIDN’T IT? NOW WE ARE LITERALLY JUST TALKING ABOUT FOOD, THOUGH. 

they get obnoxiiou2 when they’re overu2ed. but how many tiime2 have you heard me use a pun? exactly.

wow, you really are ju2t not piicky at all. ii fiind that iimpre22iive. 2eem2 liike everyone’2 piicky about 2omethiing. 

and no. there were never any metaphor2. why would ii u2e food metaphor2 anyway? that would ju2t be weiird. you were iimagiiniing metaphor2 iin u2e. 

(Source: brokendualiity)

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rubyofthecathouse:

OKAY FIRST OFF, WOW THAT’S A HORRIBLE PUN. WON-TON? REALLY?

SECOND, I DON’T EAT CHIPS ANYWAY, WHICH PROBABLY ISN’T THE IMPORTANT POINT OF THIS IMAGERY, BUT IT’S STILL SOMETHING TO NOTE.
AND FINALLY, FOOD IS FOOD. I EAT WHAT’S THERE AND IF THERE’S NO MORE OF IT, THEN I EAT SOMETHING ELSE. I DIDN’T REALLY HAVE THE LUXURY GROWING UP OF BEING A PICKY EATER, AND AS SUCH, I’M NOT REALLY GOING TO BECOME ADDICTED TO SOMETHING AND CRY OVER THE LOSS OF A PARTICULAR ITEM.
I THINK I SHOULD HAVE STAYED OUT OF THIS PARTICULAR METAPHOR, BUT WHATEVER. 

there’2 no 2uch thiing a2 a terriible pun, ok? pun2 are pretty fanta2tiic.

good two note, ii’ll ju2t jot that down here for future reference. don’t feed hiim chiip2, he doe2n’t fuckiing eat them.

…..that’2 actually really 2ad? at lea2t ii wouldn’t be two happy iin 2uch a 2iituatiion. but ii 2uppo2e iif that’2 all you’d ever known, there’2 nothiing two mii22. liike, how doe2 one mourn over the lo22 of chocolate iif you’ve never had iin the fiir2t place? but iif you can change that, why wouldn’t you?

and 2hut up, there’2 no metaphor here, we’re talkiing about food damniit.  

(Source: brokendualiity)

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I CAN’T SAY THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME, BECAUSE FUCK PEOPLE, IF I WANT FOOD, I’LL EAT IT AND BUY MORE LATER. BUT HOLY SHIT THIS MADE ME LAUGH.

hmm, but what iif the 2tore doe2n’t carry that brand anymore? or maybe the company ii2 goiing two 2top produciing that flavor? maybe you’ll even develop a food addiictiion, wiith your unbriidled food lu2t. iit’2 not a2 throw away and dii2po2able at that poiint ii2 iit? you can’t be 2o won-ton wiith your eatiing habiit2!

……

food can carry a heavy exii2tentiial crii2ii2 weiight ok.   

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o8sessive

I can’t for shit.

At least I’m not as 8ad as my moirail though. I had to carry him into the pool and when I dropped him like he told me to he practically just flailed around until I pulled him 8ack out. (Even though it was shallow.) I’m surprised he didn’t clim8 up my legs like a meow8east.

that’2 two bad, iit’2 a lot fun.

ehehe, 2ound2 liike a friiend ii had. he wouldn’t get iin the water for 2hiit 2o once we ju2t kiind of pu2hed hiim iin. he 2creamed 2o loud ii thought the wiindow2 were goiing two 2hatter. iit wa2 only liike three fuckiing feet and he acted liike he wa2 dyiing. good way two teach people how two 2wiim though, chuckiing theiir a22e2 iintwo the water. 

(Source: brokendualiity)

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trolledtimeline:

NOT SURE WHAT YOU COULD DO, MATE.

mo2t liikely nothiing. 2entiiment’2 2tiill there though. 

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trolledtimeline:

BOTH ARE OPTIONS, BUT I WON’T TAKE THE LATTER UNLESS I HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE.

well…good. ii don’t want that two happen, not two you. not two anyone ii know. don’t thiink there’2 much ii can do, but here’2 me 2tiill offeriing.

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trolledtimeline:

brokendualiity replied to your post: no waiit what? what the fuck ii2 thii2 about fiive day2 two liive?

2o what you were ex2anguiinated wiithout actually bleediing?? what’2 goiing two happen?

DYING UNLESS I SOMEHOW BECOME A GOD OR A PUPPET FOR THE HORRORTERRORS.

……

ii don’t even….how the FUCK are you 2uppo2ed two become a god? becau2e obviiou2ly that’2 the only real optiion here.  

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blooddiesel replied to your post: What’s your chumhandle, nut nibbler.

Excellent. Now I may observe you. Quietly. Silently.

….ye2 ok. ii feel much liike how ii iimagiine iin2ect2 piinned two board2 miight feel iif they weren’t dead all ready and could 2tiill feel thiing2. 

 frecklefuck replied to your postWhat’s your chumhandle, nut nibbler.

Here’s where I ask if you want to start.

and here’2 where ii poiint out that you may or may not have notiiced the double 2et of fang2. thiink about for a biit. 

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