♣ mediated by @galootTyrannicide
Happy 8/8.
⚇ I won't even use all my quirk for this one. Show this shit the respect it deserves lmfao. --- To Kiss The Sun, Chapter 12 -- Fear and Longing "WE HAVE TO RUN, KULLEO!" The stars had already begun to disappear overhead as spilled orange Faygo stained the sky in rich hues as the sun began to rise. I stared in awe at the break of day, like a cuspidated grimalkin stuck in the headlights of a scuttlebuggy I felt trapped to the spot, my body shaking. I'd never seen anything so beautiful before, so thoroughly romantic. "This is what you get to see every day...?" I whispered to Fallan, eyes managing to turn away from the sunrise just enough to see the glitter of her pallid skin in the glow of its rays. She looked beautiful, even beyond the life that had long drained from her eyes, my cemetery girl stood shining brilliant in the dawn. Her eyes fell on me in that moment and we both knew, that everything we'd been through, everything we'd endured had all been worth it for the flush that we now shared between one another. The persecution, the pusherache, the daytime we now ran from...it was all worth it just so that we could stare at one another in this glorious moment and know we were two halves of one whole, just as the Messiahs prophecized! Okay, Isidor interjecting here. I might have to take them up for a little bit of blasphemy here but hey, the prose is pretty damn good, right? Kulleo is one hell of a writer! Okay back to the story: The moment was broken by my own traitorous wince as the sun's rays began to sting the top of my horns. It was bearable on the strong keratin, but once it touched the softer chitin of my face... "I told you, we need to hurry!" Fallan insisted, grabbing me by the hand and using all of the strength left in her to drag me back towards the shelter of the blackout tree, who's leaves would keep us completely obscured until night fell once more. We ran, managing to make the top of the trunk just as daylight singed the slightly exposed skin on my ankles, though I dragged it up just in time to avoid the worst of it. My sigh of relief came for both of us, for despite Fallan's lack of cardiovascular function, I could see the comfort plain on her face now that we were safe in the treetops. Peering over the side of the tree branch we'd perched ourselves on, I could see the sunlight bleaching the bottom of the tree in stark white, while further up the trunk remained its tell-tale stygian color. "We're safe for now" I murmured, allowing myself a moment to relax as I lay myself down on the thick branch, allowing my eyes to close as exhaustion pulsed in waves over my skin. "Emphasis on the for now part. As soon as the sun comes down, they're going to come looking for you again." I heard Fallan shuffle on the branch next to me, before feeling the brush of their old, raggedy shirt against my arm. She had lay down next to me, the cold of her skin atypical for one who had once been a warmer blood than I. I still sometimes watched, fascinated, as old, coagulated teal oozed from an open wound. I often wondered, in those moments, whether or not she could still be used for paint. Did her blood regenerate? Would wounds heal? There was just so much we didn't know... "...How long can we keep doing this, Kulleo?" her hoarse, raspy voice was taught with emotion. "How much longer until the ragrippers finally catch up with us? Or...Or a threshie squad manages to make good on their threats? Or the mercenaeronauts try to collect my bounty? This was never going to work! We're not meant to..." She paused, and though tears no longer flowed from her dead eyes, I knew that her soul was crying. I think that's about enough of airing out my student's writing on here. Gotta save some for its SlayO3, right? lmaooo. Hopefully this teaches it to make sure its sending the *right* document in future. ⚇
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ouch. 8th seed, scored 18 to beat aranea. meenahs just putting the hurt on the serket name in the #cronusbabeoff. next one, this should be interesting. a lovw seed upset wversus a site obsession. vwewve got jane crocker up against aradia megido! nowv, if you could believwe it, there aint a vwhole lotta creator fandom art wvith just these tvwo together, so youre gonna hawve to accept the real #nsfvw one i found. ignore the other broad, just pretend jane got to keep her after that last wvictory. <3 or <> for aradia <3< or c3< for jane
yeah ill call that a vwrap, i kinda wvanna rush through these boring match-ups. surprise surprise, aranea beat the lady nobody knovws in the #cronusbabeoff. shocker. bye dollie, better luck next time. er, hmm. actually im feeling a lil bad for her, giwven vwho she vwent against and wvhos running the thing... wvell! aranea movwes on! next up, novw heres an interesting one. porrim maryam vws. jane crocker! this is a high seed against lovw, but i think it could be anyones game. porrim has the ravw sex appeal and charisma, but janes been established on this site for a vwhile, just look through the "adored" tab dovwn there and youll see plenty of her cleawvage. i might havwe to let this one run a wvhile if its close. wvote belowv, as usual, for wvhich babe is hottest. #suggestiwve #nsfwv? <3 or <> for porrim <3< or c3< for jane
While climbing, Jake and I were BURIED IN AN AVALANCHE! As ghosts who cannot perish due to hypothermia, we simply had to eat our way out, Very Hungry Caterpillar style. We attempted to administer the memory of some blue raspberry syrup on our neverending snowcones, but the impact was minimal. :( It was my fault. I told him a joke so hysterical he disrupted the shifting snowbanks with his raucous laughter. Still! No better way to spend two hours than munching slush with your best pal!
We sometimes amass some colorful critter sidekicks for as long as we can tempt them to follow us with beckoning pats and hot vittles. Today we're on a hike with this VERY silly turtle! He is not capable of sharing his name with us, so I took the liberty of knighting him Sir Shell Silverstein.
Jake and I don't NEED to sleep as ghosts, per se, but every time we find a particularly spiffy spot, we like to make camp and... I suppose you could call it pretending to hunker down and get some rest! On our backs by a well-made fire, staring up at the glimmering cracks in the heavens. <:B It's enough to make you d'aww. SAY. I wonder if we'll find ourselves some temporary traveling companions on this website! Nothing wrong with a crossover episode.
Kabobs!!! XB
I suppose some introductions are in order! My name is JANE CROCKER, and I am but one face in the incalculable population of the DREAMBUBBLES! I am twenty-six years young, ten years deceased. I enjoy long walks on the memory bank, and I have a particular knack for recalling desserts from my plethora of living experience hunched over a hot oven. :B My home is wherever my humble feet carry me- particularly at the side of my BEST PAL, @galootTyrranicide. We gave Sburb the old college try, but if statistics are to be believed, there is no shame in losing! Now we spend our time exploring and in the good company afforded us by the FURTHEST RING. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/056012e162c1.png OOC // GAME OVER timeline Jane. Shares a writer with @gutsyGumshoe and @gynarchsGoverness .