@gullibleColumnist — #leijonwriting
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ She wandered Eridan Week, a step and a half, a stumble and some more. Her thinkpan flares up with more and more pain. Nugthrobs were a bit of a bitch for her. Not a great feeling, you know? She stepped past other guests at the venue, many of them are familiar obviously from previous cycles, but a majority of them she has no interest in. Her eyes follow the ground up to the horizon in the sky, then she finally sees her. Stood about a foot and then some taller than Darlin is an older woman. One side of her hair is red, another side of black. She's focused on a dispute between an Englis...Read more
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ After she left her hive, the columnist took a moment to really consider this complicated journey ahead, though remembering just how important that lighter is to her; she settles with it. She takes her scuttlebuggy down to Eridan Week. It was an event hosted by Jane Crocker and Eridan Ampora, trolls who Darlin had no clue the larger importance of. All she knew them as was the alien girl and the whiney highblood. Her hand is pressed to her forehead in disappointment, looking at herself in the rearview mirror. Her mind is occupied. Too occupied. With too many people. She really does...Read more
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ RING RING RI- A palm shot out from the green thick sopor in the bowels of a recuperacoon, latched onto the edge -- whatever's under the surface pulled itself up from the depths. Within a few seconds, the head of a rustblood surfaces from the goop, the most identifiable feature is her red curls running through grey hair. running through the mid part of her damp hair. A deep breath, a deeper sigh. Her gaze followed the floor up to the alarm clock positioned next to the cocoon. She pulled herself out, her body wrapped in bandaging like a mummy. Her name is DARLIN DEARIE. Darlin...Read more