Taylor Maryam-Lalonde
@lipstickThesbian
they/them Androgynous dyke Not a woman
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Nothing new there I suppose
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Why would I even bother asking You act so frustratingly opaque and then act surprised when I stop initiating conversation
Fuck you
You are certainly one to talk
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Yes You did Good job You are so clever Your wit cuts like a knife et cetera et cetera
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Curiosity The hex gimmick piqued it and the content of your recent posts drew me in I wanted to know what the deal was But I suppose curiosity killed the cat Or at least insulted it for no reason
I wish I could see a boquet of Roses on the dashboard and not feel my hackles raise
It is not any of your faults nor really that of my mother Our relationship is just Weird I guess
This is quite the lovely time to be posting, surrounded by counterparts from many walks of life. Plus mother figures. Plus mother-sister figures. Plus brother figures who happen to be from this site of the lineage.
And me I guess
There is nothing more absolute than this. They will not take me from the path. This is how it has to be. Goodnight.
What do you mean has to be Rose Is Is this a suicide
aint no way im not followin these alt versions of my kids n their friends but i do wonder how im gonna find my versions of em amidst everyone maybe gotta text em some kinda code word irl
Hello alternate universe grandmother I hope that was as weird to hear as it was to say Regardless it is nice to meet you
its a little weird but not that much weirder than my alien granddaughter or my "pseudaughter" great to meet you too!! SO happy fr ur moms; i know my rosie n naynay r disappointed they cant conceive
Well They did in my case Perhaps the stars aligned or perhaps your Rose does not have a uterus but I have heard it dismissively referred to as "Sylph of Space Bullshit"
no thats what i meant; 1 look at ur pfp and ur CLEARLY their bio kid, thus the congratsulations but lets not make this abt them how r U doin kiddo! i hope its good
Doing well I have been very busy with work but it is a pleasant busy Set design and general project management for a theater
Right So tenebrificTermagent is dying in twenty eight days I had honestly forgot she was going so soon I am sure I will have only neutral feelings about this
What lore did I miss???!?!?
She is terminally ill In some sort of cosmic sense
Huh.
To be clear this is Rose Lalonde, tenebrificTermagent and NOT Gloomweiss, tenebrificTermagant Gloomweiss appears to have something wholly different wrong with her
28. This one is late today. I really don't have a good excuse, considering I spent all of today attempting to draw Calmasis on my phone and being so miserably frustrated with the results each and every time I would have to close the application, before falling asleep until about sixteen minutes ago.
I have spent my entire life certain that my mothers will both outlive me Your unfortunate condition has questioning that assumption It is Hard To see any version of you like this At least with the one who is Roxy's mother there is more conceptual distance between her and my mom but You Are her Just much younger I cannot honestly say that I will miss you since obviously we do not really know each other and my mom will continue to exist But ...I wish you did not have to die so soon And it will probably be very distressing when it happens
I think that I am overdue for an introduction post. About five or six months too late, sure, but who's keeping count? This is just to enlighten anyone who might see my posts and wonder "Thirty days? What ever could she mean?" My name is Rose Lalonde. One of many on this site, and one of an infinitely spanning scale of people bearing my name and face. A drop in the ocean, so to speak. I have never once believed myself to be a standout amongst my kin. All that really makes me unique, if you ask me, are the things that are a result of my timeline having a particularly strong amount of interference from Lord English and his reality-warping henchmen. When my friends and I beat our game, we entered the universe that was to be our prize, only to find an expanse of space stuffed to the brim with radiation so potent it rendered the planets we placed in it dead on arrival. Somehow, the Green Sun returned. And I do mean 'somehow'. If you want a detailed explanation as to how a construct of the game existed in our new universe, you are sitting in the same boat as us. Our Jade came up with a plan, and she flew off to enact it. She never returned. Whatever she may have done out there pulled back the influence of the Green Sun and allowed our universe to flourish. Millions of years into the future and a subsequent seven spent searching for her, we gave up the search, because I got sick. For the last several years, I've "suffered" from an illness no doctor has been able to explain. My visions tear through the crevices of my brain, separating synapse from synapse. The headaches split me in two. My body weakens, my energy depletes, and all of my pain and prophecies coalesce into a single, finite point of absolute certainty — I am going to die. There is a time, and a place. It will happen outside of my house, a mere few steps out of my front door. It will happen early into November of this year, and I will not get to know what does it. It could be a stray bullet or the implosion of the Green Sun itself putting an untimely end to our infant universe, and me along with it. Regardless of the cause, no vision I have ever had stretches beyond that moment. I want no pity for this. I've known about it for years, and I have gone through the seven stages and then some. On a lighter note... I've taken up sketching on my phone as a way to pass the time. I like to knit, I enjoy a ridiculous comedy and a gothic romance every now and then, and I wrote a novel called Complacency of the Learned, with half of a sequel tucked securely in my house for some future author with my same detached ironic je ne sais quoi to carry on my legacy with. I hope this answers any questions anyone might have over the next thirty days. Here is a fun little bonus activity: If you read all of this, reply with "Tentacle". It will confuse anyone who didn't and give me a chuckle. You wouldn't deny a dying woman a chuckle, would you?
Tentacle I struggle to imagine what could kill you by surprise Unless the vision is followed by some act of heroism it just seems Off
...oops [An image of what Used 2 be one of those "Bob" training dummies. Its head has been blown smoove off, & glowing white smoke floats off it.]
Bravo!
*Brava
In fact I would say bravissima but I am guessing from context clues that you may not have wanted that to happen