Rose L.
@twistingTheorist
"Alas to leave. For this all has been a great leaving. Of sorts. Hasn't it?" She/Her. DMs open for counseling and gossip.
Every time somebody comments about how many Lalondes there are, another forms from within the unfathomable abyss we all come from. At the present rate, I expect a 95% Lalonde Saturation rate by the time Halloween arrives.
sounds l1ke a total dream, doll! you roses are always dope to k1ck 1t w1th...
There we go. Never again will I receive any allegations of not standing out. Or the dreaded "bunchofnumbers" insult. Which none of you thought to make use of, admittedly. Feel free to travel back in time and employ that one.
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.
I suppose you qualify as a member of the extended family, don't you.
Truly, the great expanse that is the Lalonde family name holds multitudes. A dynasty unmatched.
And yet splitting hairs is so fun. Well, not this time. We don't need to prod the pony that is ectobiology.
Really, what is there to add to this. The site is perfected.
(( Earthsea Borealis and Afraid Of The Darko. your icon and your banner. i remember all of homestuck dot bandcamp dot com
(( i am the rainbolt of homestuck music dont even fuck with me man ill rip your nuts off this shit aint nothing to me man
Well, you lot have been more than adequately entertaining. It's like I didn't drop off the face of the internet for six months.
Poe proves to be a reliable source of contemplation this evening.
Yes, it was mentioned.
Per my diligent research methods, which involve idly refreshing this dashboard every minute or so, I have pieced together that the primary trend of the moment is anonymous questioning. I think you all could do well with the intimacy and mental stimulation of direct questioning. To look somebody in the eye as they ask you probing and borderline boundary-crossing inquiries.
I didn't forget about you all. Don't think that for even a moment. There was simply little for me to say. Or do, for that matter. There still isn't. But purpose has but one force that will always surpass it. Boredom, my digital acquaintances. I'm bored as shit.
I can make some educated assumptions as to what "vices" you could mean. Regardless. We'll see. My last stint here was rather... eventful. Maybe this time the it can happen at slightly less consistent a rate.
It is rather obvious, and I would love to offer some but I'm quite sure you're opposed as most are, but who knows plenty of people fold under pressure. Well I wish you the absolute best!
Pressure tends to be a intensifier. Me, though. I don't fold. This makes me remarkably poor at certain card games.
Sometimes you just need to learn to go with the flow, but I won't pressure. I'm a bit more put together than those other tricksters. :)
You're speaking in full, coherent sentences. So clearly. Still, there are giveaways. I'll mark you down as more or less harmless.
Well I'm hardly harmless, but I don't intend on forcing things for people without reason, I'm just more chipper I suppose happier than the rest!
If I attempted to match the enthusiasm I am certain I would be nursing a migraine before long.
It's been some time, hasn't it?
I suppose I should work out what to do with this singular remain of him I have. The Cue Ball. One-time use, though. That complicates things.
You offer to lend an ear to a man one time and he proceeds to die and take out an entire planet with him.
Some horseshit, Jinx. Unfortunately, it was not ours to harness.
There's one conclusion one could reach with that information. But we will have to wait and see. Either way, I think that my Plus One is no longer valid.
talk with more respect for him. HE AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING DEAD.
I'm almost certain that it is. I just won't be coming. Some other Seer will have to take my place.
Day two of the festivities should be beginning rather soon. I'll be doing my best to arrive in a more hastened manner than I did yesterday. My suit is already prepared. I think it looks rather sharp.
The first night of festivities has concluded, and I have emerged from it with knowledge, a thermos of rare near-extinct Beforan tea, and a cue ball. There are many terms for victory that have been used over the years, but in this moment, I will use a modern, clearly understandable one. I, my dear followers and strangers, am #winning.
Hypothetically. What would you all suggest a shut-in, socially stunted lady of dubious interests to wear to a function ran by a cohort of criminals?
What are the chances of that? We have such vastly different sensibilities, after all.
DIRECT EXAMINATION EXPERT TESTIMONY! well as an outgoing, socially thriving nonbinary of specific interests, whenever i attend functions ran by cohorts of criminals i prefer bespoke tailored suits. i'm half mafia boss on my lusus' side, though, so your mileage may vary
Green may not be my color, I'm afraid. Jade can manage it, certainly, but for me it's a struggle.
This is very, very tempting. Getting something tailored on short notice may be trouble however. My usual contact is swamped.
Slit dress. If it exposes the collarbones then maybe a pearl drop chain or necklace, especially if it's a darker color. A shawl or capelet if you want something more conservative. Maybe a flower broach or corsage to show your favorite color to give it a splash of individuality.
RE: USUAL CONTACT! i've been working with @amaranthineThread lately. fantastic quality work
Thank you all for your input. You've been a great help. I will prepare three outfits; a suit, a short skirt and trenchcoat combo, and a slit dress. With all of these, I am sure to stun, earn the favor of dangerous and abhorrent men, and not embarrass my deeply talented other self in attendance.
Now, wait. Let's just hear her out. #dashwatching
I must ask you all to forgive me for my perceived absence. I haven't been gone, in truth. Just much more invested in reading what you all have to say instead of making my own declarations. I make no promises that will change.
They say you should always strive to best yourself. You all make that a challenge worth pursuing.
In the quiet hours, I see to The posts of the dash; sorting through These quips and thirsts, thoughts taboo The lonely poster's retinue Until I decide to reject the new; And embrace the old (fre sha vaca do) #poetry
Rejoice, followers and strangers. For it is the one day in our solar cycle that you are able to see the waveforms that make up my observable self. Treasure this. Come tomorrow, I will become incorporeal once more.