A Surge vessel.
Brought to you by an anonymous user who'll be going by just "Electron" here.
Caused by givemeyouremeralds.bsky.social.
Will presumably be a text only blog, but that may change if I find images I like.
[ She sits out.. somewhere, gazing up at what's presumably nothing. ]
" You gotta wonder. Fuck happens if you actually get to.. like.. go 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦?
How long's it been?
Is anyone gonna remember you, or.. "
[ . . .
She shakes her head. ]
" Nevermind.
Bummer of a question. "
[ She sits out.. somewhere, gazing up at what's presumably nothing. ]
" You gotta wonder. Fuck happens if you actually get to.. like.. go 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦?
How long's it been?
Is anyone gonna remember you, or.. "
[ . . .
She shakes her head. ]
" Nevermind.
Bummer of a question. "
Not complaining about them being distracted, but it's, uh..
Weird. "
Not complaining about them being distracted, but it's, uh..
Weird. "
[ She takes a deep breath, gripping her crossed arms tighter. Her foot taps rapidly, evidently restless, and she huffs. ]
" Back down, freak. Back the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 down, alright?? "
[ There is. Immediately a shake to her voice. Every last ounce of confidence is about as flimsy as paper. ]
[ She takes a deep breath, gripping her crossed arms tighter. Her foot taps rapidly, evidently restless, and she huffs. ]
" Back down, freak. Back the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 down, alright?? "
[ There is. Immediately a shake to her voice. Every last ounce of confidence is about as flimsy as paper. ]
Still blows fuckin' chunks. "
[ She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. ]
“Still. Not great.”
[ . . .
Blink. Blink. ]
" Fan-fucking-tastic. Okay. So that psycho-looking freak is COMMON, apparently. AWESOME. "
[ She sighs, pinching the bridge of her snout. ]
Still blows fuckin' chunks. "
[ She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. ]
A tug at loose bandages around his arm, curses muttered underneath his breath. For once, he finds himself selfishly wishing it was Amy that took his place in this round.
She isn’t here though. He is.
A sound gets his attention, gripping on tight to the handle of a shared hammer.
“No.”
A tug at loose bandages around his arm, curses muttered underneath his breath. For once, he finds himself selfishly wishing it was Amy that took his place in this round.
She isn’t here though. He is.
A sound gets his attention, gripping on tight to the handle of a shared hammer.
“No.”
Great.
Okay.
Cool. "
[ The way she's holding her head like she's on the brink of a headache, paired with her strained smile, implies this is neither Great, Okay, nor Cool. ]
Great.
Okay.
Cool. "
[ The way she's holding her head like she's on the brink of a headache, paired with her strained smile, implies this is neither Great, Okay, nor Cool. ]
[ She clears her throat, glancing off and rubbing the back of her head. ]
" ..It. Feels like I'm intruding on something every time I look at those two. "
[ She clears her throat, glancing off and rubbing the back of her head. ]
" ..It. Feels like I'm intruding on something every time I look at those two. "
don't mind the new.. tag of sorts but anyway uhh.
cherry :) yeah no he's really fun i dunno
that and also just. roxy being a prick in general is very cathartic to write
What was your favourite part of RPing today?
don't mind the new.. tag of sorts but anyway uhh.
cherry :) yeah no he's really fun i dunno
that and also just. roxy being a prick in general is very cathartic to write
Eventually.
Maybe. "
“Yeah, uh, easier said than done.”
Eventually.
Maybe. "
But-
Yeah.
Good.. good job? Good job. "
[ Another little thumbs up. Her awkward smile seems to cry that she's approximately 0/4ths sure that's the right way to say it. ]
"Most terrifying shit I have ever done. Never let me do that again."
But-
Yeah.
Good.. good job? Good job. "
[ Another little thumbs up. Her awkward smile seems to cry that she's approximately 0/4ths sure that's the right way to say it. ]
Don't get cocky. "
[ She rolls her eyes, before looking off to mumble to herself. ]
" (Aaand.. Cherry. Noted.) "
Don't get cocky. "
[ She rolls her eyes, before looking off to mumble to herself. ]
" (Aaand.. Cherry. Noted.) "
Yeah.
Yeah, that shit seems 𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭. "
[ ...
Snnrk. ]
" Hey, if you DO wind up hitting one of him, give 'em my regards. "
"SOME OF THESE GUYS MAKE ME WANT TO CHEW GLASS."
[ She blinks, trailing off awkwardly before shrugging. ]
" You go, you. "
Yeah.
Yeah, that shit seems 𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭. "
[ ...
Snnrk. ]
" Hey, if you DO wind up hitting one of him, give 'em my regards. "
[ She waggles her hand. ]
" Y'know.
It's just.. surprising. You wouldn't think they're even able to.. care.
..They don't 𝘢𝘤𝘵 like they are, anyway. "
[ She waggles her hand. ]
" Y'know.
It's just.. surprising. You wouldn't think they're even able to.. care.
..They don't 𝘢𝘤𝘵 like they are, anyway. "
First time I've ever agreed with one of 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "
First time I've ever agreed with one of 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "
[ She makes a 'get a load of this guy' motion with her thumb in their general direction. ]
F U C K O F F ,
F A T H E R L E S S F U C K。
⠀
[ She makes a 'get a load of this guy' motion with her thumb in their general direction. ]
[ This is entirely stonefaced. ]
If it's any consolation, that shit usually doesn't end as well as you think it does, so..
If we're lucky, they'll still wind up killing each other. "
[ This is entirely stonefaced. ]
If it's any consolation, that shit usually doesn't end as well as you think it does, so..
If we're lucky, they'll still wind up killing each other. "
If it's any consolation, that shit usually doesn't end as well as you think it does, so..
If we're lucky, they'll still wind up killing each other. "
[ She rolls her eyes. ]
Have faith.
Well, I tried.
It’s on you.
[ She rolls her eyes. ]
My fucking spleen
..Wish there was actually something to bet 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
. . .
..that's worth it, anyway. "
..Wish there was actually something to bet 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
. . .
..that's worth it, anyway. "
Who’s the writer you most appreciate on this site and why?
' 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙.
..𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴. '
She sighs, shaking her head slightly.
' 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙.
..𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴. '
She sighs, shaking her head slightly.