Posts by succ
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I WANT YOU FOR THE WORLD - I WANT YOU ALL THE TIME
PINEAPPLES ARE IN MY HEAD - GOT NOBODY 'CAUSE I'M BRAINDEAD
I TRY TO KEEP MY COOL BUT - MY LIFE TURNS IN SLOW MOTION
SHE'S DRUNK ON OLD CARTOONS - LIQUID TV AFTERNOONS
I'M GONNA SLEEP 'CAUSE YOU LIVE IN MY DAY DREAMS
BABY, I'M OVER YOU - NOW YOU'RE SOMEONE I NEVER KNEW
YOU'RE GONE BUT YOU'RE ON MY MIND - I'M LOST BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY
WHY CAN'T WE LAUGH NOW LIKE WE DID THEN? - HOW COME I SEE YOU AND ACHE INSTEAD?
PUMP YOUR VEINS - WITH GUSHING GOLD
MIND MY WICKED WORDS AND TIPSY TOPSY SLURS
BURN THROUGH MY LOVE - JUST LIKE YOUR DRUGS
I'M A MAN OF MANY TRICKS AND TOOLS AND JOY - WITH A BATTERY OF GUILT ON WHICH TO POISE
I'M A MAN, I'M A TWISTED FOOL - MY HANDS ARE TWISTED, TOO
ALL THIS TIME I SAID I'VE BEEN FED UP - 'CAUSE EVERYBODY TELLS ME TO SHUT UP
I KIND OF LIKE IT WHEN I MAKE YOU CRY - 'CAUSE I'M TWISTED UP, I'M TWISTED UP INSIDE
WELL, I'M SORRY, MR. GULLIBLE - BUT LYING'S ALL I'VE LEARNED
SHE'S THE TEAR IN MY HEART, SHE'S A CARVER - SHE'S A BUTCHER WITH A SMILE, CUT ME FARTHER
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hey! your art style is hellaciously amazing, i love it so much!
whenever you get the time, of course, feel free to doot this unwarranted trash boy out:
___> nepeta
_◾ name; krinos thirio
_◾ description; here is my reference stash for him. you can draw him with the bandage or without (gestures to the last picture, sourcing corv0id), i don't mind either way. plus, he does wear baggy, khaki cargo shorts rather than pants (gestures to the third image).
_◾ expression; something along the lines of snarky, agitated, cocky, or exasperated.
_◾ is this character yours?; yes! i made him with my own tears, sweat, and blood.
_◾ if not, where did it come from?; well, he is a character i created for a particular fandom: homestuck. if you haven't heard of it already, it's just this complex but amazing web comic with roughly eight-thousand pages. i'd say you should check it out, albeit it does have a tendency to suck people in. :33
_◾ anything else?; if you need anything aside from the images and what bit i provided, just say so. though, i'm not all that picky on detail and such.
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I knew when you mentioned that the character was from the homestuck fandom, I knew he was going to be so much fun to draw - which he was. They're such quirky characters with weird features, plus I love drawing horns lol. The tape isn't colored on the drawing, and I made his eyes orange? because I saw that others were doing it lol. Also, the red didn't come out as well as I would've liked on the shirt so sorry
jesus chemist, it looks amazing!!! plus, i had forgotten to include the colour i preferred the scelera to be, but you hit it right on the head, heck. thank you so much! (definitely adding this to the reference list, of course - i love itttt.)
(p.s: homestuck is amazing and has ten thousand and twenty something pages. don't ask me how i remembered this)
(frrrrick, hussie sucked my soul out of me and squeezed it into a jar back in mid to late 2014. ??)
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i crave sleep 
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hey! welcome back to the forums!
i see you like scott pilgrim; heck, i've been meaning to purchase some of the comics to read through. i've only seen the movie and played the video game thus far (i'm still upset over the game being removed from the XBOX 360).
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|| hopping in here! fair warning, though: my activity may be a little spotty, so i hope you don't mind too much!
Oliver entered through the front door, once one of the friends that had accompanied him here, Jennifer, had shoved her way through, excitedly joining the bustle of the event. Terrance followed suit, as Dylan sat back to speak with Oliver.
"Excited?" he grinned, surveying the attendees as he closed the entry-way behind him. "Not really," he breathed, doing the same as him, scrutinizing each member mindlessly to occupy his sight. "C'mon, chip' up. You look like we're stopping by a mass murder's place," he jested, jabbing an elbow to Oliver's shoulder as he seeked out the refreshments' table. "Why don't me and you snag a drink? Bet it'll lighten you up." He shook his head in response, uninterested in meddling with the alcohol. What anxiety he had was steadily amplifying and the thought of drinking only worsened it, thinking on the possibility of acting on something highly regrettable only to face the consequences upon sobering up. Not to mention the inevitable hangover, knowing his track record with drinking; Once he begins, there's no stopping him until he's unconscious. Yes, it does sheath his discomfort with the crowd, but it goes for a high risk, considering the aforementioned thoughts.
"Well, suit yourself, I'm going to load myself up with some Jack Daniel's," Dylan shrugged, then hurried off through the rubbish that had accumulated on the floor, aiming toward the lined bottles of alcohol. Oliver, now left to himself, glanced around, perplexed on what to do. Leaving was an option, but he would need to hitch a ride from a cab, being Jennifer had the car keys, and that just seemed like it would draw too much notice to him. He'd prefer being left to himself at home rather than here, but, with his passive nature, he just couldn't turn down Terrance's plea to follow along with them. Yeah, he regretted it now, albeit, at least the three were satisfied.
After a moment of practically gawking at the nearest wall, pondering on what to do aside from stand idly, he ambled off in the direction of the kitchen, promptly shoving his hands into his jean pockets. Eating away his anxieties seemed enticing, and maybe it would assist in warding off any guests that tried to conversate with him. Thus, he continued on, moving toward the fridge.. Although, before he could near any further, another supposed attendee reached the refrigerator fore he could and swiftly swung the door open. The force and sudden timing of it left him dropped on his bottom on the tile, a startled sound leaving him. He took a bit to collect himself, then proceeded on to a hasty reply, still stationed on the floor: "No, no! It's okay!" he exclaimed, "It was my fault, not yours. I was the one lost out in space somewhere, heh."
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|| thanks, yo.
Oliver propped himself on his elbows, looking up to the other from over the open door. The brief silence that was held between them spiked his anxiety slightly, and he considered standing and making an awkward leave.
A palm pressed to his forehead in reaction to the newfound soreness, and he relinquished a soft, yet breathy, sigh. The "negative-thought-hemisphere" of his brain began to spin it's gears, and he worried on things such as, Did I ruin his night?, Is he going to try and bark at me for this?, Did anyone notice? Luckily, he knew how to identify his irrational thought processes, and quickly shooed the worries away. ..His thoughts were soon halted by Nico's return, thankfully.
"No, it's fine. It's not like you hit me intentionally. Don't worry about it." He took note of the gesture, and it stirred curious thoughts at the very back of his mind.
Fore he could muster a response to his offer, he was given the ice pack and such, which he nodded in thanks to. Oliver then dragged himself to his feet, pressing the towel and ice to where his hand rested previously on his forehead. "Thanks," he murmured, drawing up a partial smile as some way to show his genuine gratitude.
"So, crazy party, huh?" he blurted, utilizing the stereotypical question as a filler for the moment, as he still stood behind the open fridge.
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Oliver darted his optics over to the archway leading from the kitchen, surveying the spotted crowd aimlessly as he listened to Nico. He nearly lost grip of the icepack when the ruckus found it's way reverberating in the room. It evidently startled him, being the noticeable jolt his body gave. His stance soon lost tension and he pressed the baggie to his head a bit harder, in the case that another noise would come through. Considering how Nico was speaking on the party, he told himself that it may show to be a frequent thing, so it's best he keep himself prepared. The fridge door closing striked another flinch from him, being he had been nervously anticipating some other sound to appear. He straightened his posture from what it was, quickly gathering himself and turning to face apparent host - rather, semi host. He was now able to get a better look at his figure and countenance, and he didn't look too bad himself. He even had a friendly aura of some sort orbiting his appearance, even if a bit of negativity was showing through - that being the dissatisfaction with the party.
"I'd rather be in my room right now," he grumbled, partially remarking it to just himself. "My gaming buddies dragged me with them, saying I don't get out of the house enough. There's one of them right there," he mentioned, turning back toward the aperture to point his index in the direction of Jennifer, who was speaking to some unfamiliar brunette. "She's the loud one that usually calls the shots with my other friend, Terrance. I have no idea where he's at, but he's probably at the table with booze, probably hitting on some chick," he continued, following it with a soft titter. "They're great and all, but they know partying isn't my forté." He shifted, resuming focus on Nico. "So, I guess we're both here sort'a against our will, huh?" he partly joked, cracking another partial smile.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm Oliver," he replied, adding, "Does Thomas do this often..?", wondering aloud.
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hey, so, yeah, noting the date it says i joined, i'm familiar with the site. i've been off and on over the years, but, this time, i'm planning to get on more frequently than usual. pretty much, i created this post to see if i could try and find some friends or at least some people to conversate with; i'm not really asking for a role play buddy, because my activity is still going to be pretty spotty which probably isn't best for role playing with someone, but if you think you can tolerate it, feel free to hit me up, yo.
i'm into a plethora of things, and, considering the title of this post, it's probably obvious what one of them is. aside from homestuck, i'm into..
> camp camp
> off
> undertale
> overwatch (somewhat - still need to snag the game)
> old gaming systems and the like (i still have an N64, gameboy, and SNES, yell heah)
> memes
> scott pilgrim vs. the world
> literature and art
> forensic pathology
> codes
> furries
> warrior cats (still need to finish the series, about 50% complete)
> rick and morty
> watamote
in the case you do decide to role play with me, i typically do homestuck and realistic/human role plays, but i wouldn't mind dipping into something else.
i'd consider myself semi advanced, and the max i usually type is two to three paragraphs.
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|| aa, no worries, yo.
"Really?" Oliver queried, not all too stunned - only a bit surprised. "Well, I guess you probably have, since they're usually bouncing around coffee shops and arcades, sometimes pulling me with them," he shrugged, countering the tone of his previous speech.
The jest roused a bit of pity for the other, and he briefly peered down at the cup that was shifted. He decided to idly kick it back toward Nico, mustering up a response. "Yeah, that's gotta suck. But, hey, maybe I could stick around and help? You seem like a nice guy.. even though I only just met you a few minutes ago through a door to the face," he proposed, and followed the final statement with a small chuckle. Oliver couldn't turn down casting out his assistance to people, even if he was utterly against going through with it. This guy seemed pretty cool, anyway, They've only known each other for roughly five minutes, and they've already found something in common - a mutual discontent for the hullabaloo going on.
"Every weekend? That sounds like total torture. If I were in your shoes, I'd be saving up for a motel room or I'd try and move in with friends. No way am I putting myself through a party every weekend," he remarked with a near unnoticeable scowl. "Oh, uh, I don't really keep up-to-date with partying spots. I'm sure Jenn' does, though."
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"I can call a cab. I have some cash on me, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I stayed behind.. They wanted me to get out more, anyway," he somewhat insisted, gesturing to Jennifer with the initial they, wordlessly referencing the ones that accompanied him. "It's the least I can do for someone who didn't just walk out after nearly knocking me out," he sniggered.
His mind had curved around the consideration of how long the party could last and what he would occupy himself with in the time frame, but it would be sure to catch up with him eventually. As of now, he was more so focused on helping this poor kid out; Nico wasn't the one that formulated the party, thus he shouldn't be the one to tidy up afterward - not alone, at the least. His brother seemed like a rambunctious deadbeat, and, if that deduction was truly correct, then it was undeniable that he wouldn't be providing any sort of assistance. ..Another jerk was brought on by the sudden heightening of the crowd's noise, although, this one was much less apparent than the previous two, and he was able to recover from it near immediately.
"Oh, that's good. You can finally live in peace once he's gone." He adjusted the ice pack on his head, rubbing it against the slight soreness. Oliver then perked up at the offer, glad to have a new escape option introduced to him. He wasn't feeling all too comfortable about the mass of attendees, even if he was stationed in a room adjacent rather than the same one. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks," he breathed, his tone sopping with the newfound relief. He then awaited Nico's leave, ready to follow along and be free of the rowdy clutter and anxiety caused by it.
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|| oh my god, thank you so much! i really appreciate the compliment; i haven't role played in a while, so my confidence in it has sort'a drooped, but that really gave me a boost!
and, well, sort of. homestuck did really help because hussie does use some SICK vocabulary when writing dialogue. i've been interested in role play n' stuff since about '09, so the experience has pretty much eased me up the tiers of what's considered "good vocabulary and proper length". ..eeeven though i've had a shit ton of hiatuses in between.
plus! your grammar is really good too, and i am really appreciative of how you keep up with the lengths of my replies! your writing style is great, and i really enjoy reading your replies! got me on the edge of my seat wantin' more like robin thicke with cyrus' hip moves, yo. excluding the probable regret he had afterward.
(by the way, i apologize for my delayed message - i totally got caught up in other websites and nearly forgot, heck.)
"Don't worry, I've dealt with pissy hangovers before. I mean, not really often, but often enough to know what it's like and how to push myself out of the way without some sort'a backlash," he said, intending his statement to be a light rebuttal to the mention. "I'll just keep out of his way and let him do his own thing." ..Which will probably be sit on his ass and watch, bucket of popcorn in his hand. Pff.
"Yeah, of course. I wouldn't want to keep walking through the people in there, especially with how crazy it's getting." His eyebrows furrowed, it inconspicuously displayed, as the clear thought of passing through the busy lot seeped into his mind. The tightening sensation in his stomach, the self-consciousness and panic, the load of sweat.. Ugh. He filtered the "nightmarish" imagery from his thoughts, instead choosing to clear them in order to focus his sights on the environment. He then moved to snag a bag of chips, rather than a bowl, to assure their stock was hefty enough to keep them satisfied throughout the remainder of the party.
Oliver keenly sped behind him, nearly tripping over himself when he halted to rummage through the cooler, taking what two cans he had shoveled out at random. He resumed his path near on Nico's heels, toting his loot up along with him. His nose scrunched slightly at the sight nearing and just at the very top of the staircase, what noises drew from it most disconcerting him. He was sure to avert his eyes as best he could; He's been opposed seeing and hearing anything on romance and all related, being how envious he was toward others. He has never really had the best of luck with finding and maintaining good relationships, so viewing all of this striked him slightly.. but that wasn't exactly his main concern at the moment. He was more so focused on getting the jizz on out of here and into the "safe house" - such was what he regarded Nico's room as at the moment.
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|| i've taken so many hiatuses from this site, hoh man. at one point, i left this account for a year and a half, and i've only bumped up my activity recently. this is actually the first role play i've stuck to thus far.
and yeah, no problem, dude!! your writing is really good, and you honestly don't repeat stuff as often as you probably think you do. i think the same way about myself, tbh, thinking i repeat the same word over and over when there's obviously a hellaciously huge synonymous-word-count for it.
i probably started getting into story-writing in about '12, but every story i can remember (that's not some nsfw ship story) was abandoned n' left unfinished. i typically start off with some plot i think is really heckin' good, but type one paragraph and move on to something else. writing and reading in general (whether it be reading homestuck or from my collection of stephen king and erin hunter books) have seriously helped in boosting up my word count, vocabulary, n' stuff alike. but, ye, when it comes to homestuck muses, i actually stray away from role playing the wordiest ones of the bunch (excluding dave - i spent so much time working on him and i still need to fix him up a lot more ; w ;), keeping to damara, tavros, and roxy. i've tried my hand at terezi, kankri, rufioh, and jake before though.
oh jeez, i was a total suck-ass in school, always trying to write way more pages than what was required. i think only one of my works were taken to use for other classes' reference??? but, heck, yes, i could totally relate to that feeling of both fear n' flattery. oh! and! that's another thing that boosted my role playing shizz - striving to write waaay more than what was needed. i dropped out of school after freshman year though, just after i turned sixteen, and i shoved myself through ged classes and into college - so, with how much damn writing some of my sessions call for, i've totally given up on striving toward writing way past what's asked for. now i'm in the mindset of "oh gosh i need to AT LEAST make it to the word count that's least required" rather than "I'M GONNA WRITE SIX PAGES WHEN THEY ONLY ASKED FOR TWO!!!!!". i really need to work on getting myself back into the previous mindset, though. pbbft.
and sorry if my role play reply comes out kind'a wonky - i woke up not that long ago, heh.
As Oliver waded through the crowd, he unintentionally bumped against the side of another party-goer, rousing an angrily dismissive gesture from them. He offered a half-ass nod fore carrying on, sure not to lose sight of Nico, being he posed as the key to the sanctuary that was just ahead. ..It's close distance was proven when he nearly slammed against the other whom had halted in front of the door; Albeit, he was able to skid to a stop before he did, and he kept in place as if he was an obedient pooch. Once the door opened and he was allowed to step in, luggage and all, the drastic difference between the environment of his room and the rest of the house was surprising; It almost felt as if this was an alternate plane of existence, the doorway acting as the portal.. Pft.
"Thanks," he replied, placing the cans of soda and bag of chips on the surface of his dresser, alongside Nico's own foodstuffs. He moved to seat himself on the very edge of the bed, and went to survey all of this new space.
"Ah, no, it's okay. It looks pretty clean to me, actually. Way cleaner than the pig sty out there," he jested, though evidently telling some truth, gesturing toward the closed bedroom door almost unnoticeably; No gesture was really needed though, psht.
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|| dude, i am SO SORRY i didn't leave you a notice sooner, but i'm going to be inactive for a while. there's some domestic issues here on my end, and i'm not sure how long it'll take for them to simmer down. though, once it does, i'll be hopping back on here to respond.
