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Drowning lifeSometimes I feel like I'm literally drowning.Drowning life by *TheHomeStucker
When I breathe I'm drowing.
When night comes and the day is down.
Imaginary water fills my eyes, ears and nose, choking me, making my throat bleed and crack like glass.
Nothing makes sense and everything is blurry, unfocused and unreal.
I don't feel a thing, no cold, no warmth, no icey line, just the constant static in my ears; the beginning of another migrane, the stress ache at the front of my forehead and somewhere I can't pinpoint between.
My eyes dry like dust, irritated eyelids, flashes of pain and images of white, the reflection of my hands on the computer screen, the bedside lamp in the corner of my eye, flooding the room with artificial light.
It burns my retnas like something demonic should.
Inside I wish for nothing but sleep.
But theres nothing but betrayal and this same numb feeling, the addiction, the unwillingness to simply 'log off'.
I close my eyes and wish time would stop.
Doomed TimeStarlight eyes, pupil-less balls of fire and energy, reflect lucid, forest green and empress pink moons, orbiting his home planet and hovering in the sky like two twin doves, the sentiment could not be more ironic to the bipolar troll as he silently observed the permanent night that was his 'day', it wasn't safe to do so, but nevertheless this prophet had nothing to fear. As he watched his face solemn, drawn into a deep self-loathing subconsciousness that didn't fall as far, above him the stars exploded and glimmered, so innocently in their existence yet go closer and they are fearful. Although this trolls only word is; “Meh,” to that thought, had he thought it, right then and there. But he didn't.Doomed Time by *TheHomeStucker
Sollux, so many different ways of saying it as his friends all has their own oddities, Karkat would screech and shout, Aradia would be sassy about it, maybe the Gemini wore off on others more than he thought, although he got the idea no one would miss him much, nobody ever listen
RoleplayersRoleplayers who try to put your character down.Roleplayers by *TheHomeStucker
Roleplayers who break the ONE rule and out rightly say how people perceive that character when your supposed to create that image.
Roleplayers that god mod.
Roleplayers that demand you reply or do a certain thing by a certain time.
Roleplayers that deliberately cause drama and can never adapt the roleplay to do anything but.
Roleplayers that think it's okay to do something in the roleplay that isn't, without your permission and aren't even sorry for it.
Roleplayers who troll you.
Roleplayers who are overly sadistic and say things they really ought to keep in their head.
Roleplayers who practically dominate the roleplay and control your every action not really letting you DO anything.
Roleplayers…
why are you all nuts?
The Red dread: Shadows Chapter 2Terezi looks up at me, a gleam to her red shades, although I know she can't see me, she's still one of the best I have on my team, Sollux is deep in conversation with Aradia and Tavros is watching me too, looking like he might go join Gamzee by the bar, like any other group of friends there's history, some of it worse than others, we're all from different backgrounds and corners of the city and everywhere in the city has it's own subculture. Feferi, Eridan, Gamzee, Vriska and Equius are from the richer side of the city, the north side, Terezi, Nepeta, Kanaya, Sollux, Aradia, Tavros and me are all from the south side, not exactly the poorer side but the side that sees more conflict. So obviously we have our differences, the creation of this team has not been without fault or issue, a lot of us at first didn't get a long with each other, especially Eridan and Sollux.The Red dread: Shadows Chapter 2 by *TheHomeStucker
The other side of our group that is like any other is the romantic side, Aradia and Equius have this weird little th
The red dread: shadows Chapter 1Hey, my names Karkat Vantas and ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper I've been forced to live a life lower than what I wanted. All my life I've felt like I was meant for something BIG, to be in charge of something important.The red dread: shadows Chapter 1 by *TheHomeStucker
However, now I'm twenty six, living alone in a two bedroom apartment with a job I don't enjoy and the shadow of my brother constantly looming over me. This isn't what I expected from myself.
I hate myself just about as much as I hate my brother and his prissy way of doing things, not to mention the mouth he has on him. He doesn't really live with me, more that... he checks up on me, to make sure I haven't quit my job yet and done something stupid. Which I will.... at some point.
The people I have in my life are a clusterfuck of weirdos, but weirdos are ignored and overlooked, they may attract attention but they're useful and I can't honestly say that I dislike any of them too badly.
My brother, Kankri's his name, is the mayor, or prime minister of this city
MelodyTwinkle Twinkle little star, you don’t know where you are, hush my dear you mustn't cry, while I am right by your side.Melody by *TheHomeStucker
(changes to slower, higher pitch/tone)
You'll be alright, your safe here, no more darkness, no more fear.
With my arms warm embrace you can now longer face, the space that made you cave and cry, hush now, your by my side. (level)
By my side... (pitch raises.)
(faster)
Tiny little hands, so small, yet so grand, inside you I feel a spark, a life, a love, a tiny heart, beating so erratically, all for love, all for me, hush now. (higher on the last two words)
Your here now. (same pitch)
Your by my side. (lower pitched)
FriendsFriends that don't care about any but their own issues,Friends by *TheHomeStucker
Friends that have issues and whine about them all the bloody time,
Friends who can't see their own problems when they are staring them right in the FUCKING FACE!!
Friends who cut you off as soon as you explain to them why the bullshit they're saying is bullshit,
Friends that don't apricate their friends,
Friends that vent and dump all their emotional baggage on you,
Friends that you just want to say "Thats enough!" to,
Friends that seem to take your advice on board but never do,
These aren't real friends.
Normal boring nightsThe starry night sky dimpled with blinking white and silver lights peered in from across the room, as if framed by the windowpane. The troll within the room, his 'hive', the main living block in his hivestem, because no he couldn't be normal and have a singular hive like anybody else, sat at his computer desk; coding. But this troll was an exception, this troll was special, hence why everything for him was different.Normal boring nights by *TheHomeStucker
Twin eyes glowed in the perpetual darkness, shadows clung to his clothes like minions, orbs dimly lit with sparkling red and blue flame, their surfaces reflecting whatever inanimate object caught the light in his room. Purple throwing stars, glinting moonlit tips revealing how deadly sharp they are, how easily one could cut through a creatures flesh, on Alternia they often came in handy, besides it wasn't safe to step outside without a weapon.
(Although the only time a troll would step foot outside would be at night, since most can't stand the blinding rays from the harsh
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