Hey, it's Amamiya. I don't know if you remember me from the first few weeks - voices in the walls? I called your wings creepy, but they were pretty cool, actually.
And I just wanted to ask you a few things about your party.
( At some point a slip of paper is pushed under Venus' door. When unfolded, she'll see a drawing of herself in black and white. But with a few differences. One her face is definitely a fair bit more anime than real life, with big wide eyes and hair trailing all the way down to the ends of her wings. The second is that she has pointy ears. She's standing on what looks a smouldering mountain littered with dismembered body parts, two great battle axes bloodstained in her hands. Her floaty dress is also splattered, but Venus looks serene regardless.
In the very corner, instead of a signature, there's a small angelic rune. )
[it's 12 hours into Operation Killed By Kidz Bop and Dave's got the weird urge to text pretty much everybody.]
[ok, so that's not actually weird for him at all.]
hey so have you noticed the food tastes different by that i mean it actually sort of has a taste or maybe its being flavor blasted every time the proclaimers walk 500 fuckin miles gives it that familiar hint of concrete and foot sweat wait hang on
anyway i thought id try seeing if i wasnt just making this up so i tried getting it to shit out the gross food we made clearly ive got nothing better to do right now than science experiments but it turns out liver and onions are never not disgusting ive been warning people about that btw really would rather make em suffer unnecessarily you know i tried making pizza too here what do you think pizzawithpizzazz.jpg i already ate it and i havent died yet
Hey! I just wanted to make sure you're okay now that I've slept a ton and ate like all the food. Sorry, I wasn't really around during that craziness. Long story, but I just wanted you to know that I'm here now if you need anything.
I HAVE SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT TO SHOW YOU!!! I'll be at your room in like a minute, okay? :)
[Once he's at her room, he refuses to tell her anything about the Very Important Thing. Instead he drags her by hand to the cafeteria where's he prepared a selection of space food for two. Or maybe more than two, he made a lot of food. There's, of course, bantha milk, but also space waffles, meilooruns, colo claw fish, deep fried nuna legs, and more. Honestly, some of it is food he's only heard of and never tried. Ezra does a little ta-dah pose, clearly proud of his spread.]
[When Terezi had first gone blind, she had been so lost.
It's not something she talks about often. When she does open up about that day, it's always in positive terms -- the new perspective that came with being blind, the discovery of Prospit, the lessons of how to use her senses differently, the newfound connection with her lusus.
She doesn't talk about before. Waking up in the forest, eyes burning. Trying to get back up to her tree hive before the predators found her. Stumbling around her respiteblock in a daze, everything once familiar now foreign to her.
Her mother's voice had come to her while she lay dreaming in a pain-filled fog, terrified and full of despair. Chirpy and bright, she'd done her best to reassure and comfort her charge, and Terezi had drunk in every word like they were water in a desert.
"Oh. Hi there."
Hearing the devil's voice is a lot like hearing her lusus all those sweeps ago, but different, too. Terezi's breath catches in her throat, and it's like the whole world stops spinning.
"It hurts me so much to see you like this."
Trolls have no concept of the devil. There is no mythic creature of ultimate evil and temptation.
"All those thoughts and words and pain, trapped inside with nowhere to go."
There's no reason for Terezi to not sit there and listen. No reason to rebuke and deny.
"I can help you let it all out. These bodies I can give are so weak. But you don't have to feel this way anymore."
It's smoke and honey. A comforting voice cutting through the pain. The feeling of stretching out across timelines and universes for closure, taking what she wanted with her own power.
"You can change. But you have to be the one to reach out."
Terezi takes the devil's hand and lets herself be.
But change is hard, even desperately wanted and welcome change, and she finds herself knocking yet again at Venus's door. It's easier to ask for help like this, even after everything that's happened -- the disastrous pale proposal, the body double shadow makeout. The burden is still there, but it's lighter now. More manageable.
She doesn't feel as much like a dumb fucking idiot, at least.]
@DABIL | backdated a bit
sorry
I shouldnt have acted that way to you, I shouldve known better
[A brief pause.]
I was just scared
but thats... not really a good excuse
text; un: aphrodite
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im hurt
"so is she," i say while stabbing harder
draws my own knife and plunges it into this conversation
"stop stabbing yourself" i whisper softly
this is long oops
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un: gallowsCalibrator | after the meeting
H3Y
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text; un: joker
And I just wanted to ask you a few things about your party.
Moreso about Akechi Goro.
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text; un: alucard
:)
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In the very corner, instead of a signature, there's a small angelic rune. )
i'm gonna die this is so cute
un: hudie; after that one post.
un: aphrodite
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un: turntechGodhead
[ok, so that's not actually weird for him at all.]
hey so
have you noticed the food tastes different
by that i mean it actually sort of has a taste
or maybe its being flavor blasted every time the proclaimers walk 500 fuckin miles
gives it that familiar hint of concrete and foot sweat
wait
hang on
[there's a several minute pause here, while Dave texts Terezi something really stupid.]
anyway
i thought id try seeing if i wasnt just making this up
so i tried getting it to shit out the gross food we made
clearly ive got nothing better to do right now than science experiments
but it turns out liver and onions are never not disgusting
ive been warning people about that btw
really would rather make em suffer unnecessarily you know
i tried making pizza too
here
what do you think
pizzawithpizzazz.jpg
i already ate it and i havent died yet
un: aphrodite
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responds a week and a half late with 12 words
text; un: slothbaby
text; un: aphrodite
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holy shit this tag length; also cw for sex discussion i guess??
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day 5 of the august event, when people really start catching on
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I'll be at your room in like a minute, okay? :)
[Once he's at her room, he refuses to tell her anything about the Very Important Thing. Instead he drags her by hand to the cafeteria where's he prepared a selection of space food for two. Or maybe more than two, he made a lot of food. There's, of course, bantha milk, but also space waffles, meilooruns, colo claw fish, deep fried nuna legs, and more. Honestly, some of it is food he's only heard of and never tried. Ezra does a little ta-dah pose, clearly proud of his spread.]
Soooo, what do you think?
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It's not something she talks about often. When she does open up about that day, it's always in positive terms -- the new perspective that came with being blind, the discovery of Prospit, the lessons of how to use her senses differently, the newfound connection with her lusus.
She doesn't talk about before. Waking up in the forest, eyes burning. Trying to get back up to her tree hive before the predators found her. Stumbling around her respiteblock in a daze, everything once familiar now foreign to her.
Her mother's voice had come to her while she lay dreaming in a pain-filled fog, terrified and full of despair. Chirpy and bright, she'd done her best to reassure and comfort her charge, and Terezi had drunk in every word like they were water in a desert.
"Oh. Hi there."
Hearing the devil's voice is a lot like hearing her lusus all those sweeps ago, but different, too. Terezi's breath catches in her throat, and it's like the whole world stops spinning.
"It hurts me so much to see you like this."
Trolls have no concept of the devil. There is no mythic creature of ultimate evil and temptation.
"All those thoughts and words and pain, trapped inside with nowhere to go."
There's no reason for Terezi to not sit there and listen. No reason to rebuke and deny.
"I can help you let it all out. These bodies I can give are so weak. But you don't have to feel this way anymore."
It's smoke and honey. A comforting voice cutting through the pain. The feeling of stretching out across timelines and universes for closure, taking what she wanted with her own power.
"You can change. But you have to be the one to reach out."
Terezi takes the devil's hand and lets herself be.
But change is hard, even desperately wanted and welcome change, and she finds herself knocking yet again at Venus's door. It's easier to ask for help like this, even after everything that's happened -- the disastrous pale proposal, the body double shadow makeout. The burden is still there, but it's lighter now. More manageable.
She doesn't feel as much like a dumb fucking idiot, at least.]
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