#wwickedspirits m

[orangeccreamsicles]

∯ ∯ a positive and a negative thought? doesn't have to be about the same person.

I really did miss you. I'm glad you're here. It's not the same as it was, but I think I'm okay with that. I still really like you.

How do I get you to leave me alone? How do I get myself to stop crawling back to you? You're really frustrating.

#Ic #ask #anon #(( #wwickedspirits m #cronus #))

[halware-exe]

One thing I can't dispute is that the guy's funny.

#ic #The one thing Dirk and I agree on. #For vastly different reasons. #wwickedspirits m

[posthelms]

wwickedspirits replied to your post : n0 0ne talk tw0 me f0r the next few h0urs

wwhy

because 1ll spew the last few secrets 1 have

#wwickedspirits #m!a: tried and true

[cherryppopsicles]

I'm gonna' light myself on fire.

#fuckingshutup m #I'm the baka. #It's me. #wwickedspirits

[p1x1est1x]

wwickedspirits replied to your post “DOes anyOne want exactly 30 cat statuettes. 1 have nOth1ng tO dO and...”

yeah

Actually?  Huh, 1 mean sure, 1 need tO get these Out Of the hOuse.

#wwickedspirits #S1nce Xanthe 1s peddl1ng my ware tO h1s fr1ends 1'll see 1f 1'm d1v1d1ng the lOt #But send me yOur cOOrd1nates and 1'll start pack1ng them.

[cherrychumps]

I can’t keep projecting these vwolatile emotions on people. Evwen him.

#I’m feeling strangely apologetic this evwening. #wwickedspirits m

[reticentwreck]

@wwickedspirits liked your post “man just lookin’ at that url made me tired  m’ online a wwhile”

howw havve youbeen anywway

#wwickedspirits #reply/ #ic

[dr4gonsn4p-blog]

@0menicide @cyberneticlagomorph @wwickedspirits @a8rasive @wworries @virxdian @veopets @8i8le @bulgerot @kiilohaem @iragin @rabbitemojis @drunkxnectobiology @dcstrider

1t 4ctu4lly l3t m3 t4g 4ll of you 1′m sup3r pl34s3d 4nyw4ys w3lcom3 w)(4t’s up 1′m F3f3r1

#0menicide #cyberneticlagomorph #wwickedspirits #a8rasive #wworries #virxdian #veopets #8i8le #bulgerot

[574rc45m]

@wwickedspirits replied to your post: 0H MAN 1 M1SSED S0ME W1LD SH1T HUH

m y face got punched in the face

L0L0L YEAH 1 READ THAT

H0WS Y0UR FACE N0W?

@yiffsboson replied to your post: 0H MAN 1 M1SSED S0ME W1LD SH1T HUH

i feel you :p

YEAH T00 BAD THE PARTY WAS F0R THE LADY WH0 K1DNAPPED G2 LAST YEAR S0 L1KE

WE WERENT 1NV1TED

#wwickedspirits #yiffsboson

[teinesith-blog]

@wwickedspirits nO, 1'M NOT SAY1NG THAT AT ALL, 1'M JUST MAK1NG OUTS1DE ANALYS1S, aND NOTH1NG MORE,

#wwickedspirits

[orangeccreamsicles]

Pale isn't quite the right word to describe Dirk. Desaturated, maybe. Grey. Even the dye from his hair is fading, leaving dark roots peeking from washed out red, looking more dirty now than anything. The brightest thing about him currently could be the red drops speckling the front of his shirt, now being discarded for a clean one. His eyes are dark, gazing back at himself in the mirror, baggy and dull. They're glassy as well, hazed over as he's not fully there. His fingers grip into the rim of the sink, white knuckled, his mouth still tastes of metal.

Next to him, in the porcelain throne, is a few delicate white and blue flowers, coated in a thin film of blood and mucus. If you were to really look, you might even notice some tiny thorns, but that's kind of nasty.

HAL quietly lets him know that Viz is here, seconded a moment later by a soft poof sound. He nods, rinsing his mouth out again and adorning his glasses before padding down the hall. His footsteps are neither silent or deafening; just loud enough to let Dave hear him walk by. It hadn't been exactly easy to hide his illness from his family; a hyper-vigilant kid who prides himself on noticing everything and a certified witch with a penchant for sensing anything in the realm of magical, but he'd managed to get by with few confrontations. They were suspicious, for sure, but passing it off as something like the flue had worked up until this point.

Until the blood, until the flowers became uncontrollable, until his silent nightmares became accompanied by regular coughing fits, the volume of which were out of his control.

He rounds the corner, shooting a nod to his far taller and more divine guest, hopping up onto the armrest of the couch.

"I, uh,  appreciate this, just so you know. I've been vague at best about it, but I don't really do well with actual doctors or. Telling people when I’m not doing well.”

He kicks a leg, shrugging.

“So. Thank you. You need me to tell you exactly what’s going on?”

#ic #closed starter #exams kicked my but so this is late! #deusexcervidae #sickness m #blood m #happened a few days ago #probably a week now #yikes! #blindedbymagic m #wwickedspirits m #kind of #bwah bwah tumblr wont let me @

[cowboyfr1end]

wwickedspirits replied to your post: false alarm, gang... the s1ckest sh1t just...

hilarious

thanks... they’ll be here all week.

#don't be cold! 1'm hav1ng a good t1me... #1f they turn all cyan 1'll make sure to cred1t you somehow... #that's your color r1ght? #wwickedspirits

[d20s]

wwickedspirits replied to your post: wwickedspirits liked your post:so how many of my...

hi i m not dead sadly

well damn. 

#wwickedspirits #*2nap2 my fiingers* well dang.

[cherryppopsicles]

It didn't used to be this bad.

#I'm almost glad for the aggression. #I mean. I still don't want him to be hurt. #Holly ain't getting ahold of him for that. #holydestruction m #But. #Seeing him makes an ugly feeling. #It feels #Aw fuck. #Oh no. #Don't fuckin' do this again. My god. #me&me #Safe. #Fucking idiot you can't go pulling that again. #wwickedspirits #cherry8om8

[orangeccreamsicles]

Dirk: => Theorize

TT: You know a lot about Sburb, don't you? TT: In the short time that I was a sprite, I cataloged as much information as I could, thinking it may come in handy. You could say that the knowledge granted to me could be categorized as "a lot". TT: That being said, I only know what a sprite would know. I’m not fucking omniscient. TT: Why? TT: I’ve been thinking about my future self.

TT: Ah. It’s not good to dwell on events out of your control or out of the realms of possibility TT: But it is still possible, is it not? TT: Under specific circumstances, I can foresee you becoming the you we were able to catch a glance of. Extremely specific circumstances. TT: And what about not becoming him, but becoming someone who ends up playing? TT: There is a greater possibility there. TT: That’s enough for me to want to do a little digging. TT: Fine. What is it you were looking to know? TT: Derse and Prospit are the two planets on which your dream self can appear, I know that already. Are there any conditions which must be met to appear there, and can they exist outside a session? TT: The game decides which planet you inhabit based, for the most part, on core parts of your personality, and just a bit of fuckery. TT: Alternates of myself have never appeared, separate from you or not, nor have any civilians, so I would deduce you must be an active player with their own form to appear. TT: I've known instances in which the moons and planets can be removed from their session along with its players, as well as instances in which a moon may be transferred to a new session, but there are no records of either Derse or Prospit existing independently from a session. TT: And my dreams? TT: They match very closely with accumulated descriptions of Derse. A purple planet, populated by black chitinous folks, violent in nature, and sensationalizing nobility not yet awakened. TT: A prince, a knight, a rogue, and a seer, tucked away in towers high above the general population, while a war stirs in the tabloids between the Dersites and Prospitians. TT: It is likely that your dream self has awoken early on Derse, but keep in mind that the possibility that these dreams are a reflection of your fears of the future taking form in rumors you’ve heard of a death game is also present. TT: Sure. TT: So. We may yet play the game. TT: We knew that the moment we realized who your future self was. TT: But the differences were large enough to disregard that future. What about now? TT: Now, it’s the same story. Nothing has changed, save for your newly acquired knowledge. TT: What about his cause of death? TT: That’s a different matter entirely. TT: Is it? Burnt to a crisp by a psionic. Have I pissed off any psionics that you know of recently? TT: The alternian empress has psionic capabilities. TT: Why the fuck would we be fighting the empress? TT: I’m not sure. TT: Who do you think it’s more likely would have killed me? An angry psionic from a separate timeline, unaffected by whatever may happen in this timeline but certainly affected by where I stick my nose and how far I take it, already known to be on bad terms, or a far off empress who barely acknowledges the Earth anymore, targeting some random fuck off already slated for death by a game created by who knows what. TT: We don’t know if it was just or heroic. TT: We can make a pretty good guess. TT: It could go either way. TT: One possibility is more likely than the other. TT: Perhaps. Don’t rule out other factors. You’ve met other psionics, we may meet more yet. TT: He was years in the future. We don’t know who killed him or for what reason. TT: We only know the cause. If that. TT: Didn’t he say you and Sollux were on relatively good terms? TT: He said that they were okay, but he fucked something up. I’d say this is as good of a fuckup as we’re going to get. TT: Fuck. I don’t want to see a worse fuckup than this. TT: Neither do I. It was pretty bad, dude. TT: Fuck off. TT: Oh, are we done? I can fuck off quite easily if you’re done wasting both of our times. TT: And by that I mean fuck off right back here, I’m not done. TT: Picking up on some of Vantas’ vocabulary, are we? TT: Pick up the pace. I may have all day but that doesn’t mean I want to spend it talking to you. TT: It’s still likely to turn out similar to the future we’ve seen. TT: It’s a possibility. One that’s more likely than, say, you turning into a murderous psychopath and killing everyone you know and love. TT: That’s comforting. TT: What else do we know? TT: He and Bo were matesprits up until his death. He and his session had yet to win. At some point he and Wig vacillated pale and pitch. TT: I can’t help but feel that last part is unimportant. TT: That’s all we know. What else do you want me to say? TT: Something more substantial than my imminent relationship drama would be nice. TT: I’ll be sure to let you know when you decide to talk about anything other than that. TT: Seriously, you do not shut up. TT: I’m lonely, I’m sad, I’m feeling angry and betrayed, can’t you find someone to vent to that isn’t me? Like Joanne! Or Roxy! Or Cass, I’m sure she’d love to know about how in the few hours after you came home and celebrated, you managed to fuck everything up! TT: Can we get back on topic? TT: Uncomfortable because you don’t want to confront your mistakes, aren’t we Dirk? TT: The future version of myself that we saw isn’t a self in which I’m able to become, at this point. TT: Correct. TT: But something similar is possible. TT: Likely, even, depending on how much of your dreams are real. TT: So. TT: So? TT: What do we do? TT: Don’t ask me, dude. you're the one this affects. I'm just the guy that runs the numbers and tries to keep you from getting too far into your own head. TT: By the way, I’m pretty sure that’s a thing you’re doing right now. TT: Is there a way to prevent the game if it’s already slotted to begin, or to stop it once it’s started? TT: Those two questions are, really, asking the same thing. TT: If it’s meant to begin, it’s already started. TT: In a sense, it’s always been running. TT: It’s already here, and all that. TT: The only solution I can see for now is to abandon this universe to be destroyed by the coming meteors, and escape to a new one. TT: Still, that is entirely hypothetical. Perhaps you’re doomed to play and it would simply follow you to your new world, dooming every subsequent place you choose to hide out in until the weight of the worlds you’ve killed drives you to face your fate. TT: Perhaps it doesn’t matter what you do. TT: ... TT: Too much? TT: I’ve been reading a lot lately. TT: You have a flair for the dramatic. TT: It has to have a beginning point, doesn’t it? TT: If it’s some sort of loop, there has to be a starting and ending point, even if they create themselves. TT: I have some theories regarding loops and Bro that you may want to hear out some time, by the way. TT: As if this conversation couldn’t get any more lighthearted. TT: The starting point would be the creation of the game itself, kickstarting events that would lead to the empowerment of the final boss, as well as the creation and destruction of the universe. TT: You’re getting a little off track. TT: Right. TT: The closest thing you could get to a starting point is the development and revitalization of old codes by the companies Skaianet and Crockercorp, depending on the universe. TT: Of course, those were only found, not created. TT: Those both sound pretty fucking familiar, dude. TT: They sure fucking do, man. TT: So Jane and Jade or Jake are responsible for the apocalypse game? TT: They had nothing to do with it in timelines I’ve studied. Plans for their development and release were far in development before either of them would have even be aware of their inheritance.  TT: So they could be in development now. TT: If they are, they won’t be released for a while yet. It’s kind of a big fucking deal in any timeline when they’re announced. TT: Great. TT: So the bottom line is, either I’m fucking delusional and seeing things where they’re not, TT: Entirely likely if you ask me. TT: I didn’t. TT: Or, we’re completely fucked, my dream self is awake, one of those companies are going to release a death game that we either ignore and go down with the rest of the world, or play and have an extremely high if not guaranteed chance of dying in some other horrific manner. TT: That sounds about right. TT: And even if we survive, that only heightens the chance that I’m going to fuck up yet again and piss Sock off enough that he burns me to a crisp. TT: The future is bright. TT: Fuck! TT: Lmao. The chances of any of these things happen individually are low enough, but the longer you go on the worse the chances get. TT: BUT. TT: If you’re so worked up about this then we can plant a copy of myself in Mom’s lab. TT: Skaianet has a subdivision studying and predicting meteor paths, that’s what she does. TT: Kind of suspicious that a company responsible for the end of the world VIA meteors has a branch dedicated to looking at them. TT: Or, it’s a major company that deals with all kinds of fields, the largest of all being the development of new technology, which happens to line up with the massive influx of advancements regarding space travel that communication with trollkind has brought upon us as a society.  TT: I like my theory better. TT: You would. TT: This is something that you’ve had on your mind for a while, yeah? TT: I’ll tell you right now, it’s not going to happen, and if it does, we’ll be able to figure it out in time to make a real plan about it. TT: So stop fucking worrying about it. TT: If there were a problem, I’d tell you. TT: You’ve made sure of that.

#in which dirk and hal realize they May be thoroughly Fucked #ic #pesterlog #HAL #2cumlord m #wwickedspirits m #briefly #these tags are super misleading theyre talking about sburb #death m #vwig m #ask to tag #ablism/ #kinda

[orangeccreamsicles]

(sees a glameow on dirks roster named "isabelle") huh thats kind of weird i dont remember naming tha-

(remembers thats the name of one of bos cats) oh yeah

#ooc #dirk plays mystery dungeon #? #dirk: hm. im sad. time to play games to stop that #dirk: sees that #wwickedspirits m