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Isekai title: "That time I tried to help but made things worse (no he didn't)"

"Heh, that, that does sound about right," Russell says.

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Give an isekai light novel title that describes my muse

Like "That Time When I Defeated The Evil Doctor By Eating 1000 Apples".

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He had had another rather restless night. Another six or so hours of waking up constantly or being haunted by unsettling dreams. At least Misty had been comfortable the whole night, as she always was.

On realising that dawn would soon be making its way back into his part of the world, he had chosen to get himself out of bed, get his jogging gear on and go for a quick run through the streets, then taking the short walk home. It was certainly better than trying to catch sleep that just wasn't come.

Besides, he had to open the shop a bit later than usual today, so he might have time for a nap at home before he came to do that. That was if he could get even that.

But now his thoughts were on getting home, giving Misty her breakfast (and maybe having some himself, depending on his stomach felt after a shower) and perhaps starting on that book he had been meaning to read, or maybe see about booking a doctor's appointment. His right arm had been playing up more than usual lately and he had been putting off getting it checked out.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden pain he felt when someone rather roughly brushed by his bad shoulder as they rounded the corner. It wasn't agony, but it was certainly noticeable.

He winced without making a noise and had opened his mouth to apologise when the remark was said. His first thought had been to snark back that maybe the other should have been doing that as well, but he resisted. On a closer look, the guy looked like he got pissed off easily, and could break him in half easily to boot. Russell may have been fast, but it was best not to push his luck with such strangers.

"S-sorry, man," Russell just said then as he adjusted the t-shirt he had been wearing. Yeah, definitely easier to take full responsibility in this situation, "My, my bad."

He frowned a little bit in thought. On closer inspection, it seemed that this guy, as thuggish as he seemed, was in a hurry to get someplace. Maybe he could help. That would make up a bit for this whole thing, right?

"You, you lost or, or something?" he added, "You, you, you seem to be, be trying to find somewhere."

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America. He hated having to visit the shore , further so -- he detested having to trek inland. Tolerance was more or less a mixed baggage the further one stepped upcountry. Recalling his last two visits , which seemed like eons ago when he truly took the time to pick at the details. Muddled as they may have been. Yet they were no kinder to the Irish as the English had been.

He was no older than his late teens when first visiting. Both times he nearly allowed his mouth to blemish their foreign presence; far more eager then than he was now to instigate a fight over something petty. His appearance, his accent. Didn't matter, he was itching for a cause. Accompanied by his predecessor, who now would much rather be turning violently over in his grave than so much as give him the benefit -- if he known what his protegee had become.. he would have ended him ruthlessly before the metamorphosis could take rot. Not that Geoffrey could blame him. It wasn't as if Eldritch truly held grasp at compassion for him when he was young, let alone any form of affection toward the boy.

He was deprived of it as warning after all. Getting too close to someone would only cause liability. How it would make a hunter weak with targets to manipulate. Yet deep down Geoffrey knew he was just a bitter, narcissistic old man who couldn't be bothered by whims of a child or give provision in praise. At least now he did. Back then he would tire himself endlessly to seek approval only to be belittled for it. Reflectivity within its degradation conjured a complex in him. The original mold to his mask of aloof rigidity.

To the late Carl Eldritch, Geoffrey McCullum, ragged lil' orphan that he once was, was just another tool at his disposal. Never a human being. Now that tool was compromised. A dog that would have been put down without a second thought. Not that it was anything distressing, because at the end of the day, he would have done the same. For that was what had been instilled in him since nine years of age. A hunter's code ;

A leech was a leech, no matter the circumstances. Every Leech must perish under flame.

Or so he'd remind himself of the oath he was practically indoctrinated on. Narrated onto the berating phantom echo of his benefactor's lectures. A classification he now belonged to, despite his will to argue -- and ooh how he would contend in severing himself from such a category. Passionately so. Every fiber of his being screaming out toward the corruption, which entangled such implications surrounding his state of mind.

He was a Huntsman. A vampire slayer. Nothing changed except maybe becoming harder to deter, to destroy. Not that it had been easy back when he held humanity firmly in his grasp. Now, he was next to impossible. The mission would remain as is. The playing field was just eroded to a more leveled means. Both Hunter and weapon forged now as one. However -- It was Hunts like these that his past would blindside him amid an outdated court of mind. Staged in bitter loathing to cripple his name he once established for himself. All because he decided to exploit the assets given to him through the curse he now endured. To revel in the power he held at his fingertips. Finally acknowledge he was no longer human after having barely a century to dwell on it. How he hated and loved it at the same time.

His own reflexes never ceased to amaze him. Gliding rather than exerting any effort. Chasing the beast he caught scent of since midnight. Without a single sign of impairment. Clever as it became to elude him by masking it's scent the further he gave chase. Shadow stepping from balcony to rooftops in order to cover more ground. When he projected his final abyssal step out onto the corner street, laces of shadow lingering about his apparition. He noted the creeping warmth clouting the atmospheric pressure to shift. With promise in bringing dawn with it. As if the asphalt were a conduit to it's sensory. A feeling and sight he once welcomed, now only stirred an bestial instinct deeply seeding for retreat. For shelter. He hadn't paid much mind to anything else besides acquiring that form of sanctuary - which resulted in him crashing into an individual within his haste, the moment he came around a corner side of a building he clipped the male smaller in stature. " Oy ! Watch where yer goin' ? ! " Spewed vehemently abrupt upon impact , easily cast against himself as it would equally draft out onto the stranger who irked the anxious ire under expediency.

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what do you most need?

Russell Tolbert

To be alone; given some peace, to drop the facade.

You have never truly felt peace, nor quiet, nor a sense of being free in yourself. You need to be left alone, no knocks at the door, no questions or calls, you need to feel safe and private and to be yourself. You need to stand bare before your own eyes, and listen to your own voice, and to be without others pressing in upon you.

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what strangely specific scent do you give off?

fresh ink on proper parchment.

you give off the impression of someone who always has something to do, something to say, someplace to be and someone to meet. you're always on the move, and you don't know the meaning of slow down. it draws people to you, yes, but they're likely to make a note of how you're impossible to catch up to. it draws people to you the way bugs are drawn to a lamplight. you are the brightest thing around, and they only know how light gives warmth. they tend to not believe that you're anything more than this speed, this light, this perceived warmth, and so you try to run away even faster, keep moving so that they're always at a distance. but one day, that light will fade, and with it, you.

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All of this just for a notebook, a notebook that probably wasn't going to survive the journey back to its owner, Ichabod Throgmorton. He had taken a little peek inside out of curiosity. The man was a self proclaimed vampire hunter.

Some of the notes were bullshit (even though he didn't know how he knew that) but he was surprised to see that a fair number of the information was correct.

Regardless of the words inside and the weather, Russell had said he would get it, or at least try to, and he didn't like to go back on his word. He could only be thankful that the rain would help cover up his scent if there any other skals lurking nearby. The one he had just battled to the death had been shockingly strong.

Which now left him panting heavily as he trudged through the streets back towards where he had met Ichabod. Then hopefully he could just give the book and get some rest back in the shelter. His face had been bruised up and his neck and arms had marks where he had been grabbed at, but he could only be glad he had no open wounds and more importantly, no scratches or bites. While some sticky blood and pieces of flesh (along with a tooth) clung to the crowbar he had used as a weapon, nothing was on him.

But he briefly froze when he saw a light and heard voices up ahead. God damnit...

Maybe they hadn't seem him. He had been about to try and move back when he heard someone say that someone was coming. It would be suspicious if he remained where he was. So he chose to come forward. He slowly lifted his hands (although he kept the crowbar in his left) as he made his way into sight, his heart sinking a little bit when he saw the uniforms they wore.

Why did it have to be Priwen? Sure. Some of them seemed to actually want to protect people. But from what he heard, some bad apples just wanted an excuse to be thugs and thieves. Hopefully these two were the former sort.

"I'm, I'm human..." he only said, once he was certain he would be heard. Despite the stammer, his voice seemed level rather than nervous. While his face was rather listless, his blue eyes carried an alertness of a rabbit listening for predators "Just, just passing through."

His accent betrayed the fact he was definitely not from London, or from England. His American lilt would stand out to a lot of people here.

The rain had plastered his blonde undercut to his forehead, and he was short, and very skinny. Hardly imposing. But his stance suggested that he was ready to defend himself if he had to, and a pair of identification tags rested around his neck, which suggested that he had indeed been in combat before.

Ꮪꮃꭺꮲꮲꮖɴꮐ Ꮩꭼꮋꮖꮯꮮꭼꮪ Starter for : @pushspacetocontinue Never was there a dull evening in jolly ol' London. Or so the breath of sarcasm deflated whatever enthusiasm McCullum had left within his court of thought. The rain had been pouring in heavy droplets, saturating the two men standing abroad in it. Or rather one stood over the other. Both adorning elements of uniform bearing similarity to the witnessed militant unit rumored to be terrorizing the streets at night. Certain boroughs going as far as to gossip in tying them to Irish Nationalist -- even though they were, and always had been, a group of mixed nationalities. Others pinged them for a rising gang. The majority forever blind and ignorant to the wickedness Priwen delivered them from, giving them their lives so the ignorant could continue in cherishing theirs.

The soldier who stood was but a clean shaven youth, no older than twenty. With nerves wracked across his visage, fitted to the skittish demeanor he embanked in glances every now and again along the alley. Or occasionally floating eyes up across the street way. Anxious. An electric torch in hand, angling down to illuminate the other's line of work amid the engine bay.

The broader male who was less clothed than his counterpart, happened to be leaning over the grille of an identified canopy issued cargo truck, abruptly grunted over his partner's expense. " If ye don't keep t'at light still, lad -- I'm goin' feed ye ta t'e bloody skals , me self ! "

He groused into muttering something foreign under his breath in suit. Followed by a grinding of two metal properties against one another, as the Irishman hardened the wrench around one wedged folding. The hood of the truck mouthed wide open, propped within an angle of itself. The weather's crescendo pummeling down onto the metal of the vehicle's make-shift awning, amplifying it's beat out in echoes across the engine hold. " Someones comin' ! " The youth chirped, his octave hanging over sudden, augment bid onto stress as it gave sway. Far more native than the male rummaging around the chamber below if his accent were to present. " Light ! Still ! Now -- feckin' liúdramán ! " McCullum at first ignored him. His demand curt, partially muffled below deck as if he held hardware between his teeth. Which underneath it all, he had held a pair of foul tasting, grease riddled bolts in between clenched jaws. " Keep yer panties on, Ger' -- most likely a civilian. " He reprimanded off cue with a lesser chortle that subdued over the tackles now currently jutting out from the corner of his mouth.

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𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 / 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Character: Russell Tolbert

𝙽𝙾. 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: Fluent in English and American Sign Language. Can mostly speak French and German, but it's fairly obvious he's not a native speaker.

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴: high / average / deep

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃: Yes (it's very pronounced that he's from Boston, especially given that he currently lives in Washington)

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁: confident / arrogant / valiant / hostile / (self) demeaning / playfully vexing / other-blend / restless

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed / composed

𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂: head tilting / swaying impatiently from leg to leg / smoking / drinking heavily / gesturing / swearing and or insulting in native tongue / arm crossing / hands in pockets / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜ ⬜

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: ⬛ ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴: ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜ ⬜

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈: ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. fuckface. jackass. piss stain. simp. limp dick. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. shitface. shithead. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. kine.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. fresh hell. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. sweet zombie jesus.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

straightforward or cryptic? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely /never.

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / neutral / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴? yes / no/ only ironically.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴? but / though / although / however / perhaps / maybe / mayhaps

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁'S 𝚂𝙿𝙴ECH 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? accent / vocabulary/ tone / volume / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t. (it possibly stands out due to his stammer as well to be honest)

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MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD EDITION !!

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

Russell Charles Tolbert

scraped knees · silent tears in a locked room · slamming doors · pervasive loneliness · a dog barking · rain on a metal roof · flinching at movement · the creak of an old house · forced laughter · wandering in the dark woods · wondering how you made it through · sudden loss · trying to make sense of the noise · hiding what you love to protect it · trying to explain but your words falter · invaded privacy · confusion at the pain · running barefoot in the grass · wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing · realizing you aren’t a priority · grass stains on white clothing · trying to earn love you will never have · being threatened over the smallest mistake · secrets you are warned not to share · the feeling of never being good enough · the hope things might someday get better · grief that aches in your bones · childish dares and pranks · the sense that your body isn’t yours · shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry · sledding down a frozen hill · absentmindedly following snakes through the grass · punching a tree until your knuckles bleed · tears over every dead creature you find · searching out small places you can hide… just in case · climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you · the feeling of something tainted under your skin · a curious child told to stop asking · floral dresses · body tensing at approaching footsteps · anger with nowhere to go · brief escapes from the chaos · the purr of a contented cat · taking the blame to keep the peace · being told you’re too sensitive · the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

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I know I've been not really around for quite a while on any of my blogs (except the incorrect quotes one really), but I am going to get myself together and make an actual effort to get back on track with them even if it kills me.

I just need to kick myself up the backside more. Thank you for your patience.

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⚠ ATTENTION!!

Lately there has been an increase of a new anon thing. Someone sends blogs something random, apparently mostly nsfw or the like, tagging someone else's blog in those asks. THE TAGGED BLOG IS NOT THE ONE SENDING THESE ASKS! This someone is just using their URL for whatever reason.

So instead of blocking or even harassing the URL named in the ask, block and report the anon!

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theotherrookie​:

“Well, it never quite occurred to me before. I just assumed they would know, which would have explained why so many dreams I heard about were kind of boring.”

This one so far had been all but that. He stared off into the distance, taking in the sight as he rubbed at his chin.

“I have some control,” Lucien replied, “as a consequence of my training. However, this is less of my doing than the consequences of the caffeine in my system. At least I can take comfort in knowing Rook can’t either.”

Oh well, he might as well enjoy a nice walk. Lucien stepped forward, quietly contemplating taking his shoes off like he often did when he dreamed of the forest. But then he turned back, giving Russell a side look.

“Does that mean you could give me a companion cube?”

Of course he wanted something to hold onto.

“No, it, it really is that, that a lot of people don’t realise until, until they’re awake and, and thinking back on it,” Russell said, “But yeah, a, a lot of the time, they don’t realise while it’s, it’s happening.”

But at least now he knew, which gave him somewhat of an advantage, and at least Lucien knew why he hadn’t been able to help himself out, or why he had been surrounded by people who wanted to watch him die.

“I, I guess that makes sense,” Russell said, “I uh, I didn’t realise caffeine could affect dreams like that. I uh, I knew that, that stuff like cheese and spicy food does, well, at least, at least from what I’ve, I’ve heard.”

He had been ready to just head on out until Lucien spoke out again.

“Uh... I, I could try to...” Russell said, “Let me see...

He didn’t entirely know what to do, but thankfully as soon as he started to think about it, a companion cube about the size of a rubix cube appeared. When Lucien picked it up, it was soft to touch.

“Uh, is, is that what you had in mind? Because uh, you know, it, it is uh, it is a little small...”

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"Out of my way!"

What could have seemed like a particularly polite request from the fae was actually a warning to the dancers. He would make his way through whether they moved or not.

Most people would find themselves wondering what they were doing there, or at least wonder why such a place felt so off. But for someone like Lucien, who still had a bit of a habit of intruding into people's minds, that was the last of his problems at the moment.

So he slammed his fists on the glass.

"I don't know how you ended up in there, Russell, but I'm sure it will be one hell of a story."

#theotherrookie #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell

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icangiveyouanything​:

Apparently the mere mention of the concept was enough to put it into Russell’s head and have an effect. Well that was convenient.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see what dream cakes have to offer, won’t we~?”

The cake now had his attention more so than the building. He made his way over and inspected it for a moment before digging in. Even knowing it was a dream, dreams could have some awfully realistic sensations. He was content to eat the cake while he watched Russell destroy the building.

“You know, you may be able to do something similar in the waking world. I’m certain there are places that will allow you to break things. I could even provide such an experience. It isn’t as if you could cause all that much destruction. It would be no big issue.”

It was hard for Shade to imagine Russell making much of a mess at his usual size, at least from his perspective.

“Yeah, after I finish the job with this,” Russell said, “After all, it’s not always a good idea to leave things unfinished. But help yourself.”

It seemed that Shade was already planning to do that. The cake was surprisingly pretty good. It was a little bit blander than it would have been in the real world, but it was sweet with vanilla and chocolate, and had a soft fluffy texture and went down so easily.

“I possibly could,” Russell said, as he took another chunk out with a kick of his own. The building was starting to resemble an unfinished sculpture rather than the set of apartments it once was, “That is, that is very true. I, I can’t really, being, being small and, and you know, a regular old human.”

But he still smiled a little.

“But I uh, I suppose it would, it would most likely be, be healthier than, than what I usually do when, when I’m, uh, when I’m mad, which is, which is push it down real deep and, and hope it stays there.”

At least he could admit that.

“I, I appreciate that thought.”

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“I can certainly try to,” Russell said. At least at the very idea, a huge chocolate cake appeared on a large pedestal. It was one that Shade could certainly eat, due to it not being a puny size like it the real world, “Well, I, I can only hope that, that tastes as, as good as it looks.”

It was a relief to see that there was no one in the building. Russell was glad to hear no screams or yells, and there was no blood in sight. The only thing that had been hurt was the building itself.

He clapped on seeing the way Shade kicked a hole right into the middle.

“This, this is almost like, like Jenga,” Russell said, as he then decided to smack it right in the very top, slamming his palm down like he was trying to crush a bug. 

The top then shattered, and anything that was left on the edges caved in and fell into the new opening.

“It feels kinda good doing, doing this. And no, no one, no one gets hurt either. I, I should try doing this, this sorta thing more, more often.”

The cake was still standing as well, despite the earth shattering beating the building was undergoing.

Apparently the mere mention of the concept was enough to put it into Russell’s head and have an effect. Well that was convenient.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see what dream cakes have to offer, won’t we~?”

The cake now had his attention more so than the building. He made his way over and inspected it for a moment before digging in. Even knowing it was a dream, dreams could have some awfully realistic sensations. He was content to eat the cake while he watched Russell destroy the building.

“You know, you may be able to do something similar in the waking world. I’m certain there are places that will allow you to break things. I could even provide such an experience. It isn’t as if you could cause all that much destruction. It would be no big issue.”

It was hard for Shade to imagine Russell making much of a mess at his usual size, at least from his perspective.

#icangiveyouanything #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell

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I’m sorry for not doing much in the way of roleplaying these past couple weeks or so. My concentration and motivation for roleplaying (and most of my other hobbies to be honest) has just been down the crapper yet again.

The main reason is that the house is having some important renovation work done on it, mainly in the hopes of making it more energy efficient. But because of that, the house is an absolute chaos, with the builders (I am getting accustomed to them slowly, but it’s still something that throws me off) in and out almost every day, and sometimes our power or internet connection has to be cut off, most of the time without warning. While it’s not off for long, it’s still a bit of a pain.

The only way real thing I’ve been able to manage consistently is getting my morning routine done each day. But other that that, my ability to do much else tends to fluctuate a lot.

Because of that, it’s hard to tell when I’ll be up for doing anything or not, hence my very slowly activity here at the moment.

While I’m sure the renovations will be worth it in the end, I am a bit distracted by it all for the time being. But I am doing my best to get back on track, and I always appreciate the understanding.

#The Flower behind the Moth | OOC #Long post

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icangiveyouanything​:

“We wouldn’t want that. Best to think about good things happening to your friend Shade instead~” he quipped with a chuckle. He joked but he certainly wouldn’t complain if Russell’s subconscious decided to work in his favor.

He watched curiously as a face appeared on the building. It wasn’t too hard to put all the pieces together from that. Clearly his frustrations were pointed in a very specific direction.

He couldn’t help but smile at Russell’s enthusiasm and reaction to damaging the building.

“Well, I suppose there’s no harm in showing your mother my opinion of her.” He leveled his gaze at the drawing on the building. Russell had never said a single thing about his mother that gave him any reason to have a positive opinion of her. He wasn’t a fan of anyone doing harm to Russell.

He proceeded to give a swift and dismissive kick to the building, putting a hole through it. The structure crumbled around the point of impact.

“I can certainly try to,” Russell said. At least at the very idea, a huge chocolate cake appeared on a large pedestal. It was one that Shade could certainly eat, due to it not being a puny size like it the real world, “Well, I, I can only hope that, that tastes as, as good as it looks.”

It was a relief to see that there was no one in the building. Russell was glad to hear no screams or yells, and there was no blood in sight. The only thing that had been hurt was the building itself.

He clapped on seeing the way Shade kicked a hole right into the middle.

“This, this is almost like, like Jenga,” Russell said, as he then decided to smack it right in the very top, slamming his palm down like he was trying to crush a bug. 

The top then shattered, and anything that was left on the edges caved in and fell into the new opening.

“It feels kinda good doing, doing this. And no, no one, no one gets hurt either. I, I should try doing this, this sorta thing more, more often.”

The cake was still standing as well, despite the earth shattering beating the building was undergoing.

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“Best not, not to think about that too much,” Russell said, “My brother also said that, that if you think about something too much, even, even if you know you’re dreaming, it, it could still happen.”

And he did want to keep his clothes on, regardless. 

“Yes, I am, I am though…” he rubbed at the back of his neck, and then he fidgeted as Shade started to grin. Of course he liked having his ego fed with such a comment.

“It, it does,” he agreed then, before he looked back at the building, “No, no one… but I think this needs something different before I uh, I take out any anger on it…”

With that, the building changed, mainly being given a drawn face that Shade might have seen in Russell’s memories. A pale woman’s face, blue eyes that were cold and full of disdain, and black hair that hung around in her cheeks in straggly strings.

“There we, we go. The Cassandra Apartments are ready for, for demolition.” 

With that, he raised a hand and gave the building a mighty whack, causing the top half of it to shatter into rubble with rained down to the ground in thumps and thuds.

“Whoa! That was awesome! You want a go on it, Shade?”

“We wouldn’t want that. Best to think about good things happening to your friend Shade instead~” he quipped with a chuckle. He joked but he certainly wouldn’t complain if Russell’s subconscious decided to work in his favor.

He watched curiously as a face appeared on the building. It wasn’t too hard to put all the pieces together from that. Clearly his frustrations were pointed in a very specific direction.

He couldn’t help but smile at Russell’s enthusiasm and reaction to damaging the building.

“Well, I suppose there’s no harm in showing your mother my opinion of her.” He leveled his gaze at the drawing on the building. Russell had never said a single thing about his mother that gave him any reason to have a positive opinion of her. He wasn’t a fan of anyone doing harm to Russell.

He proceeded to give a swift and dismissive kick to the building, putting a hole through it. The structure crumbled around the point of impact.

#icangiveyouanything #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell

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theotherrookie​:

“…You don’t?”

Lucien looked genuinely surprised there.

“Oh, I suppose that might be the case and I’m glad to lend myself to being your Virgil for the evening.” Lucien replied with a small smile, “Well, I don’t usually do dreams, but you shall blame my presence on Rook. She has sworn to me she would fix her sleep schedule the other day. Therefore, her stock of energy drinks belongs to me until she gives up.”

It was hard to say whether he was joking, given the topic at hand. There didn’t seem to be any hostility in his tone, at least.

Lucien clapped his hands impressed as the wall was all but vaporized. “Ah, this is a much better scenery as well. Well done, Russell.”

“N-no... some people can, can train themselves to, to know when, when they’re dreaming. But, but a lot of people don’t realise they’re, they’re asleep and dreaming until they, they wake up.” 

But at least this way, he didn’t have to wait to be awake first.

“Heh, sounds, sounds good to me,” Russell said, “It seems like, like lucid dreaming comes, comes naturally you. And we’ll have to, to see if that, that helps her fix it.”

But then he smiled.

“Th-thanks. I wish I, I could do that in real life,” Russell said, before he then gestured, “Af-after you. It’s, it’s only fair. We’ll have to, to see where this field takes, takes us. I wonder if it’s like that because I, I played Portal 2 again last night...”

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"Out of my way!"

What could have seemed like a particularly polite request from the fae was actually a warning to the dancers. He would make his way through whether they moved or not.

Most people would find themselves wondering what they were doing there, or at least wonder why such a place felt so off. But for someone like Lucien, who still had a bit of a habit of intruding into people's minds, that was the last of his problems at the moment.

So he slammed his fists on the glass.

"I don't know how you ended up in there, Russell, but I'm sure it will be one hell of a story."

#theotherrookie #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell

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theotherrookie​:

Lucien paused to adjust his clothes. “Yes, all things considered I would call this a bad dream.”

It didn’t explain why he was there, but being on the same page could play in their favor. Russell could have some influence over this place and might have spared them some aimless wandering. He didn’t even like the decor.

“We should talk about that some other time. Now—” He clasped his hands together, leaning over just a little, “Being aware that you’re dreaming should indeed grant you some influence over this place. It doesn’t explain my presence, but you might be able to punch through this wall.”

He moved aside then.

“Determination is key. But just in case it doesn’t work, at least you won’t actually hurt your hand.”

“Yeah, but, but you don’t tend to realise you’re, you’re in a dream, or, or were in one, until, until you wake up from it,” Russell said, “So I uh, I wasn’t expecting to hear that of, of all things.”

He still wasn’t entirely convinced that this was all just some dream, but he was willing to at least accept the possibility. If that was true, after all, it meant he didn’t have to worry too much.

“Well, I, I just thought my, my head had, had wanted someone to, to come and save me, or feel I could have relied on someone,” Russell said, “But I uh, I didn’t know you could go into dreams.”

But then he nodded.

“R-right...” Russell said. He rubbed his hands in anticipation as he approached. He then drew his left back and punched the wall as hard as he could. 

Instead of a crack appearing like he expected, the whole thing completely shattered to dust, leaving an opening to what looked like a green field of yellow flowers.

“Well...I uh, I guess that worked.”

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"Out of my way!"

What could have seemed like a particularly polite request from the fae was actually a warning to the dancers. He would make his way through whether they moved or not.

Most people would find themselves wondering what they were doing there, or at least wonder why such a place felt so off. But for someone like Lucien, who still had a bit of a habit of intruding into people's minds, that was the last of his problems at the moment.

So he slammed his fists on the glass.

"I don't know how you ended up in there, Russell, but I'm sure it will be one hell of a story."

#theotherrookie #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell

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icangiveyouanything​:

The missing bit of finger was not something he had actually noticed about Russell before since let’s be real, that was a very small detail from his usual perspective. He couldn’t say he was surprised though knowing Russell’s propensity for getting injured. He had been aware he was on the thinner side though. He’d always felt like he could snap like a twig between his fingers.

“Yes, I think we should both be thankful your subconscious allowed you clothes.” That would’ve been awkward for sure.

A grin spread across Shade’s face at the comment about him being powerful. It seemed he never tired of having that sort of thing acknowledged.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He knew Russell wouldn’t be as into that aspect of being impossible to ignore as he was, but he man was always so nervous. Maybe feeling less helpless would be good for him.

“Indeed you could. And what’s to stop you? This is your dream after all. No one even has to clean up the mess. Perhaps the soft-spoken Russell has some hidden frustrations to get out?”

“Best not, not to think about that too much,” Russell said, “My brother also said that, that if you think about something too much, even, even if you know you’re dreaming, it, it could still happen.”

And he did want to keep his clothes on, regardless. 

“Yes, I am, I am though...” he rubbed at the back of his neck, and then he fidgeted as Shade started to grin. Of course he liked having his ego fed with such a comment.

“It, it does,” he agreed then, before he looked back at the building, “No, no one... but I think this needs something different before I uh, I take out any anger on it...”

With that, the building changed, mainly being given a drawn face that Shade might have seen in Russell’s memories. A pale woman’s face, blue eyes that were cold and full of disdain, and black hair that hung around in her cheeks in straggly strings.

“There we, we go. The Cassandra Apartments are ready for, for demolition.” 

With that, he raised a hand and gave the building a mighty whack, causing the top half of it to shatter into rubble with rained down to the ground in thumps and thuds.

“Whoa! That was awesome! You want a go on it, Shade?”

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Russell had a small impressed smile on his face as he looked down at himself and at the apartment building. It was definitely odd, but it was also kind of cool to be standing at Shade’s level.

His cheeks did turn a little bit pink as Shade seemed to take a chance to inspect him though, wondering what he might have been looking for. But Shade would see that Russell was rather thinner than an average man his height and age should have been, that his right pinky finger was missing from just below the top knuckle. 

“At, at least I uh, I didn’t have one of those ‘suddenly naked’ dreams,” Russell said, “Heh, at least I got some clothes, because you know, I don’t think anyone wants to, to see that.”

Rather plain looking clothes consisting of a blue hoodie and some jeans, but clothes nonetheless. 

“Yeah, it is cool,” Russell said, “No wonder you, you feel so powerful all, all the, all the time. Then again, you, you are powerful for real as, as well.”

He eyed the apartment building. On closer inspection, it looked like it has been abandoned for years. Even though he knew it was a dream and it wouldn’t have been real, he still would have felt guilty if people were in there.

“I… I could like, knock, knock this down…” Russell then said, “I could, I could totally knock this down.”

The missing bit of finger was not something he had actually noticed about Russell before since let’s be real, that was a very small detail from his usual perspective. He couldn’t say he was surprised though knowing Russell’s propensity for getting injured. He had been aware he was on the thinner side though. He’d always felt like he could snap like a twig between his fingers.

“Yes, I think we should both be thankful your subconscious allowed you clothes.” That would’ve been awkward for sure.

A grin spread across Shade’s face at the comment about him being powerful. It seemed he never tired of having that sort of thing acknowledged.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He knew Russell wouldn’t be as into that aspect of being impossible to ignore as he was, but he man was always so nervous. Maybe feeling less helpless would be good for him.

“Indeed you could. And what’s to stop you? This is your dream after all. No one even has to clean up the mess. Perhaps the soft-spoken Russell has some hidden frustrations to get out?”

#icangiveyouanything #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell