Sits just within the corner of your vision; pats the sides of my 8ig, taut sloshy 8elly.
I am then conspicuously not visi8le when you look........ What could that noise have 8eeeeeeeen........
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Sits just within the corner of your vision; pats the sides of my 8ig, taut sloshy 8elly.
I am then conspicuously not visi8le when you look........ What could that noise have 8eeeeeeeen........

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The sheer quantity of smooth round 8elly wo88le you just unleashed is 8izarre and dangerous. Things will never 8e the same- you just doomed everyone for no reason 8ut the hu8ris of thinking, "what can I get away with doing today!"
((when you become peak inactive, post a vague musing but somehow people still Like your Post showing that you still have an audience after a forever of being Gone tee em))
((me: "hm. do I make. an off model terezi blog. she might do a B3LLY and such. weird jadeblood with cursed session. 4SS H4V3R? hm"
also me: "oh right tungle.hell is dead in 2025 for thirst based weirdstyle creative writing And I would need to Draw"
There's so much dust. Everywhere. Enough that you were able to both notice a path someone (possibly you, due to the tracks more or less inheriting a somewhat smudged likeness of your own bare feet) took- curiously, they don't actually go anywhere near the front, back, south or any of the secret passages nobody but you is aware of- they start in front of a blank section of wall, unsteadily track through the third floor into the bathroom (which is miraculously pristine), and then to one of the reading areas- the one where you had apparently fallen asleep on the couch, had a bizarre dream, and then fell off of.
You have absolutely no memory of how you got here at all, and after putting in half an hour of effort to at least clean off the floors a bit, you start investigating to see if this is in fact, your hive and not a copy, or worse, a half remembered copy of a copy... Though the more you look, the more you're convinced this may actually be it. Your actual hive, somewhere you haven't been in sweeps.
Every digital clock reads 00:00, some are blinking. The pantry, fridge, freezers and such are, thankfully, empty rather than being a biowarfare suite- though it makes you wonder why, as things were at least partially stocked the last time you were here. Looking outside you see total overgrowth in autumn colors, hiding a collection of faintly pulsing deep blue glyphs- assorted void 8ullshit you'd set up to make people unable to perceive your property, and thus, be a perfect security system. You shouldn't be able to see the glow from here, but you consider that to stem from some sort of pattern decay...
Your bedroom. Everything is also, exactly as it was left. You approach the window with some trepidation and look out, expecting to see something horrible- some sort of evidence that this isn't actually your hive... You don't see anything. That is to say, there's almost nothing out of the ordinary outside the window, just a dark grey earthlike day with some new construction you don't recognize out on the horizon, beneath almost stereotypical 'october clouds', your human acquaintances told you about on at least one occasion.
You flop backwards onto your bed and proceed to roll to the left a few times, summarily wrapping yourself in a blanket (two actually) you haven't felt in what feels like forever. You do need to check the basement(s) to make sure everything's fine, but you'll do this first for a while- you can almost physically feel a horrible psychic crust starting to crumble and dissolve...

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Dreaming again. One of those dreams that's "someone else's". You aren't sure who you are, aside from the pale skin and silvery platinum-white hair. While it is a minor emotion- you(?) miss your hairband; you can't quite get the volume in the same place, but it's close enough.
The feeling of walking on very cold tile, before taking a running jump at a wall and somehow sticking to it- you're climbing. Like a goth-lite gecko. Only some of what 'you' see stucks in your own memory. Electric blue irises, thick black eyeliner, reflections of a mottled pink sky on warped glass. "You" look down and back, over "your" shoulder. Waving shapes, undulating masses. Hand reaches a divot, glossy black nails clicking surprisingly loudly.
You are face to face with another white-haired individual- a man- narrow, androgynous and no older than 26, eyes hidden behind a semicircular black visor. You feel "your" throat vibrate- something's being spoken. Despite it coming from your perspective, it's so far away it can't be resolved. The man nods, faintly bird shaped (how much product does he even use?) hair bobbing almost as a solid mass. "You" say something he finds unusual and the corner of his mouth pulls nervously. In "your" hand, is a 'bottle'. It is the color of the Void. You recognize it immediately, holding it in almost the same way as you remember. "You" extend your hand before looking over your shoulder again. You have three arms, but only briefly. The sky ripples. The visored man draws an archway on the wall and steps through it. "You" scurry further up the wall.
Beneath you is twisting and gnashing. Five limbs become six. You don't know where those two arms are anchoring into, but they're making you marginally faster in a dream-logic way. "You" reach the top of the wall and drag yourself onto a roof. A sound between whalesong, a cement mixer and 'howling of the damned' behind you. You spin, grabbing one of your wrists. A shape crests the rim of the roof.
Snout, snapping and growling. You're holding your third arm with your normal hands by the wrist, like a horrible flail. You throw it *hard*, and follow up with your fourth arm. Left arm blooms before the wrist into a rotating mass of deep blue meat. You pull out a stick with your right hand, long and black. Not a stick. Not a wand either. It bends like a handgun, and you grip it as such, aimed at the snout and whatever it is it belongs to.
The dream is vague for another moment as you feel a strong wind against "your" feet- as well as the rest of "you". "You", are airborn. Something hit you from the side. Swatted off the roof like a crumpled ball of paper. "You", for no reason, assume an unnecessary 'action pose', framing a hard to focus on area of your field of view with black-clad legs, wand|gun trained on the area again.
Three cracks. A rattling rush behind you. Jarring force.
You're you again (you think), long black hair draped over your face. You're on the floor, and just rolled off a couch. You bump your horns against a coffee table so familiar it jumpscares you fully awake. You're home...?
Smashes 8ig, 8afflingly round 8elly onto your dash8oard, making it sag and crumple un8eara8ly loudly.
8lorp.
((indigo!aranea month? how would anyone tell the difference through text
8lefgth.
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Dschu88a.

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Why do I hear 8ees.
Guys i think he greatly desires a hotdog
Another vision, disguised as a dream. You're seeing through someone else's eyes, though it feels like every action you're aware of is your own, undertaken by you- not a transmitted memory nor a spectation.
You're definitely shorter, and you'd later be able to realize your proportions are different. 'You' walk, traversing what appears to be the half remembered 'mall' you'd just left in waking. Looking down you see slightly wider hips, exceptionally pale skin and toned, powerful but compact muscles; platinum white hair briefly obscures 'your' vision, long bangs swept to 'your' left. Turning to the right, moving past yet more 'storefronts' with smeared, scorchmark-looking text you cannot read. 'You' feel a heartrate increase as something behind the counter starts rattling, thumping and gurgling suddenly. Silent sprint until it subsides, lungs surprisingly unbothered. 'You' get a look at 'yourself' as you pass a mirrorlike 'glass' panel covering another store and spend a moment fiddling with your hair- inverted bob, nearly white with a black almost chitinous looking hairband keeping things in place. Dark tubetop, black leggings- both looking a bit worse for wear. 'You' step closer, investigating your face and black lips smirk, getting a vague sense that some feature is present that isn't typically- the vision isn't high bandwidth enough to inform what. What almost jars you from the dream-vision is the eyes- deep, void blue, almost like your own in waking.
Slight recognition blooms- alongside a strange sound back and to 'your' left, and suddenly 'you' are in the air, having jumped onto the wall, then the ceiling. Inexplicably, 'you' stick to both, like an amphibian- which is helpful, as a horrific tar colored entity trundles by beneath, producing a number of unique, terrible sounds at unpleasant volume. 'You' are unnoticed.
The vision becomes less distinct until you wake proper, but you can remember vignettes of crawling, almost slithering through a variety of vague but tight spaces- and the absurd feeling of knowing 'your' tongue has just extended more than double 'your' height in front of 'you' prior to contacting something.
You wake, sitting up with a look of utter confusion, sifting through the vision ineffectually. It seems you aren't the only one having to put up with this sort of thing, assuming any of what you experienced was real.
Have I finally entered somewhere "real" yet? No. 8ut this deadmall 8eyond time and space has a sky outside of it.
8ig improvement, even if standing in some places injects random vi8es directly into your head.
Wow. An actual sky.

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Caaaaaaaasual 8ellyru8.
x33 < *af purrs loudly and gives vwiskers hand a thankful lick!*
>:33c < ooh, f33ls nice! h33h33
Well, that was implied to 8e me patting down myself... 8ut I do have two hands, after all. This space is suddenly a lot more cramped and twice as gurgly, may8e.
Regardless! My plot succeeded, and attention was ensnared... >::::)
>:33c < h33h33
:33 < i knew that! but i also know that mew wouldnt be oppawsed to the presence of a second round and gurgly object being presented to mew
:33 < *af smiles and pushes her weight into vwiskers… it ind33d f33ls a lot tighter in here!!!*
I'd hardly descri8e anything attached to you as a mere gurgly o8ject. "8ig 8loated 8elly" has a 8etter ring to it!
Also it feels like it's 8een sweeps, how've you 8een managing? Aside from 8eing possi8ly very well fed.
(Imagine me totally non-textually and in fact physically gra88ing and lifting your 8elly 8efore o8viously squishing it into mine.)
:33 < *the lioness nods appurrvingly at the designated title you have purrsented fur her pawsitively packed trophy holder*
;33 < *she reaches furward and places her paws on each side of both of your stomachs and gives them both a hearty squ33ze!*
:33 < h33h33
:33 < oh its b33n kind of a wild ride! im staying ofur at serkets fur the time being
:33 < im still not quite mewsed to not being surrounded by miles of concrete but its a lot of fun!!
;33c < and yes mew could certainly say that it hasnt b33n very hard to find purrey around these parts h33h33
I can't 8elieve you're gra88ing me twice at two different points in time! Or space. Things get convoluted out here, it seems. Not that I'm complaining...
(This is the part where I would 8e jostling your 8elly again in person, pro8a8ly.)
Will say though, concrete 8eats inscruta8le ridged surfaces and half remem8ered almost-8uildings every day of the week, may8e the entire sweep.
How has the hunting 8een, anyways? Just. Sort of in general.
:PP < i worded that purrly, i meant both of your as in us. ack!
xPP < anyways!!!
:33 < theres a LOT of things out here to chase around
:33 < mainly fish people!
:33 < and not like, high bloods. fish with arms and legs!
:PP < theyre a little slimey... but theyre mewsually small enough that i can snatch up a bunch in one outing h33h33
:33 < its like... eating cluckbeast nuggets... in a way...
Guess I can only 8omp you once then...
You're doing 8etter with food than I am though. I haven't found anything actually good in what feels like sweeps, small or. 8ig.
That 8eing said I think I'm closer to "real places" now, or even just "somewhere other people could actually join me for once". Still weird 8ut I can actually descri8e them more often than not without text turning into involuntary redaction! Progress.
Caaaaaaaasual 8ellyru8.
x33 < *af purrs loudly and gives vwiskers hand a thankful lick!*
>:33c < ooh, f33ls nice! h33h33
Well, that was implied to 8e me patting down myself... 8ut I do have two hands, after all. This space is suddenly a lot more cramped and twice as gurgly, may8e.
Regardless! My plot succeeded, and attention was ensnared... >::::)
>:33c < h33h33
:33 < i knew that! but i also know that mew wouldnt be oppawsed to the presence of a second round and gurgly object being presented to mew
:33 < *af smiles and pushes her weight into vwiskers… it ind33d f33ls a lot tighter in here!!!*
I'd hardly descri8e anything attached to you as a mere gurgly o8ject. "8ig 8loated 8elly" has a 8etter ring to it!
Also it feels like it's 8een sweeps, how've you 8een managing? Aside from 8eing possi8ly very well fed.
(Imagine me totally non-textually and in fact physically gra88ing and lifting your 8elly 8efore o8viously squishing it into mine.)
:33 < *the lioness nods appurrvingly at the designated title you have purrsented fur her pawsitively packed trophy holder*
;33 < *she reaches furward and places her paws on each side of both of your stomachs and gives them both a hearty squ33ze!*
:33 < h33h33
:33 < oh its b33n kind of a wild ride! im staying ofur at serkets fur the time being
:33 < im still not quite mewsed to not being surrounded by miles of concrete but its a lot of fun!!
;33c < and yes mew could certainly say that it hasnt b33n very hard to find purrey around these parts h33h33
I can't 8elieve you're gra88ing me twice at two different points in time! Or space. Things get convoluted out here, it seems. Not that I'm complaining...
(This is the part where I would 8e jostling your 8elly again in person, pro8a8ly.)
Will say though, concrete 8eats inscruta8le ridged surfaces and half remem8ered almost-8uildings every day of the week, may8e the entire sweep.
How has the hunting 8een, anyways? Just. Sort of in general.