~Nesya~
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~Nesya~

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Another short fanfic for my lovely followers!
(Since I am really bored, and no-one is requesting any fanfics.)
It's bee a long day.
Tiring.
both physically, and mentally.
you shut down your laptop, the bleeps of skype shutting down, and then the computer itself follow you, as you slide under the covers of your bed.
There was a rumble spreading across Tumblr.
There has been a lot of that lately.
Yahoo buying Tumblr,
and yet not changing anything?
1.1 BILLION dollars added to the bank.
There are still murmurs of the Misapocolipse hanging around
Homestuck is updating again.
but most recently,
and most importantly,
was a message from the Staff.
And it was made in a way they had never made one before.
Upon browsing to Tumbler, you had suddenly found your page re-directed. Still on the tumbler website, but with only one post on your dash. A message from staff. you scan over it, and something catches your eye at the end.
You re-read it. It couldn't be. It was almost like an invitation, a challenge, a puzzle, an enigma, a curse, a miracle. Like a journey to places that you've never been. Summer afternoons, and pie every Tuesday, everyday. It seemed like a trip in time and space, and yet still right here on earth. You inadvertently let out a small gasp, the taste of salt, strawberry, and mango assault your senses. the screen had seemed to swirl in front of you.
But that was only the least of what had caught your attention.
At the bottom of the post, right above the Staff signature, where three words.
Three words that where impossible.
"See you soon"
You had shut down the web browser. you hadn't noticed the time. it was late at night. you felt like you should sleep. Sure, it was summer, and you didn't even feel tired anymore, but you shut down your computer regardless.
so here you are now. Laying in your bed. Unable to get comfortable, the strange impossible message ringing in your head. finally you manoeuvre just right, and you feel comfortable. your eyes start to close. a deep blue glow awashes your room, but it is too late to wake up. you fade from consciousness.
you wake up, awhile later. still wrapped in your blankets, still with the pillow under your head. But something is different. you quiet your breathing, in a hope to try and figure out what was wrong. but your breathing was already quiet. the memory of the glow, and the message fade back into memory, just as you shift over, and bump into something that normally shouldn't be there.
something you never thought would be there.
Someone.
You tense up, holding your breath, eyes wide. the person you had gently bumped into pressed back against you gently, and you realize that the person is still asleep. a dull glow seeps into the room, a deep soothing blue glow emanating from a t shaped hole in the wall. soon the room is lit up, but the glow isn't obtrusive, or painful. you look around, and see that you are not where you had gone to sleep. and there where a lot of other people around you, in various states of conscious, all of them wrapped up in there blankets like you, some hugging pillows, others in awkward-looking sleeping positions. the person you had bumped up against comes into view, and you let out a small gasp.
you know that face.
God knows how many times you've seen it, liking the selfie of your tumbler crush whenever it came across your dash
you look around. There are many recognizable faces here. some you've seen more often then others. your tumblr friends. the people you've doubtlessly bared your soul to, and had been there for. the people you watched roleplay with each-other, laughed at funny posts with, cried over hiatus with, d'awwwed at cute kittens with. The people who've been with you, thick and thin.
More people are wakeing up now, looking around, in a quiet panic. you yourself are stunned by this whole thing. questions ringing in your ears. but no matter what happens from here, at least you'll be with the people you love and trust.
an Apology to my Followers: Since some of you Anon'd and said how I was 'Flooding' your dash with my [horrible] artwork. I am sorry. There will be at most, one more picture of my own making, then I will go back to my usual re-blogging.
I hope you are happy with this development.
I am currently designing a new OC for Homestuck.
a troll this time.
I had an idea of what I wanted when I started, but now I'm wondering about his god tiering. the wiki has not got what I'm looking for, so i was wondering if any of my [WONDERFUL] followers, (or anyone else who sees this, any help is welcome!) had any info about what the different ones are (I'm not referring to class, I have that down. I'm referring to the 'Heart' and 'Void' and how, if at all, they are related to personality. )
Also, any help on developing a typing quirk for him would be appreciated.
Some days...
I wonder if anyone reads the posts I make, or just skips over them.

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for anyone who cares:
I AM an RPer.
I am activly RPing in Homestuck, MLP, Pokemon, (both as trainer, and as pokemon) and Soul Eater.
I can more then likely RP in other things beside these,
But I have ready-made and personal OCs for these.
(for example, I could RP a greaser, but I'd not be the best at it as I might be for example, as if we where doing MLP)
as someone who has never had nutella,
nor ever seen it in stores.
Is it just an american thing?
what's so special about it?