#dolorosafableing

I miss the breeze. The feeling of gliding and heights without any fear. I didn't think anything of it then, but I really, really miss it now. I miss my older brother. I think I miss Dream.

Phil misses his son.

Muir misses his coworkers. He even misses Rennick, in a way. Moreso the familiarity of everything.

Daisuke misses his crewmates. He misses space, and the shitty sweetener packets, and talking with Anya, and Curly, and Swansea. He misses flicking pens at the Polle statue.

Siffrin misses his family. He misses Loop. He, regretfully, misses the timeloops. He misses the way he could melt into everything and not have to pay attention because what difference would it make.

Twilight misses Equestria, and the princesses. She misses Spike.

Poob misses the elevator. He misses the floors and his friends.

The Dolorosa misses her Son.

Jesus misses Judas, and his mother, and his friends. He misses his Father. He misses the feeling of being alive, and his home, and the warmth of the sun.

Everyone misses everything and we can't get it back. And its a lot of loss to feel.

You don't need to tag everything if you don't want to, obvs, MPC, just tag as many as you can tolerate. I'll list everyone's sources anyways.

-Tommy (OSMP / DSMP mixtive. You can just tag it as fictive if you want). Philza (DSMP , Fictive) Muir (Still Wakes The Deep , Fictive) Daisuke (Mouthwashing , Fictive) Siffrin (In Stars And Time , Fictive) Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony; Friendship Is Magic , Fictive. Stands out a bit compared to everyone else here, huh? Lol) Poob / Party Noob (Regretevator , Fictive) Dolorosa (Homestuck , Fableing) Jesus (The Bible , Fictive. Or Introject. Depends on your views on religion, I guess)

Sorry about the fucking. Novel of a list here, my bad.

(#sharkfeed)

Yours,

The Dolorosa. #sharkfeed. Homestuck Fableing.

Prior To You, My Little Love, I Was A Model Dolorosa. I Did As I Needed, Culled As I Needed, Assisted As I Needed.

And Then You Were There, This Bright, Squirming Little Thing On The Ground, Newly Hatched And Still Soft. It’s A Miracle Nobody Found You. A Miracle The Luusi Didn’t Squish You. The Twin Gods Weren’t For Us Jades, But I Was Tempted To Thank Them Anyways. I Swaddled You Up And Hid You As I Could.

I Knew I’d Have To Leave. It Feels Awful To Tell You This, But I Thought About. Well. Turning You In, To Phrase It Carefully. For A Little While. It Was Terrifying, Loving Someone Who I Knew Would Irreversibly Change My Life, But I Couldn’t Do That To You. Never Ever.

I Think The Other Jades Thought I Died. Or Was Taken. Or Culled. If I Remember Correctly, One Of Them Saw Me After You Started Your Sermons. I Miss Her. I’ll Have To Try Think Of Her Name. She Was Beautiful; You Would’ve Liked Her, I Feel. Very Kind. Warm, In That Particular Way Jades Are Meant To Be. But I Think She Meant It When She Hugged Me.

You Know How Proud I Am Of You, Don’t You? You Were The Most Amazing Thing To Watch Grow. Develop. You Took Others In So Graciously I Almost Felt Jealous. You Lit Up Every Hive You Were Invited Into. I Was Terrified Every Time That Now Will Be The Time They Take You. Now Will Be The Time I Lose You. The Leader Of A Rennaisance. A Revolutionary Who Was So Sure In What He Was Doing It Was Impossible Not To Believe You. My Son, Who I Would Rip Hundreds Of Highbloods Apart For. My Son, Who Blessed Me So Completely That Not Once Did I Regret My Decision, Once It Was Made. My Son, Who I Miss Every Single Day.

I’ve Memorised Your Hymn. I Listen To It, Sometimes, But Unfortunately, Human Bodies Are Very Prone To Dehydration. I Dream About You, On Occasion. I Hope You Found Your Friends. I Hope You Found A Group That Loves You As You Deserve To Be Loved.

I Hope You’re Happy, My Son. There’s Little In This World I Want More Than For You To Be Happy.

Yours Infinitely, Your Mother.