Drabbles of a Genius

So. I’m not dead, surprisingly. Then again, I’m not entirely sure I can say the same...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 21:33:25 -0500

So.

I’m not dead, surprisingly.

Then again, I’m not entirely sure I can say the same for my followers.

Any of you guys still kicking, or should I accept what fate has given to me?

I AM NOT THROWING A TANTRuM, LITTLE DESTROYER.

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 17:38:22 -0400

Yes you are.

Take a breather, Jesus Christ.

jakeadventures: Ahora te sigue tactfultechnician. Hey strider, long time no talk how have you...

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 17:06:10 -0400

jakeadventures:

Ahora te sigue tactfultechnician.

Hey strider, long time no talk how have you been?

Isn’t that the truth. Haven’t really finagled with a Jake in a while.

I’ve been pretty good, just busy as fuck.

Actually, no.

I’ve been bored out of my mind.

((Promoting this gr8 Jake!!!))

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 17:05:12 -0400

((Promoting this gr8 Jake!!!)):

Seriously, this Jake is excellent. You should follow him.

drinkophile started following you Oh, hey, Ro-Lal. Good to see you. Thanks for following.

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 18:36:27 -0400

drinkophile started following you

Oh, hey, Ro-Lal. Good to see you.

Thanks for following.

OOC // Reblog if you're an RP blog so I can follow you/find more people to interact with!

Fri, 03 Aug 2012 16:12:05 -0400

eccentricbiologist:

I would really appreciate the help, guys. ; v ;

Putting this here again.

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 12:08:45 -0400

Putting this here again.:

This is my new John blog. u v u I’ll be spending time working on it and interacting! Right now, I’m following back every rp blog that follows me, so there’s that, if you actually care about follower count.

OOC // John blog!

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 22:25:50 -0400

OOC // John blog!:

So, I’ve gotten a lot of good comments on my John, so I decided to make a blog for him!

Follow, interact, do whatever. u v u It’s all good.

arachnophiliac: tactfultechnician: Minus you. You’re fairly awesome. Fairly???????? Ok, very. I...

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:40:49 -0400

arachnophiliac:

tactfultechnician:

Minus you.

You’re fairly awesome.

Fairly????????

Ok, very.

I think you gave me a scar during our last macking session.

Put the word 'Obey:' next to a command in my ask box and I have to do it.

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:39:12 -0400

titaniumtwin replied to your post: titaniumtwin liked your post: Jesus, I never… no. Listen,...

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:34:21 -0400

titaniumtwin replied to your post: titaniumtwin liked your post: Jesus, I never…

no.

Listen, buddy.
If you need me to beat the shit out of anyone, I’m all up for it.

arachnophiliac replied to your post: Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could...

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:32:30 -0400

arachnophiliac replied to your post: Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have…

Rude.

Minus you.

You’re fairly awesome.

titaniumtwin liked your post: Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have… You alright,...

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:30:46 -0400

titaniumtwin liked your post: Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have…

You alright, kiddo?

True/False game. Make an assumption in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:29:57 -0400

Huh. Sounds fun.

Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have such a bitchy descendant.

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:27:21 -0400

Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have such a bitchy descendant.

Why the fuck not.

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 16:31:29 -0400

A: Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?
B: Do you miss your ex? What would you do to get them back?
C: If you had to choose between your best friend or your significant other dying, who would you choose?
D: Everyone has a few demons, what's your worst one?
E: Have you ever cheated on somebody?
F: Are you a virgin?
G: Do you believe in ghosts?
H: If you knew your girlfriend/boyfriend would be truly happier without you, would you leave?
I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?
J: If you sold your soul, what would it be for?
K: Would you ever kill someone? What would be a good reason?
L: Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?
M: Is there anything that you'd never do for any amount of money?
N: Would you consider yourself vain or narcissistic?
O: Are you open minded, or do you judge people and things before you give them a chance?
P: Politics, what are your thoughts on them?
Q: Do you prefer peace and quiet, or loud chaos?
R: Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in a god?
S: What is your sexual preference (straight, gay, bi, pan, ace)?
T: What is your favorite sexual position?
U: Has anyone you knew ever died? If so, who?
V: Do you ever want children?
W: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
X: Do you do drugs? Drink? Smoke?
Y: Is there anything you wouldn't do for love?
Z: Would you ever have sex for money?

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 16:29:05 -0400

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> You hesitate when he kisses you, the soft innocence of the prior kiss seemingly disappearing with the lingering of his lips against yours. You don’t mind it — you just wanted to be close to him, regardless of the situation. Soon enough, he’s leaning close into you, and you caress his chest with your thumb, other arm holding him against you. It felt safe — calm. It was relaxing to you, being here and quiet with him. Your eyes drift closed as your lean your head against his, your breathing softened to a near silent sound. He begins to speak, his words soft and wonderful, bringing a warm feeling to your chest as you smile, peppering kisses to his neck.

His lovely metaphor — him being a songbird that just found it’s voice — was more meaningful to you than it should have been. You were his voice. His reason. Everything he had ever strived for and more. And he was yours. You found solace in the fact that he loved you as much as you loved him — it was what you had always dreamed. You always pictured this, minus the tears. A happy family that loved each other. It was the innocent little hope of a child without a family, but you didn’t mind how childish the idea was. It was real. It happens and it’s happening now. He’s right here for you, and that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

He begins to sing — a familiar lullaby that you have slept to since a little kid. You always played it, as well as others, before you went off to sleep. It relaxed you in ways neither Squarewave nor Sawtooth could. No amount of holding or soft rapping could amount to what those videos were capable of for you. You stay quiet as he sings, only speaking up to softly sing the melody with him before you quiet down again.

No matter what obstacles were thrown in front of either of you, you would never stop loving each other. No matter what.

That was the song from my eighth birthday’s video.

I actually remember it.

I remember every rise and fall in the lyric.

But…

Mostly your voice.

It was all I really cared about.

> You smile before looking up to him, a solemn expression dawned on your face. You feel like you’re about to cry again, and, of course, you feel a tear drifting down your cheek. Your amber eyes were glazed over with the salty water, and you swallowed down a sob, leaning forward to press your forehead to his again.

I love you more than anything, Dave.

I’ve dreamt about this for years. Ever since I first found those boxes.

I love you.

I don’t care how many times I say it.

I just want you to know.

I love you. So much.

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 15:11:54 -0400

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> When you realize he’s crying, you try to steel your nerves, eyes closing and a small smile gracing your lips with each little kiss to your face. With his words, you realize that he had been waiting for this, just as much as you were. And it hurt. It hurt to think that you had to go through hell and back just to see him in person. If only the fucking Batterwitch hadn’t existed, there might have been hope for you actually meeting him. You might have even grown up with his company, rather than the videos he had left for you in his absence. But you don’t regret them. You don’t regret what happened, because neither of you could help it. And you fell for this person — all through a T.V. screen. He’s yours. He’s your family and your protection and everything you had ever hoped for. He has been there for you, even if it was in an indirect manner. It was all he could do. And those videos became your own little treasure. They were your comfort when stress overcame you. You still had them, up until the game began. And you miss them.

But you didn’t need them anymore. He’s right here. Right here and he memorized a lullaby. He fills the void that those videos held, and now you want nothing more than…well, him. He’s all you want. You want your brother. Someone you love more than anything because he’s yours. You’re his. And you have each other.

Your fingers curl into his shirt as he bumps foreheads with you, tears streaming down his face. You simply close your eyes and hold him close, breath evening out. Your eyes burn from straining them so hard with your sobs, but you try your hardest to ignore the pain, focusing yourself on your brother and everything that he is.

Yours.

You don’t need to apologize for anything.

None of it was you fault.

I should be thanking you for everything. You gave me hope and you were there when I needed you, even if you don’t think you were.

Those videos were my shelter and my safe haven. I wouldn’t trade them for anything, especially since I didn’t know that I’d ever meet you.

But I hoped.

When you said that you died, and that it wasn’t a possibility, I just about fucking lost it.

I…

I was miserable. I couldn’t imagine not meeting someone that I loved so much and so dearly — it destroyed me to think that it would never happen.

Haha, shit, I hit a really low point in my life after watching that video.

But I don’t care about it anymore.

> You remove your forehead from his, moving to rest your head on his shoulder as you lay quietly. You allow the soft rubbing to your back to calm you down a little as you breathe softly against him, eyes opening for a moment as you look up to him and smile. In one soft, quick motion, you lay a chaste kiss to his lips, trying to tell him that you were there and nothing would change that. And nothing was going to take him away from you. You lay your head back onto his shoulder and close your eyes again, sighing as another tear runs down your cheek and onto his shirt.

Regardless of what’s in the past, you’re here now.

You’re alive.

That’s all I ever wanted. I just wanted to meet you and know that my hope wasn’t wasted on a lost cause.

Because you’re all I’ve ever hoped for and all I’ve ever wanted.

> Your voice cracks with that sentence, and you silently curse yourself for the childish gesture. You nuzzle up against his neck, smiling innocently as you inhale a shaky breath, removing a hand from around him to place it on his chest, clinging lightly.

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 13:47:34 -0400

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> You know he’s trying to soothe you, but it just wasn’t working. Not how he wanted it to. You couldn’t stop crying — there was no way that you were going to anytime soon. Not in such a situation where you’ve finally met someone that was practically a legend for you. When you’re pulled into his arms, you cling to him tightly, crying into his shoulder as you apologize over and over, nuzzling your head against him. You wanted this to last as long as possible, and you refused to wake up from this dream. It was too real. Too much like what you had wanted for years. The soft touches to your hair earn a soft whimper as you lean into his touch, closing your eyes and keeping yourself from apologizing further, because he doesn’t deserve that.

I love you. I love you so much.

> You nuzzle against his shoulder, letting the tears freely drop as you wrap your arms around him, holding onto him tightly and rocking with him. Your eyes sting from crying, and you have a slight headache from all the strain. You try to relax yourself, allowing your muscles to relax as you practically melt against him. You cling to the soft fabric of his shirt, trying to let his words calm you down as you shakily inhale against him, pressing your forehead to his neck and breathing erratically. He’s here now. He’s here and for you.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I love you, Dave.

Fuck, I only know you from those videos, but I love you so much.

Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. Not like this.

This isn’t how it should have gone. I shouldn’t have come off so fucking weak.

> You look up to him, eyes red and watery as you shake your head, trying to catch your breath before you bury your head back against him. You squeeze him tightly, peppering kisses to his shoulder and chin, constantly thanking him.

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 13:00:15 -0400

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> When he says your name, you freeze, the familiar sound from those years of videos he left for you flooding back to your memory. You just kind of gape at him, your full body tense and unmoving. It’s not possible, it’s not fucking possible. But they way he says your name screams familiar, and it almost hurts to hear it. You’ve dreamt of this. Hearing him say your name in person. You wanted it more than anything in the world, and here he was. You watch as he flips the paper over, soon scribbling out another comic — those all too familiar characters in a situation that you’ve never seen before. Your eyes widen at the picture before you hear him again, his voice soft and humble — just like in the videos. You sit quietly as he sings, your face contorting as you feel a sting in your eyes. Your lips part slightly as you bring a hand up to slowly take off your shades — you wanted him to see you for what you were. He memorized it. His voice was soft and so very safe to you.

You feel a drop of water running down your cheek, but make no move to wipe it away. You just wanted to listen to him. That was all you wanted. You laugh lightly and playfully, smiling like you did when you first saw his videos. And, softly and with complete memorization, you mimic his voice.

“Goodnight, Dirk.”

“And I love you. So much.”

> With that, you break down, burying your head in your hands, your body convulsing with sobs. You didn’t want to come off as so pathetic to him, but there was nothing else you could do. You’ve wanted this since you first found those boxes — since you first heard his voice. You love him. You love him more than anything in the world. This was all you wanted — to hear him speaking to you in person. So you could finally be with him somehow.

I’m sorry.

Fuck, I’m sorry.

> What were you apologizing for? You weren’t too sure. You acted like an asshole to him, this person that you’ve wanted to meet your whole life.