paradisalost | Entries tagged with tavros nitram

totesadorkabull.livejournal.com

uMM, i CAN SEE THAT PEOPLE ARE TALKING OVER THIS, uHH THIN BOOK, tHROUGH WRITING THINGS,
sO IF SOMEONE CAN READ THIS i NEED SOME ASSISTANCE, mAYBE,
i'VE FALLEN, a LITTLE, aND i DON'T THINK i CAN GET BACK UP RIGHT NOW,
mY FOUR WHEELED DEVICE ISN'T ANYWHERE, tHAT i CAN SEE, aND i THINK i NEED IT, aGAIN,
bECAUSE MY LEGS AREN'T WORKING, aND ALSO THEY FEEL KIND OF, uMM SOFT,
lIKE THEY AREN'T METAL, aNYMORE,
(tHEY WEREN'T METAL, lAST i REMEMBER, bUT THAT WAS DIFFERENT, aND COMPLICATED, uHH,)
iF THERE IS ANYONE WHO ISN'T BUSY, i WOULD APPRECIATE, iF YOU COULD HELP, a LITTLE,

((ooc: text permissions post in case anyone missed it))

rocketchair.livejournal.com

( Rhyme )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[There is a troll in the laundry room right now, sitting in his wheelchair ... and kind of trying to pull his legs up further towards his body, as the water and bubbles are rising very quickly to the level where he might get his feet wet. It's not going so well, though.

There might also be a couple of ducks quacking and fluttering loudly on top of the machines.

... Someone needs to teach this boy how to do laundry. He just wanted to wash his clothes so he looked fancy for his date sometime soon ;A;]

Uhh ... I don't think they're supposed to, uh, do that ...

[ooc: Tags will be a bit slow since I'll be in class until later tonight. ♥]

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[If you happen to look up above in the skies today, Paradisians, you might see ... probably one of the stranger things in your life. Not only is there a gray guy with a bright red mohawk flying around with giant butterfly wings, but he also has giant horns the size of a goalpost. How does that guy not just fall right out of the sky??! I guess we will never know.

Either way, he's just flying around, maybe doing a few loop-de-loops in the sky as he goes. Care to bother him?]

[ooc: Pupa Pan is here! :D And by Pupa Pan, I really mean Tavros in Pupa Pan's body. His legs are still not working and he's still kind of shy and a social failure.

BUT AT LEAST HE'S BUFF.]

rocketchair.livejournal.com

( ALL TROLLS + HUMANS FROM HOMESTUCKVERSE )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

~~( Vriska )~~

( FIltered to trolls who aren't Vriska or Gamzee )

☻ confused

thiefoflight.livejournal.com

[Dictated, in that likely obnoxious voice of hers, as holier-than-thou as ever.]

Wow, so I'm pretty surprised all of you haven't been complaining as much as I think you would.

Tell me, Paradisa. Are you so enamored with your maternal and paternal instincts that you just shut up for eight minutes and actually focus on something super special?

Or did you all just toss your wrigglers into a dumpster and shrug it off like nobody's business?

[Laughter goes here, as haughty and confident as ever.]

I doubt I'd ever fail at this! Man, you don't know what I would--

Uhh, Vriska, I think, uhh, this is the third time, uhh, today, uh, that it's barfed on me...

SO CLEAN IT UP ALREADY!! Damn it, Tavros!

[And the journal gets thrown off to the side... Feel free to comment on their parenting techniques.]

_{(ooc. VRISKA AND TAVROS SURE HAD A GRUB TOGETHER. oh, nice and chubby baby!

note: both kayla and I will be a little on the slow side, but-- by means, hit them up. dysfunction, get!)}

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[ Filtered to friends of Tavros ]

sO, uHHH, yEAH,
i RECENTLY, aCQUIRED SOMETHING,
tHAT MIGHT INTEREST YOU,
aND, mAYBE, iMPROVE MY, eRR, REPUTATION,
a LITTLE BIT,
aS A COOL GUY,
uHHH, yEAH,
iT'S CALLED A MOTORCYCLE,
sO, iF YOU WANT A RIDE,
i WILL GIVE YOU ONE,
bECAUSE, tHAT WOULD BE,
uHHH, pRETTY COOL,
oF ME, tO DO,
aND YOU WILL PROBABLY, uHH,
hAVE FUN, dOING IT,
yEAH, aNYWAYS,
lET ME KNOW,

equestrian-envy.livejournal.com

[So guess whose been spending his time making something he realized he didn't even really want to begin with? This guy. Yep. He got it into his head that he wanted to make some kind of two wheeled device, but, not THAT type of chair like device you might think of right away. This thing is built for speed. Equius had gotten the urge to see what this castle gave him when asking for concepts for transportation devices. And the castle seemed to think motorcycles were what Equius meant. It wasn't really, but they worked for what he wanted to work on.]

[Though, turns out he could careless for going fast, or driving, but building the thing was extremely interesting and having a broad range of things he could make seemed beneficial. Equius DID try the thing though. And after a good deal of crashing and fixing the bike, as well a trying to make sure it was working exactly how he wanted, he finally finished the bike. He did have to recolour it after he figured out who to give it too.]

[He would much rather have it be used then to just sit in his lab. And besides, if it just sat there, he'd end up taking it apart anyways.]

[To be true, he could have asked for a bike from the castle. BUT, making one meant he could make every little thing exactly how he wanted it. So, you might see Equius outside the castle somewhere with an orange (yes, a horrid colour, I know) one of these.]

[He looks to be making final adjustments here and there before he crouches in a squatting position and takes out his journal to write in an entry.]

( Tavros )

[OOC: Anyone can bother him, even if he'd rather not be bothered. But since when do I care what he wants?]

rocketchair.livejournal.com

WHO Tavros (

rocketchair) and Vriska (

thiefoflight )
WHAT Tavros wants to apologize. Then proceeds to accidentally annoy Vriska.
WHERE On Trollian.
WHEN Last night.
RATING PG-13 for language.

( You don't know a lot of things until I show you for the 8etter! )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

WHO; Tavros (

rocketchair) and Karkat (

peroxicide)
WHAT; OH GOD GIRLS WHAT DO
WHERE; On Trollian!
WHEN; RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
RATING; PG-13 for mild language from kidlets

( HALP )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[somewhere in the games room, there are two aliens sitting in front of a big tv with controllers. they're playing an easily recognizable game ... or starting to, anyways! they're on the character selection screen.]

uHH, oKAY, nOW WE HAVE TO,
UHH, pICK A CHARACTER,

........

[Yuki simply stares at the screen in her usual silence. There isn't any way to determine statistics from pictures alone, so after a minute or so she'll pick the one that is either a robot or a person in a robotic suit.]

( OOC cut for length )

[Oh nooo robot-suit-person is going flying to the other edge of the platform.]

... Ah. My percentage went up. [She'll point at the bottom of the screen.]

mAYBE, uHH, tHAT'S THE,
eRR, pERCENT, oF HOW MUCH,
tHEY ARE HURT,
oVERALL,

[he pauses]

uHH, sORRY,
i DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT, tHOUGH,
uHH, tHE HITTING THING,

peroxicide.livejournal.com

Who: ALL 12 TROLLS + 3 KIDS + DAVESPRITE
What: Catching everyone up. Teamwork!!
When: 5th April, late evening
Where: ON THE INTERNET
Rating: PG for children with foul mouths.

--CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CG] opened a memo RIGHT NOW on board: LEMON FUCKFACE ASSHOLE BRIGADE--

( HERE BE TROLLTEXT )

( ooc: Threadjack everywhere with everything! We can assume everyone has wished up computers + Trollian/Pesterchum by this point and can get online. Also, be sure to tag yourself in!

ALSO!! Tagging in as Future Your Character is a-okay as well, from whenever later if the mood takes you. Because that's pretty hilarious. )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[alright, so tavros has been a bit more motivated to go outside and DO STUFF!!!! lately now that everything has calmed down. he has a cool landing pad thing in his room/window for his rocket chair, and he's ... gonna work on the one in the lab soon, really!

but first it's time to CUT TO THE CHASE and PRACTICE YOUR JOUSTING.

tavros has parked his rocket chair out in the lawns and is currently wielding a big jousting pole, practicing on a dummy he set up. feel free to bug him! otherwise the journal will just be picking up a lot of awkward clanging and the occasional "ow"]

psych0p0mps

[It's midnight, and that means it's St. Patrick's Day! Being mostly nocturnal of course, Aradia is wide awake doing some studying.

Suddenly: OH NO, a paper cut!]

ow

[There's a pause, though, and after a moment several bright green drops fall onto the page.]

um
it appears my blood has turned green all of a sudden
has this happened to anyone else

((ooc: One day loss start! Also, it's not just her blood but her makeup and her emblem, too.))

rocketchair.livejournal.com

( Playing Trollopoly to ease the tension... )
[LOL ARADIA, you're the best. Tavros seems cheerful!] I guess, uhh, that means I can make it out of the bank, then, heheh .... [and he goes to take some more money, but .... freezes halfway there, because GUESS WHO JUST POPPED UP IN THE ROOM?]

[Is facing the other way, whoops! But she's got an idea, and her face goes grim.] What is it?

Uh, uhh, i-it's, uh ... [yeah, he can't really form words, because this guy is terrifying, and he's coming for him ... yeah tavros is kind of shaking in fear now ;;]

[No worries, that answers her question. She whirls around, knocking the board from the table with a clatter, already firing up the time engine.] So it's you. I was wondering when we'd see you.

[There's no sound from tavros or the slender man, tavros because he's scared and unable to move, and slender man because he's just looming over them like a creep!]

[All right then let's make this happen. Aradia used TIME STOP!
.... But it had no effect on SLENDERMAN!

Although a little boggled at that, she recovers quickly. TK strangle - no effect. So she starts just throwing shit at him - the game board, the table, the door, Tavros's recuperacoon, the other door, anything she can find. Nothing works - all it accomplishes is to make a huge mess behind the creepy son of a hoofbeast, all the noise being recorded into the journal.]

[In a matter of seconds, she's exhausted most of the stuff in the room as well as her patience, and spreads her arms wide, keeping herself defiantly between Slendy and Tavros.]

Fine. I'll kill you on your own ground.

[Slenderman just stares down at her with its creepy blank face, before simply raising his arms and making tavros and himself disappear. And then just ...silence.]

hardonic.livejournal.com

Who: Anyone with a working Pesterchum or Trollian client! Which meaaaans...

dupable,

hardonic,

frostandfrogs,

peroxicide,

unironically,

rocketchair,

thiefoflight, and

ar0se. Phew!
What: Memos are fucking awesome. Dreams... not so much.
When: A little later in the afternoon of March 1st.
Where: THE INTERNETS. And their individual rooms I guess idk.
Rating: Mature for extremely vivid language, and immature for lololol eight thirteen year olds in one chatroom.

( CURRENT turntechGodhead [CTG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board CASTLE WONDERFUCK. )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

uHH, sO, i GUESS,
tHIS, iS WORTH A SHOT, aGAIN,
sINCE, iT DIDN'T, eRR,
rEALLY WORK OUT, lAST TIME,
bUT, iF ANYONE, kNOWS HOW TO,
uHHH, wORK WITH,
pROSTHETIC THINGS,
lIKE, lEGS, mORE SPECIFICALLY,
mINE, aREN'T REALLY WORKING,
aND, eRRR, iF SOMEONE,
cOULD MAYBE,
mAKE ME, sOME NEW ONES,
iF THE ONES, i HAVE, cAN'T BE FIXED,
tHAT, wOULD BE PRETTY COOL,
aND NICE OF YOU,
iF, yOU FELT LIKE IT,
uHHH, yEAH, aNYWAYS,

( filtered to TROLL CREW )

peroxicide.livejournal.com

Who:

peroxicide,

rocketchair, and

unironically
What: Fuck this shit. This shit needs organising!
When: February 23rd, evening
Where: ON THE INTERNET
Rating: PG for Karkat's foul mouth. D:B

--CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CG] opened a memo RIGHT NOW on board: SUNSHINE RUMPUS BUTT FACTORY--

( HERE BE TROLLTEXT )

rocketchair.livejournal.com

[There is a Tavros wheeling around in his wheelchair looking at all the decorations. He doesn't seem too horrified by the girly colors though -- in fact, he seems kind of awed and interested!]

wELL, uHHH,
i GUESS, bASED ON, tHE RANGE,
oF COLORS, tHAT ARE HAPPENING,
iN ALL OF THESE, dECORATIONS,
pLUS, aLL OF THE HEARTS,
i GUESS, tHIS IS PROBABLY, a HOLIDAY,
fOR mATESPIRITS, aND MOIRAILS,
bUT, eRR, tHE CASTLE IS LOOKING,
pRETTY FLUSHED, iN A POSITIVE SORT OF WAY,
dOES THAT MEAN, tHERE'S A HOLIDAY, uHH,
sPECIFICALLY, fOR BLACKROM TOO, i WONDER,

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Entries tagged with tavros nitram

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Vriska & Tavros: Welp.

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♐ [Action] [Journal Entry] - Ugh boredom, just...don't mention it...ever.

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oh god

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♈ Trolls: Get in the St. Patrick's Day spirit.

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> Dave: Pester John and Jade to ease your nerves.

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