unstablesweets:

infalliblefactotum:

It was raining. Factus bobbed up the the surface of the water and flapped his fins as he looked up at the pouring down sky. Groaning, he resumerged himself and swam along right under the surface of the breaking water. The rain didn’t really effect the sea too terrible much. If there was a floor somewhere it would flush all that landweller’s trash and dirt and everything would be murky for a while. The bigger more dangerous fish would be out excepting the more timid fish to be out in the rain which would never happen as the rain was far too loud so the sea would be coloured with the blood of big dead fish after being attacked by other big dumb fish or an oppertunistic troll. Factus could see why some of his fellow seadwellers hated the landwellers so much on rainy days like this. Its not like they went up on land and threw their trash in their breathing air. He made it to land without much trouble. In fact, it was easier to when everything was dry.   

He wouldn’t be alone on the shore. Another troll struggled along, fighting against the storm to try and make headway on crossing the beach. Upon noticing the surfacing seadweller, she stopped, watching him for a few moments before gradually making her way over.

“Hey! Are you alright?”

Pushing clumps of wet hair away from her eyes, she looked up at him with concern. Kirsch didn’t really know all that much about sea trolls, but it didn’t seem likely they would just come around on land without a reason, especially on as bad a day as this. If something was wrong, it couldn’t be ignored.

Hopefully he wouldn’t attack her, though. That wouldn’t be pleasant.

Factus mind was else where. It was really the rain. It made him thoughtful. Though that could have been a trait of his fellows. There was something about there being water floating down in the landwellers home that was strangely stasisfing. He was lost so much in thought that he didn’t hear the troll coming up to him. His fins flared up in surprise when she spoke.

“Fact: I’m Fin—Erm Fine. Fact: I Am Fine,” He stumbled over his words but turned about smoothly to face her, “Fact: I’m Looking For Someone.”

He looked her up and down from behind his tinted lens, his fins still opened as far as they would go.

geniushacker:

infalliblefactotum:

The light from your waterproof husktop illuminated your pink flushed face. Your mind was whirling. This was all so exciting! You didn’t normally pander to the old fashioned believes of your sea dwelling brethren who believe in fate and unchangeable destiny. This was no proof that kind of this existed but….

There was no proof it didn’t exist. You closed your husktop with a satisfying snap and tuck it in a groove in the wall of the rock the resembled a shelf, conveniently enough. You, gracefully and if you may say yourself acrobatically, swam up to the top of the channel you were in. It was lucky for you that you had been in a part of the cave closest to the shore, though that wasn’t saying much. You had a long swim ahead of you. You turned your glasses on with a shake and their dim pink light lit the way for you and to keep the signal of your mysterious new acquaintance.

By the time you made it to shore you were exhausted. You pulled yourself up the sandy beach, getting yourself tangled in the jumble of debris that had washed up shortly after you. You cursed between panting, trying to untangle yourself. You looked, quite frankly, ridiculous. Your suit heavy and wet out of the water and flamboyant wetsuit covered in sand; you finally untangled yourself. Standing up, you made a attempt to brush you’re self off but quickly abandoned that task. You flipped your damp hair about with a webbed clawed hand, hitting the side of your glasses with the other. The surface caused them to go on the fritz and you were loosing signal.

Oh, this wasn’t good. You lost the signal. How were you ever going to find them now? It had only been a few minutes ago that you made arrangements for a rendez-vouz and you would track them through the signal transmitted by whatever sort of portable computer they had on them. The last you saw, they were near the shoreline. It wasn’t too long of a flight and you figured they wouldn’t have gotten that far by now, so you head out to find them on the beach.

From the sky, elevated by your glowing wings, you could see lots of things. Debris, fallen off of something, littered the shoreline, a travesty that. Once you set your plans in motion you should probably do something about that. You scanned along until you found a figure standing upright on the beach. That must have been your new acquaintance. You swooped down, landing close, but not too close, then waved your hand.

Ah, hello. You’re the, uh, fellow I was speaking with earlier, yes?

You kept up hitting your glasses for a solid minute before giving up. You scowled as you went back to teasing your hair with your claws. You were thinking how terribly useful if would be if the land was just underwater so then your hair would never be messed up like this when something caught your eye just above the horizon. You took your glasses off and made an attempt to clean them on your damp jacket. You put them back one. They were worse than before so that was really rather pointless. You couldn’t see clearly what was flying at you without them or with them so you just waited, your bottom teeth jutted out between your lips in a pose of defense. You did that without thinking about it of course, something instinctual. The thing that was just a blueish blur became clearer and clearer until it landed a yard or so in front of you. It waved.

You turned your snarl into a quick grin, your fins picking up.

Fact: I Think That I Am. 

You gave a sort of half mock bow to your new aquianence, not yet moving towards him. His strange apperence had you on edge. 

Fact: People Can Die…If You Hug Them Hard Enough. 

(omg have i seeeeeen it yet??? gimme hands!)

It was raining. Factus bobbed up the the surface of the water and flapped his fins as he looked up at the pouring down sky. Groaning, he resumerged himself and swam along right under the surface of the breaking water. The rain didn’t really effect the sea too terrible much. If there was a floor somewhere it would flush all that landweller’s trash and dirt and everything would be murky for a while. The bigger more dangerous fish would be out excepting the more timid fish to be out in the rain which would never happen as the rain was far too loud so the sea would be coloured with the blood of big dead fish after being attacked by other big dumb fish or an oppertunistic troll. Factus could see why some of his fellow seadwellers hated the landwellers so much on rainy days like this. Its not like they went up on land and threw their trash in their breathing air. He made it to land without much trouble. In fact, it was easier to when everything was dry.   

The light from your waterproof husktop illuminated your pink flushed face. Your mind was whirling. This was all so exciting! You didn’t normally pander to the old fashioned believes of your sea dwelling brethren who believe in fate and unchangeable destiny. This was no proof that kind of this existed but….

There was no proof it didn’t exist. You closed your husktop with a satisfying snap and tuck it in a groove in the wall of the rock the resembled a shelf, conveniently enough. You, gracefully and if you may say yourself acrobatically, swam up to the top of the channel you were in. It was lucky for you that you had been in a part of the cave closest to the shore, though that wasn’t saying much. You had a long swim ahead of you. You turned your glasses on with a shake and their dim pink light lit the way for you and to keep the signal of your mysterious new acquaintance.

By the time you made it to shore you were exhausted. You pulled yourself up the sandy beach, getting yourself tangled in the jumble of debris that had washed up shortly after you. You cursed between panting, trying to untangle yourself. You looked, quite frankly, ridiculous. Your suit heavy and wet out of the water and flamboyant wetsuit covered in sand; you finally untangled yourself. Standing up, you made a attempt to brush you’re self off but quickly abandoned that task. You flipped your damp hair about with a webbed clawed hand, hitting the side of your glasses with the other. The surface caused them to go on the fritz and you were loosing signal.

Factus woke up. He couldn’t remember falling asleep but that was something that surely must have happened. He stretched his fins and his legs and his arms from the tip of his head to the tip of his toes he stretched like a meowbeast in the water until every joint was sufficiently woken up. He shook his glasses and they gave him a weak response. He was too far down in his cavernous hive to receive a connection of any sort. He sat there. Thinking. And just listening to the water around him, he really didn’t feel like moving or anything he thought about going back to sleep or going deeper into the cave when his stomach reminded him with a quick sharp pain that it existed. With a sigh, he kicked off the rock that had been his bed and shot up the cavern like a bullet. His pink tweed suit fluttered up the top of his head.

While Factus was quick in the water like an eel and just as nimble he wasn’t very strong a quick current had him head over heals like a yellow-blood in the spring. He gave a couple of quick glubs, blood pumping from the leap upward as he swam laboriously up over the top of his deep sea cave home. Any sort of fish was frankly inedible to him he knew for a fact that troll who naturally lived at this depth could eat the bony spiny blind fish that lived here but he was unable to. Getting his suit down where it belongs he stuck his arms at his side to keep it there and swam like a hissbeast through the water, alternating his leg kicks between quick tiny ones and one big one. He would let himself fall in the water and give a big kick followed by quick tiny ones.

It must have been fairly early, because he met no one on his swim. An occasional school of fish passed by which he made attempt to catch one but they were too fast. He needed a lazier prey the kind of fish that got itself drunk of the rays of the sun, closer to the shore. He swam like that until something unusual caught his pinkening yellow eyes. There was a massive gash in the ground beneath him like someone had taken a dagger and just slashed and slashed deeply at that. Factus began to swim down towards it. The water looked black as cuttlefish ink at the other end.

( I can switch to second person if you like I was just really in a third person mood!!)

i cant even sleep i mean i could but like i should until mom get s home like fuvk wopwe sadddddddddddddddddd uhg i should wrote i ds up a post)))

((wow tumblr doesnt have to delete asks like it could just say heay fav5tfsce fgetoff line yiU wow))