Rubber Soul. Just when he thought he had seen the last of her. She really was a stubborn one, wasn’t she? He thought it would have been easy to avoid her, but clearly, karma had other plans. ❝ I would ask if you’re following me again, but we know the answer to that one already. So tell me, Rubber, what brings you here this time? Don’t worry. I won’t attack you, I’m feeling under the weather and you aren't worth the effort right now.  ❞

@slimergirl ♡’d

@slimergirl

Years of abusing his physical limitations where sleep was concerned had more than accustomed Terence D’Arby to waking up in odd positions. Bent over his desk. At the foot of a hotel single. Head thrown back in a chair. On these occurrences, however, he had always found himself waking alone, and in much the same mind as he had been when even his ferocious concentration had temporarily given out.

Never before had he awakened to find himself in a place he ought not to be. Not since the hospital in Cairo. 

When his eyes fluttered open, then, Terence’s first sensation was one of panic, and he immediately jolted upright.

Tried to, rather. He was lying in awkward position and his limbs felt heavy and disjointed and there was a searing ache lapping at his temples and a noxious heat coursing in his stomach, to the effect that when he forced himself upward the sudden knowledge of these conditions slowed his movements to a stop.

Not since the hospital in Cairo. His mouth was dry. 

™ // slimergirl :3c

Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours. 

“Hey there buddy, best friend, dude, my man, my dude, gamer, gamer boy, pal, D’Arbs, lil’ dude, my … uh … well, I can’t remember all of them.” 

So, the day has come and this blog has turned one year old! *insert some loud Judas Priest music*

I can’t believe it’s been a year already since I officially joined the jojo rpc! I remember being super nervous and anxious more than usual in me when I first did for a lot of reasons (I was completely new to the jjba rpc, i was also worried about not being good enough to do some justice to good ole Robert even when I’ve had him for years now, and so on), but I’m glad I did, because I’ve met a lot of awesome and super talented people! I haven’t been able to talk a lot with as many of you as I’d have liked to because I’m still a shy butt whose social anxiety and poor social skills usually get the best of him buuuuuuut that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy seeing y’all and your lovely muses and blogs in my dash!! This whole year, with all it’s ups and downs, has been a blast!

I suck at coming up with the right words for this sort of stuff so I’d like to thank each and everyone of you for sticking around and bearing with us all this time!! As well as to make some special mentions, first of all, to some of the first people my muse and I interacted with here and made us feel super welcome:

@luminescentlight @musaesidereum @xgodlike @wildberryoras @notsodaily-smolkakyoin @bento-doujinka @slimergirl @jonamama @ayeayesxr @master-of-za-warudo @poncylookingredhead @wretchedstar @insatiablelustforpower @bubblemom​

As well as other equally special mentions:

@thecutestmonkeygirl @noneedforplans @j-onawagon @yarewagon @collectioexfortuna / @baglioresole @starsoveratlas @eternaleyes-blindskies @ask-my-twisted-creations @jigento  @tinymischiefmaker / @imhereforthefish @data-cat @pillxrmutt @silvercharict @hierophvnted @moetxchandon / @maqamir @unkemptflora @hairnado-deluxe @mxxdy-blues @suntrailed @regularlyscheduledjolynemom @badlydrawnjojo2star @justachildofthemoon @dongiornogiovanna @mudoro @badlydrawncollegekira @eyesofcuriosity @notsodailystroheim @animacontinens @brusquc @abmetus @afternoonlymikitaka @reinedusang @daisaishi @fulladaisical @vampirejoestar @detectivewritten @scftnwet @chopperpirate @noircixcafard @bd-champagne-punk @little-speedwagon as well as everyone else I forgot to add because I’m a klutz with a terrible memory 8′D along with every partners who deactivated their accounts and I could no longer tag in here (I also know some of the blogs I tagged are no longer active but I wanted to put them here either way because they deserve to be mentioned)

I know we haven’t interacted with some of you (yet) but please know that we enjoy seeing you all in the dash and would love to interact with you sometime!!! And to those who we’ve already interacted with (via roleplay, rbs, occasional ooc talk, sharing hcs and whatnot), we’ve had a lot of fun every single time we’ve done so and we hope we can continue to interact with you all (even if it takes me 24 years to reply ic and/or ooc every time :’D)!!!

I’d also like to thank everyone who’s ever taken some time out of their day to send us asks or tag us in posts or to simply drop a message and talk to us and send some love towards Robert :D It really means a lot to both of us, mun and muse, and we truly appreciate it!!! I hope we’ve been able to brighten your day as much as you guys have brightened ours countless times already. Same goes for every follower of this blog!! It doesn’t matter if we haven’t interacted at all. The sole fact that you’re here with us means a lot and we’d like to thank you all for being here!!!

Thank you so much for making this year such a great one and for making this experience such an amazing one as well!! Here’s to many more years and many more bizarre adventures!! >:D  that was cheesy af, i know ;;;;;

@slimergirl

“Rubber, you don’t look Egyptian. Where did you live before coming to Egypt?” Knowing your coworkers made working with them slightly less mind numbing boring. He didn’t count on making friends with any of them; he wasn’t waiting for a miracles. The people his father hired were usually, him including, scum of the earth people that no one else could begin to tolerate. Birds of a feather flock together.

slimergirl

"B-being better, is it?"

The fact that he had managed to verbalize at all came as something of a shock, but Terence, as if little more than a spectator of his own actions, found himself pleasantly surprised - curious to see what else he could manage without falling back into the revere that had threatened to overwhelm him. Or, perhaps it had. Perhaps he had truly given in when, almost automatically he had drained the glass that had been given to him and motioned vaguely for something to replace it. But no matter what the truth, a strange kind of will had taken root within him - an odd kind of revival had taken place. He realized quite suddenly that Rubber Soul, despite being the catalyst for his still trembling shoulders, had the capacity to prove something useful as well: a distraction, from these and other symptoms.

It was his injuries which had served last time. It was the pain. But Terence wasn't in any physical pain at the moment. Rather, it seemed to him that he had never had less of a physical presence. But. He still had words. They were still obeying him.

"You know, you really shouldn't downplay your own philosophy, Soul. Striving for perfection. Wanting to overcome your previous self." He smirked. "Who knew you were so motivated.

"But you're a bit late if you want to inspire me. I've always lived by that philosophy. Ever since I was a child. Ever since I realized I was a stand user in a family of stand users, and it was my responsibility to utilize my abilities as I saw fit. Day by day, I let nothing distract me from the path I had chosen for myself. No distractions, no lesser obligations - no supposed physical limitations, or mental ones. Not once did I allow myself to grow complacent with my level of skill - never did I stop believing there was something better to obtain if I only worked to obtain it ..."

He took a choked breath. His hands were white fists on the counter before him.

"Not only in matters of my stand. In everything! No one could possibly understand the level of dedication I put into my hobby ... my collection. Every detail was ... they were perfect. Improving all the time ... some, never able to be improved upon ..."

Terence never once looked at Rubber Soul, but his voice became wretchedly intimate as it began to break.

"And you know what happened? ... Everything that I had created, everything that I had achieved for myself ... that I had striven for ...

"... it was stolen from me. It was all ... stolen from me. D-dammit. Even he was ..."

“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.” // slimergirl. u know EXACTLY what this is

      “Rubber,” his face is pressed against her as if his only means to survive is the sound of her blood being forced to animate a body she could easily abandon if she chose to. But if she did that. If she did that - “I’m glad you’re alive. I am. Believe me, I am. I want you alive.” 

[ to all the jojo rp blogs that have followed me back here: this is my main for @slimergirl gbhdbg please follow my beautiful trans woman rubber she’s in sideblog hell, ]