aqua-guardian:

Nepeta, I know this is you.

Nepeta stared at the little sentence. In one moment her attitude had gone from a serene and comforting blanket, to a strangulating noose. The roar of silence fought viciously with the sound of her own static filled thoughts; gnashing, crashing, and tearing through every single one of them until the incessant ringing was the only victor standing. For the longest time remained staring at the fixed point on her screen without really seeing a thing.

The idea that she would be found out was one that had already occurred to her. Ever since she had created the blog her inner nagging voice had made her paranoid of that possibility becoming a reality. And as one by one each of her friends started following her blog, that paranoia grew. Any day she expected to be confronted; whether it was by text, through a message on tumblr, or the very next day when she saw them at school. Her first suspect for jumping her case would have been Dave, or even Dirk once he had started following her, but their fingers never pointed at her.

Eridan was the last person she expected to connect the dots between her and the blog, and all just because he saw a few rough sketches for the icon.

Her mind whirled. How could she deflect him? He seemed dead set on the fact that she ran this blog, which, she did, but he wasn't supposed to know that! What the first step to getting out of an unpleasant situation again? Denial?

With her fingers on the keys, she set to furiously typing out a response.

I'm sorry, I think you've got me confused for someone else.

Nepeta waited on edge, digging her sharp nails repeatedly into her arms to keep her grounded. Every fiber of her being willed for Eridan's reply to be the desired one. Where he apologized for the misunderstanding and went on his merry little way. Where she never heard from him again unless he sent in asks like the rest of the people on this website. And most definitely where he wouldn't continue to pester her the next day when he would see her, and thereby consequently reveal to the rest of her friends just the kind of person she really was.

No, I know I'm right. Don't think I'm a complete idiot Nepeta. I saw the drawings in your sketchbook.

She scowled at the screen. Alright, Plan A just took a nose dive out the window. Time to move on to Plan B: Counter his evidence with other possible explanations.

That could have just been someone's fanart for the blog.

Really now, this is getting ridiculous. Stop beating around the bush because I'm not going to budge.

"Of course," she hissed bitterly. "How could I forget? You're my special thorn in the side. Gotta drive yourself in deeper instead of freaking coming out like you're supposed to."

Alright fine. What the hell do you want from me?

It's about time. Honesty is the best policy you know. It actually gets you places instead of continuously running in circles.

Don't antagonize me, Ampora. Just get on with it already!

…

Fine.

Is this how you really feel?

Her brows knit together in confusion. This was sounding an awful lot more like she had just confessed her feelings to him rather than like they were having a standoff to negotiate a ransom. The fact that he knew she ran a blog about love depression meant that he was going to expect some sort of compensation in order for him to keep quiet, she just knew it.

Uh, what?

Are the things you post on this blog how you really feel?

… Yes.

His response wasn't immediate and she seriously hoped he wasn't relaying any of their conversation to anyone else. Nervously her eyes kept wandering over to her phone, searching for and hallucinating the little green light that would blink endlessly to signify a text. Twice she caught her hand before she could reach for the device to check.

When her attention finally flickered back to the computer surprise filtered through her system, quickly hardening into rage.

Let me join your blog, please. If what you say is true then I think we can work together on our problems.

What?! Hell no! If you've even bothered to read everything then you'd know that I. Don't. Like. You. I mean, you freaking bullied me and unwittingly helped worsen my depression! What makes you think I'd let you get any control over my blog?

Okay, I know I've been an ass to you in the past, and this is going to be another dick move coming from me, but if you don't let me then I'll tell everyone that you run this blog.

Her face grew warm and she inhaled sharply. Though it wasn't the kind of compensation she was expecting (she was actually thinking it'd be something more along the lines of money or that she just did his homework), Nepeta had called it. The blackmail part was undeniably cliched as well but not something she was entirely sure she could get by without repercussions. Eridan wasn't really known for lying. Avoiding the topic or stretching the truth yes, but not lying. And his evidence was constantly building up against her the longer this conversation went on.

A heavy sigh pushed its way out of her body, deflating her completely.

That's really low.

You need help Nepeta, and you know it but won't tell anyone. I could do it for you, or we could help each other by co-running this blog together.

Why should I let you be an admin though? If I were to actually consider this, blackmail aside, why should I let you join?

The need for coping in anonymity is a mutual feeling you know.

She stared at that line for a long time. It was pretty common knowledge that Eridan had major mood swings and actually was capable of feeling more than superficial feelings, it was always something he tried hard to be vocal about.

But because of it no one ever really took him seriously.

Nepeta knew she was no saint, and was just as guilty as everyone else of never believing him. But all of the recent bias was still against him and it made her wary. For all she knew, Eridan could simply pull the rug out from underneath her while she wasn't looking. Or, if she were to apply it to something that he has actually done, he could pull her tail off again.

I'll see you tomorrow, Ampora.

I'm sorry, what?

I said I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.

As quick as possible she closed the chat and logged out of tumblr. Immediately after she shut her laptop down and closed it. Nepeta flexed her fingers, shaking ever so slightly.

There was no way she could let Ampora be an admin of the blog, but there was also no way she couldn't. The guy wasn't someone who said something only to not act on it. If he really did tell everyone that she ran the blog…

-What? He was giving you a solution to get help. Two, actually.

-Will you just shut up?

-Don't get snippy with me.

-But according to you, I am you. And you are me.

-Minor details. The point is that Eridan gave you two options. Quite frankly letting him be an admin is the better of the two, if we're going down your sappy route on this.

-But it's Eridan!

-Man you're such an idiot. Can't you see that, in his own really whacked out way, he's trying to make it up to you? The guy understands when he fucks up and he actually tries to do something about it, unlike you.

Nepeta reached around her and grabbed the nearest pillow to smother herself with. Smooth, plushy fabric and padding hit her face and she groaned loudly into the object, nearly bordering on a scream. She hated how much sense her extra inner voice was making. Even though he did blackmail her, Eridan had ultimately been trying to offer her help.

"God dammit, fuck me!" she yelled into the pillow before sitting up and tossing it at her closet doors.

-I better not fucking come to regret this! I'm blaming you if I have to say I told you so.

-Haha, good one.

Nepeta cornered Eridan the first chance she got, jumping him just before he entered the commons area. Hastily she pulled out the violet handkerchief and shoved it at his chest. He gaped at her, clenching the little cloth between his thumb and the rest of his fingers while rubbing his chest slightly. Nepeta glowered at him, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and tapping her foot in a quick paced tempo.

"I'll send you an invite to be an admin," she muttered. Before Eridan could do anymore than open his mouth she added, "But I've got conditions."

His mouth closed and he nodded, staring down at her seriously.

"One, you won't turn my blog into a place for you to flirt. I've checked out your own blog and know all about it, so don't even bother with denying it. Two, you have to have a pen name that can't easily be linked back to you. Three, you can't tell anyone who I am on or outside of the blog. You got that?"

The tension eased out of Eridan's shoulders and he let out a deep breath. Slowly his head bobbed up and down, working its way up in speed until it was just a string of consistent nodding. She had to resist the urge to reach out and grasp his head between her hands just to get him to hold still.

"Yeah, I understand."

Her head jerked up and down once. With that she turned on her heel and began to walk quickly away from him. She was stopped short when he called out her name.

"Nepeta!"

She froze mid step, slowly craning her head to look back at him.

Eridan shoved his hands into the pockets of his grey pants, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his expensive looking (old man) shoes. His messenger bag hung off his right shoulder and crossed over a cream, lumpy looking blazer, the elbows patched up with chestnut colored cloth. Beneath it he wore a black shirt with an indistinguishable logo. Around his neck was an old striped scarf. Further up still were his freakishly large hipster frames, and curly brown hair with that single strip of violet swept neatly back. And with the white wall as his backdrop it took all of her willpower to not mutter aloud "Hipster" in a disgruntled tone.

However, nothing could stop her from being startled at how she had viewed him with artist eyes.

"Thanks," he said quietly, snapping her away from her thoughts. "For letting me be a member."

Scathing replies leapt to the tip of her tongue. She wanted to yell at him that he had left her no choice, that he had blackmailed her. He shouldn't be thanking her at all! Nepeta turned around, back straight as a rod and a clenched jaw expression on her face.

"Whatever."

Have you ever considered being nice to him? Maybe even once?, the nagging little voice inserted quietly as she walked away.

Just shut up, she returned coldly. Guilt trip me any other day, but right now Eridan needs to keep his word before I show him something like that. And if he doesn't then I'll hate him for the rest of my life.

The voice sighed. You're still a little hypocrite, through and through.

Only one of the many, dear annoying inner voice.

And she still hated herself all the same because of it.

lonely-hearts-club

- image - (Panel 1) The girl with a smiley face mask waves to the audience to get their attention.

(Panel 2) She pulls out a sign from off panel and it reads:

"Due to a series of strange events I have somehow found myself hosting this blog with a new admin. Feel free to ask him questions!"

(Panel 3) Admin Kitkat puts the board down and pulls a boy into the strip with her. Just like Kitkat, he wears a smiley face mask. But unlike Kitkat's mask his has a pair of glasses that are tapped in the middle. His hair is a lovely hickory color with hints of purple tips peeking out from under the mask, and he wears a stark white lab coat over a grey sweatshirt. The new admin gives a little wave.

(Panel 4) Kitkat pulls out another board that says:

"This is the Scientist. Everyone be good to him!"

#kitkat puttytat #kitkat puttytat art #new admin #the scientist #i will not be giving any explanations as to how this came about #and neither will he #lhc #lonely hearts club #lonely hearts club official business #over and out

fly-free asked:

uh, hello Scientist. welcome to the club i guess? i don't know much really. pretty new myself, but -uh- everyone deserves a nice welcome right?

lonely-hearts-club said:

Thank you, I'm pretty glad to be here myself. My timing was pretty bad for the original admin, but after pleading my case I'm glad she let me join. I promise to do this blog justice!

-the Scientist

#the scientist has spoken #ask #answered #fly-free #new admin

dave-of-guy asked:

so new guy, what makes you a lonely heart?

lonely-hearts-club said:

A lot of things I suppose. Too many things really, and most of them I can't bring myself to talk about just yet. Years of being shunned has lead to a fear of speaking about a lot of my problems. It was either "Those are just crocodile tears." or "You don't really have that." No matter where I turned all I got were doors slamming in my face.

But I suppose the biggest thing at the moment that makes me qualify for this club is one that Admin Kitkat and I share: Heartache for someone we can't have.

I told my best friend that I liked her and she broke our friendship down and is now with someone else. We still talk, still see each other, but the rift between us is undeniable. It's made me incredibly jealous and frustrated because I couldn't have what I wanted, and I took it out on someone who was facing demons that no one really knew they had. I regret it deeply, but I'd be too lucky to receive forgiveness from them.

But that's a moot point so I won't bother going further into it now.

I've found a better way to convey my feelings and this is it.

-the Scientist

#the scientist has spoken #ask #answered #dave-of-guy #new admin #hopeful but not too hopeful

And thus Eridan makes his appearance on the blog! Tbh idk how I feel about the transition of this chapter though. Did I do the confrontation justice? Could use some serious concrit, if ya'll could help me out here.

Anyways, sometime back there was a review asking if I thought about making an ACTUAL blog and the answer is YES. As a matter of fact, I went and did it the other day. The username is lonely-h34rts-club. I had to change the username there because the one I wanted was already taken, but the one here in the fic won't change because I'm kinda lazy about that. You can go there and ask questions for either me (mun Seal), Nepeta (Kitkat), or Eridan (the Scientist). Be sure to read the rp guidlines first though. And it's totally cool if you just continue to ask questions here.

Anyhow, ya'll have a good day/night ja'near, ja'far, ja'wherever you are!