it's a hole in the wall

advicebreven:

veeforvain:

Two’s better than one. Hey, sweethearts. 

I’m Vee - don’t be shy, I don’t bite. I’m pretty terrible at advice, but if you want to ask me anything, please do. Even if I can’t guarantee my responses will be anything but, uh, honest.

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HEY GIRL HEY. I am digging your tit job. Call me.

WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME FIRST just kidding, I know you’re busy, doing…whatever you do all day. Probably something illegal.

And look at you, bein’ all sweet - five stars, huh? You must want something

Okay, so I promised I’d post up some crap later, AND BOY DO I DELIVER

I thought I’d kind of flap my gums more about, well…flapping my gums. 

Normally, Vehl speech sounds sort of like howling wind - a really concentrated rumbling shaped into specific noises. I don’t know where to even start to fuck around with that. We started rigging up some crude vocal chords a couple decades back, and trying to communicate with english-speakers and likewise. It’s mostly effective. It’s not easy, I’ll fuckin’ tell you that much.

A lot of what we do is all mimic. We’re basically big, hollow balls of…somethin’. But we do have a core; I mean, I think we do. It’s all sort of done by feeling. We use this core to duplicate what we think ‘nerves’ work like:

So, we have to kind of guess how sensitive, ahem, certain parts of the human body are. It’s like asking somebody what the color green is. It’s fucking pointless. We’re running off of your reactions alone. So, our level of sensitivity is different for every individual; in the beginning, you didn’t see a lot of individuality. We were all kind of formless/shapeless, but as the years went by, family groups started to emulate human shapes, and pass them along, until it got a lot easier for the ‘kids’ to mimic on a whim. There’s still not a lot of variation among the older ones, but we tell eachother apart by our cores, firstly, not by looks. I know right, how touching.

But take my family group for instance:

Top two are my parent-figures, Delk and Uno, bottom two are my siblings, Rake and Kolie. I never said we were any good at naming eachother, by the way. 

This is NOT my sibling, but he’s creepy enough to mention. This is Liraffe, my creepy facebook stalker, if facebook were your house.

There’s a lot more variation than there used to be, so that makes things easier for us. There’s some traits that get thrown around among family groups, kind of like you’d pass along brown hair or green eyes or something, so the more family groups a pair of parent-figures have, the more you can tell that they’re related. I don’t know, I kind of like looking into it, when I’m not skankin’ around.

Anything I didn’t cover, you know the drill: holla’ at me.