#acesspaceblog | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

spacedoutman · 7 months ago

Text

(Out of character note) Hey everyone! I’ve been roleplaying as Ace from kiss immortals for awhile now but I’m going to spin some lore and stuff for this account and roleplay to hell on it.

Life’s getting batshit insane, I mean getting kicked out of my house, insane, so I want a distraction haha and just to have fun! If you want to join in, feel free to! I love group projects and we can get together and write stuff up.

But these posts will be coming! Please also note I still have yet to watch the full game playthrough so I’m probably gonna turn the universe into some eldritch horror or whatever.

So here’s to the start of a hopefully long lived writing project!

(Will be based on Kiss immortals and I’ll be going off their in game personalities)

Ace’s blog entry pt.1

Tumblr? Tumble her, Tumbled? What could that mean? Before we left—and crashed the ship, they were like:

“Hey, Ace, you into tech?”

Of course, being me, I was like “You bet!” Or something along those lines (can’t remember anything at all) and I took the stupid square device and am greeted with a giant T.

Apparently, they told me it belonged to some Skinwalker before and I could keep it if I found and eradicated it. I have no idea what they’re talking about.

Of course being me, I messed around. You all post thoughts here? Crazy. I’ve always wanted a little something like that secretly. Saying I was excited was a crazy fucking understatement.

I’m learning the ropes of this thing but I think I’m addicted! I’m also lucky to have enough food. Gene keeps reprimanding me for drinking out of the milk jug at 3 in the morning—why? It’s only been three days!!

Well. That must be off putting. Let me tell you how my day went. Still trying to get in the hang of this. 🤦🏻

Ship’s been crashed for.. what, two days now? Everyone is tired. We kinda don’t know what to do or we know what to do and don’t know what to do to do what to know what to do…?

We just fuck around. Like tease each other, eat stuff, Gene is being his grouchy self.

Apparently you guys are a whole different… generation? So you use text acronyms. I want to use text acronyms so when I showed Peter, of course, he was like, “hey, let’s do it!”

lol- Loving our life?

Omg- Out my garage

Iykyk- I yodel (to) keep yall kalm

Idgaf- I don’t give ace food (for days) (Gene)

Jk- Jeremy Klein

/j- SLASH Jeremy

wtf- where the fucking-

Tf- The food

Hru- i am chronically tired

Rofl- Pisses me off

Lmao- What a schmuck (Paul did this one)

Anyway I’m pissed. Peter and I just started yelling these at Gene and Paul was like: “oh no stop it” and I was like no and then we had a food fight and now we all might go hungry I’m distraught

So how was your day?

P.S Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to flirt excessively with Paul it’s kinda going wrong

#please don’t spoil the game for me #kiss band #roleplay #spaceman #Ace Frehley #kiss immortals #acesspaceblog

9 notes · View notes

spacedoutman · 1 month ago

Text

Ace’s diary entry, pt.3

#out of character note: thank you to the anon who messaged me asking me about this series. It was really nice to hear ❤️ I didn’t actually think anyone was gonna read it but here we are. I’m touched! This means a lot to me.

Hope you enjoy~~<3

I may have been gone for DECADES, but let me explain myself. That night, some hot armored space chick, not the same one from earlier but a new one showed up in my dream.

She said that we’d stumbled on something we weren’t supposed to, but it was the only way out. I’d stayed up since like, 4 that morning? Thinking about what that could mean on a deeper level—and also trying to remember the rest.

Next thing I remember, Gene and I were headed through the weird brightly colored orange desert. I’d been jumping around like a lunatic, saying I’d seen something all morning.

Gene literally thought it was outside. I still feel bad for him. I remember when I told him, I actually laughed at the unbridled look of disappointment splattered on his face. It was gold!

I’d be lying if I left out that I felt guilty for taking up his time. Even worse, the later in the day it got, even just by the minute, thinking about that dream made something I couldn’t describe boil inside.

So bad seeing his mad face hit below the belt. Our conversation went something like this:

“So you dragged me all the way out here to tell me about a dream you had?”

I swear my eyes started going out sideways. He sighed. His bitterness was thick as spit. I hugged myself tightly.

“Yeah…”

“I was trying to sleep, Ace. Now I feel like my skin is gonna’ boil off!”

I looked at my arm. The planet in place of the sun slapped it. I mean dissolved it. My skin burnt like a razor burn. My heart sank. “Do you need water?” I pathetically asked. He shook his head.

“Now what about your dream? If it was so important, anyway-“

I spoke over him-“yeah, yeah!! Some cool armored space chick told me some prophecy!!” Gene turned around, I GASPED “wait!! Wait a second!”

“You didn’t drag me all the way out here j-“

“H-Hear me out!” I must’ve sounded more desperate than… I don’t know, but I hate it.

He shrugged. I shook my head really quick- “listen, please!”

“Let me guess, you-“

“What’s going on out here?” Paul asked a bit sharply but overly concerned like a mom in a coming of age movie. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I said before Gene could open his mouth.

Gene grunted. His face twisted into… annoyance. “I just wanted to check up on you.” Paul reassured us.

“Yeah, yeah!” I rushed, panicked? “I had this crazy dream! I gotta tell you about it!”

“Go ahead-“

Paul’s face went all surprised somehow. “I had this wacky dream where some space chick-“ he went all dark- “wait, it’s not what you think!- she told us that the only way out was to figure out something we weren’t supposed to find!!”

“So first it’s something we need to find and now it’s something we shouldn’t?” Paul though out loud, squinting. I nodded quickly. “You know, I had a pretty strange dream too.”

“Oh brother!” Gene groaned.

“What was it?!” I was so eager it was probably pretty horrifying to anyone who didn’t know me. Not that anyone was here, of course.

“I heard some guy singing, he sounded pretty upset.”

“What did he say?”

“I was there like your mother

Mrm… mrm, Mrm……mrmmm..'til the end.”

Paul trailed off. The rhythm was everywhere. He couldn’t remember it at all. His voice still sounded heavenly. I smiled. My heart beat faster.

“Oh, Paulie! You’ve got it!” I moaned. Gene smacked me lightly.

Paul smiled? I swear he did, even if it was tiny. My face must’ve been red as blood. Jesus. “We need to get back to earth.” Paul muttered. “I don’t even know how we got out here!”

“Must’ve been in transit.” Gene added, investigating the scenery like Sherlock Holmes. “But, we’ll get out.”

“I hope so..” I scratched the back of my head nervously.

Paul sang to himself quietly as he tried to remember the song. Cuuuttteeeee! “This dream’s been all that’s on my mind.” I stated quickly. “So the quicker we can get it solved, the better—and the quicker we’re outta’ here!!”

“I think we should walk.” Gene plainly replied.

“Walk?” Questioned Paul, snapped out of his trance.

“Walk.”

“What are we gonna do walking? How will we do anything on time?” I CONPLAINED.

“It’ll be ok.” Paul reassured, smiling optimistically and confidently. “We’ll be able to get it done.”

We got back to the ship. I had tons of those cans of spray cheese that you put on crackers. It came in something like whip cream. I don’t remember the name right now because I’m not impaired ☹️

We put the cheese on those stupid little crackers and shared them around. I don’t remember how many we ate but Paul wanted us to go easy on our rations. Peter and I didn’t hear him. Gene was already done at that point.

What the fuck was it. What the hell do they mean??? I am so tired of playing these STUPID games, all I want is for the tevelisjon to work, at least. But nooo, cause what the fuck. Stupid fucking television. No god damn signal

Wait. Wait. Sorry, my memory completely vanished. I got up at like four in the morning. I can’t describe the way waking up on cool tiles felt. Yeah, I’d done it before, but not like this.

My head was angled. So the first thing I saw was the deep green sky. I swear I could see the solar system up there. It was breathtaking, but all the stars and where it should’ve been bright all took squinting to see, as it was barely a shade lighter than the rest of the sky.

It looked like thousands of emeralds floated around up there. Cold hugged me from all sides. Yet Peter, who sprawled out on the little couch beside me covered in cheese was lightyears away. Like, if I reached out, who knew if I could even touch him?

I stood up. I was wading through water that just wasn’t there. Cold wrapped around my legs. Soft blue light shone from around the corner. Paul had actually made himself at home under a sleeping bag. I held my breath and struggled not to step on him, but my shoe grazed him anyway.

Why the hell was Paul right in the doorway anyway??

The doorway went on through a black tunnel. My vision wouldn’t stop going in and out. I ambled through it, catching myself on whatever I could. A little chatter broke the silence and interrupted my quietly scuffling shoes. My barely open eyes flew wide!

“Gene?” I croaked. “You okay in there?”

Gene sat in the darkness. Slight blue light touched his armor. He leaned intently, his eyes glued to the TV. I wobbled over and sat on his leg. He moved his arm.

“What the fuck are you doing up this late?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He groaned.

“You know me better than that..”

“You sleep like a baby-“

“You’re right. I do cry at night.”

I chuckled. Gene rolled his eyes. My limbs shook violently, like, really really violently for no exact reason. This felt like one of those memories you have as a child that’s not normal but it super mundane, so you forget about it and then look back at it as an adult like… ‘wow. Was that a dream?’

A fucking fever dream!! But something you wish you hadn’t wasted.

“Did you at least get it to working?” I asked, shifting until I was comfortable.

“Halfway.”

Then we both cried and hugged each other, I think. But what was on the TV? A picture of a red sneaker.

That’s it. That’s the conclusion. I’ll update you if I’m still alive, but Ace out for now, I guess. Paul made me aware of something called auto-correct, so if my words are mangled that’s why.

Hello

#rp blog #acesspaceblog #THANK YOU FOR READING MWAHH!!#kiss band #kissblr #kiss immortals #ace frehley #kiss fanfiction

6 notes · View notes