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did you name us the [redacted] for nothing? [ enker affiliated with fates rewritten ]

[attractedtotoasters]

art?!?!?

{ tried something different hella }

[barrierspear]

[ okay sobs there are still art things in my inbox but my art skills are just (descending into the void) tonight SO i will get to them tomorrow sometime O: ]

[barrierspear]

art

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✘

to: CUTIEfrom: ENKER

[txt] hey i saw you in the city a couple of days ago and got your number from a friend and was just wondering if yo [MESSAGE DELETED]

CONTACT ERASED

[barrierspear]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

to: BUNBOTfrom: ENKER

[txt] do u ever think about the futility of existence bc i am right now and god damn is this terrifying[txt] on a related note how do u stop thinking about the futility of existence

[frwmemes-blog]

Send me a (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ .`-;- if you'd like to make a pre-established relationship with my character!

[ceruleanspellweaver-deactivated]

art!!!

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art

[ what if i could stick to one art style ]

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art!

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art

[ PAINT ART IS TERRIBLE NO ]

[inboxideas]

Put the word "art" in my askbox and I'll try to draw your character in MS Paint

[rpboxmemes]

send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

[barrierspear]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[barrierspear]

bad luck || moronprince

Today, Enker had spent his time out on the streets of Paralia, playing mournful tunes of his own composition for passers-by, using an old violin that ended up making people flinch more than anything at the sharpness of the notes and the... screeching. Yes, he was aware that he wasn't the best violinist in the city. Or even in the top twenty. He wasn't even sure there were twenty other violinists. But he was also aware that practice makes perfect, and surely if he stuck at it he'd get somewhere sooner or later.

(Monomaniacal obsession was the term that had been used once or twice by people who ought to know, one that he rejected, despite having been single-mindedly focused on music to the exclusion of all else since he first picked up a violin.)

In any case, he was done for the day, and had packed up his instrument in an old and battered case and made his way to the train station. He'd collected just enough to pay his way back home, so all he needed to do was buy a ticket and...

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no.

His pockets were empty. Wallet missing. Even a frantic check inside his violin case didn't turn up anything more than a rising sense of panic that was quickly moving towards anger. No no no I can't be here all night. I have to practice and write compositions and so on and so on, a fairly intense internal narrative.

Running out of ideas, Enker spun to face the nearest person, failing to get more than a couple of words out after tripping over his own tongue. "Hey--please, could you--"

Fingers crossed his evident panic would communicate what his powers of speech couldn't.

[barrierspear]

"God I'm glad I never leave the house. This city really seems to offer nothing but trouble."

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[ playing enker without him wanting to kill megaman anyone is so weird. i hope someday my son can return to his homicidal ways ]

[wwsanvvs-blog]

you save the address in your phone under this new contact. this is probably the easiest 50 bucks you’ve ever made. just tuning a ukulele. you’d probably’ve done it for free if he seemed pathetic enough about it, but since he’s willing to pay, you’re not about to turn that down.

to: enker from: eridan

sounds like a deal then

wwhenevver you get the uke let me knoww and ill come tune it

[barrierspear]

It doesn't even occur to him that hey, maybe since his old neighbour used to tune things for him for free this guy might be willing to do the same; or, if the thought does cross his mind, it's brushed aside with a 'better safe than sorry' kind of attitude. And he's so pumped for this that he actually takes the initiative on getting the necessary materials; he's out and knocking on the door of the next apartment over soon after the last text is received.

He borrowed milk off her a couple of days ago. Letting him steal her ukulele is probably the same kind of thing.

to: ERIDAN from: ENKER

[txt] ding ding ding [txt] whenever ur ready [txt] just 2 check this kind of tuning isnt a permanent change right