時間の雌犬

using y0ur disgusting and guttural language f0r y0ur c0nvenience You can't fuck with this song I stick to this spliff I'm not clamping this bong I'm a wild child, I don't want to go to bed Uh shit sorry man I'm stoned again ((damara rp blog icon sidebar))

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(( going to be without a computer for 3 days. When I get it back, I will work on getting started up again. x ))

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first thing that came to mind:

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that is the last time i take anything 0ther than what i already sm0ke.

i was 0ut f0r days.

what is every0ne up t0?

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((hey sorry I haven't been around, i've had a busy week. i'll be active again within the next few days))

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Reblog if homestuck rp blog?

I need more people to follow!

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not mine but so fantastic.

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“Didn’t you ask me to come over or something? Like, ten minutes ago,” He frowns at the address and coordinates that he scribbled down. “Something about smoking, I didn’t bother translating your troll Japanese or whatever..”

Cronus walked around, unsure whether to sit down or not. He had forgotten the way Damara was able to intimidate him, even though she was only a lowblood. He looked around, sticking his nose up at some of her things, and raising his eyebrows at others. All this anime crap was making him uncomfortable.

“So uh, what have you been up to?” he asked, avoiding her latter question. He’s had some luck with a couple of humans, but nothing has stick so far.  ”I can tell you’re still a weebu or whatever. And all this fucking smoke. You’ll never change will you Damara?”

He turns to her, sneering slightly. He’s only bitching about it cuz the smoke is bothering his gills, and being the little pansy that he is, his eyes have started watering. 

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"Oh, did I?" Damara pulls her knees up to her chest with a frown, trying to recall doing so. She couldn't imagine she would call him of all people, but he was already here, so there was no use changing her mind from ten minutes ago. She barely paid attention to his complaints about the smoke as she tried to get her lighter to work; seemingly it was out of fuel. The joint hung limply out of her mouth as she looked back at him staring at her.

"You want some?" she asked. "I don't think my lighter is working." She looked down at the table, pouting, and placed the items down. "I've been doing some human jobs in this city. I would not suggest you go and become a waitress. Although, with the amount of human men and fucking highbloods trying to grab my ass, maybe you would want to." She sighs, nodding her head to the other chair in the room, offering him a seat.

She eyes him up and down for a moment, noticing how over-groomed he looks just for hanging out at her place. She's dressed in baggy sweatshirt and skinny jeans, both a deep maroon to match her blood colour. She had become so integrated in human culture, but her wardrobe only consisted of the same colour of clothing. Even her work uniform was a suitable shade of red for her caste.

"I don't exactly remember inviting you over ten minutes ago, and even though I guess I did, is there any other reason you jumped at the chance? I doubt we're on the same page, but... Fuck I don't even know where I'm going with this, ha."

[alphasim]

==> ARADIA: Meet your dancestor.

This is 100% how it went, I’m sure.

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li8rarian replied to your post: 0h g0d he’s f0und mituna.

Let’s just fool ourselves with the hope that he doesn’t try anything. Or Mituna kicks his ass. The latter is preferred.

prayer circle f0r mituna’s successful ass kicking

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Shall we apprehend Cronus if something happens?

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i'm sure mituna can handle himself, but any excuse f0r a cr0nus beat-d0wn...

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1nc0h3r3n7 replied to your post: li8rarian replied to your post: 0h g0d he’s f0und...

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i kn0w y0u can. i believe in y0u.

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li8rarian replied to your post: 0h g0d he’s f0und mituna.

Let’s just fool ourselves with the hope that he doesn’t try anything. Or Mituna kicks his ass. The latter is preferred.

prayer circle f0r mituna's successful ass kicking

[thetigersstripes]

☎ - My character leaving a drunk message on your characters answering machine.

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0h g0d he's f0und mituna.

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It’s been sweeps Cronus has seen that attractive aggressive low blood. He feels like he should take more time fixing his hair, but he can’t help but to bring the brush through his hair quickly, perfecting his already perfect pompadour. He twists a finger in his hair and pulls, bringing a curl to the front of his face, dangling perfectly. 

He smiles at his reflection, checking his teeth before throwing on his leather jacket and heading out to the transporter that was located in a phone booth a couple of blocks away (he has one in his penthouse, but would much rather use the public one)

He winks at a couple of people on his way, and punches in Damara’s coordinates rather desperately quickly. 

In a flash, he’s in Canada and fuck is it cold. Maybe it was a bad idea that he brought only his jacket. But he’s not about to turn back. He might miss his chance to get lucky.

He groans when he steps into the snow, and sticks his hands into his jeans’ pockets. Shivering, he glances at the addresses (he already memorized hers) and he perks up when he finds it, knocking on her door hard.

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Damara exhales deeply as her lungs empty of the thick smoke. The room has taken a hazy appearance from her evening of surfing the internet and getting stoned. It was all her days consisted of when she wasn't working, and even then, she often did show up to the restaurant slightly relaxed. Whatever it took to deal with the patrons at that godforsaken place she did.

Right as she's clumsily picking up her final rolled joint for the day, she hears something in the background. It sounded like her door. She groans in annoyance and closes out the vaguely pornographic anime she was barely paying attention to on her husktop. Damara rose from her couch, almost floating across towards her front door. The joint is still between her fingers as she brings her bloodshot eye to the peephole on the door.

Opening the door, the cool air rushes into the small apartment and she sees Cronus standing outside. She smirks as she places the joint between her lips, though her lighter was on the table. She mutters an expletive in her native Troll Japanese, but remembers as a highblood, Cronus wouldn't understand.

Turning around and walking back into her house was her invitation to let him in, although she couldn't recall talking to him previously. As bored as she was, any company, even his, was tolerable. Having learned a g00d deal 0f English on Earth, she tries to come up with something.

"What brings y0u here?" She mumbles, collapsing on her sofa once again, reaching for her lighter. "Besides the 0bvi0us. Still having n0 fucking luck with... well, any0ne?" With a chuckle, she adds, more to herself than him, "あなたは哀れです。"