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Joseph yelped when the other being appeared a foot away from his face -- and that threat was definitely not reassuring. He liked his blood to stay inside him where it belonged, thank you very much.

“Alright, alright! I’m Joseph Winters, and I got in here because an A.I is in control of... something, something that lets me go... places. Other worlds. And she hates me.” His hands come up in a helpless shrug. God, that explanation never sounds any less stupid.

“Look, I promise I’ll get out of your hair as quick as I can, but --” Wait. Joseph glances around the office again. Ilia’s not here. “Uhh... that’s not good. I don’t suppose you saw a little brunette wandering around before I got here. About yea tall, really clever,” he held his hand at waist-height.

He wasn’t sure if he hoped more that she was or wasn’t already here somewhere. ISRA had never separated them before -- at least, not for long.

#;reply #glitchedpromises #;joseph

I wonder how many rp blogs I’ve made and forgotten about that just ended up collecting dust in the interwebs.

#;out of multiverses

nyxi-styx

Reblog if you still take the PMA movement seriously and it still means a lot to you.

fear-is-nameless

Now more than f*cking ever.

glitchedpromises

"What's your mun's favourite colour?"

“Red and black together is her favorite color scheme. Not even kidding. Her earbuds, her laptop, her clothes, yeah she likes red and black a lot!”

displaced-dorks-blog

“Ours is super into red and blue -- he loves superman. But space aesthetics are pretty great too, so purple gets to come and play sometimes.”

glitchedpromises

Closed Rp | @displaced-dorks

Dark had been minding his own business. Calmly working on paperwork that’d been cluttering his desk for the week.

That was, until there was a great breeze that rushed through his office, sending the papers scattering everywhere, while Dark let out a startled cry.

When everything settled, Dark looked up to see who’d opened his door with the force of a hurricane… Only to see it was still closed?

Blinking in shock and furrowing his brows, he darted his head back and forth, until his eyes landed on a figure standing off to the side of his office… But he surely couldn’t have gone through the door and gotten there so quickly?

“Who are you!?” Dark asks, trying to regain his composure as he stands and strides up to the newcomer, looking over them with a curious gaze. “And how the hell did you even get in here?”

displaced-dorks-blog

“--find out wha...” Joseph trailed off, realizing his conversation partner was nowhere to be seen. Goddamn it.

“Come on, mid-sentence?” He muttered, glaring at the ceiling. No manners. The question from across the room startled him -- he bit his tongue to keep from yelping like a child. Usually this thing dropped him off in empty places -- not now.

This time he was in a big office with one unsettling occupant, who didn’t look very happy.

“I... Who are you?” Smooth, idiot. “I don’t have a good explanation for this at all. Well -- I do, but I don’t think you’d believe me, and I don’t want to get stuck in a straitjacket again.” Joseph admitted. You’re rambling.

“I’m, uh, guessing this is your office. Sorry about the mess -- it’s not really something I can control.”

#;reply #glitchedpromises

This is 100% canon Joseph talking about his genius 4 yr old

#;Joseph #not rp

nyxi-styx

Do. Not. Let. Mark. Receive. Hate. And. Backlash. Over. This.

It is not HIS fault. It is the fault of his fans and followers who have decided to treat him like a cult leader and ignore privacy and personal boundaries.