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Andulka
ojovivo

shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
styofa doing anything
Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things
dirt enthusiast
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Peter Solarz

Love Begins

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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#extradirty
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* SCIO, SWEETHEART
ACTed by Virgil. est. 6/15/22
whgat if i was active here again. what then?
real reason u cant bring him irl is hes so itty bitty hed get lost
[has alt id]
A concert just for one
i am only a fragment.
hyper potato mouse
seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.
UT/DR anniversary next week <3
One day,
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
thinks abt this blog again. the deltarune rpc is just so quiet. sound off if ur not dead /hj
so that was a fucking lie. whered you guys come from
thinks abt this blog again. the deltarune rpc is just so quiet. sound off if ur not dead /hj
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
YOU’RE LIKE ME. . . [Desperate]
OPEN STARTER
——————— VERSE: THE OWL HOUSE | OPEN TO: ANYONE ————————
𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓? Kris stares out, uncomprehending, at a roiling ocean—waves lash at sandy shores, the mud bubbling with heat. It takes them a moment to realize it: the water is boiling. That can’t be normal, they think, but it’s quickly the least of their concerns as they finally take in the land around them.
This… is not their hometown. This is not any place they are familiar with. They aren’t entirely sure how they got here, but they’re in their Dark World garb—so it isn’t entirely ridiculous to assume that they have landed in yet another dark world, even as the sky is clear and blue, and no fountains pulse in the distance. Perhaps they just aren’t close enough, yet. Aching joints protest as they push themself to their feet, leaning on their sword for support. Susie and Ralsei are nowhere to be seen, and they take a deep breath to center themself before beginning to poke around.
“Hello?” They aren’t in the habit of raising their voice, but the situation seems dire enough. It echoes back to them, small but steady, off of the cliffside.
Kris tips their head back to peer up at the top. There’s no real easy way up the cliff, from the looks of it, and the little beach they’re on is… fairly closed off to the world. Looks like there’s only one way up, and it’s [to climb.]
Thank the Angel for the gauntlets—at least they won’t be scraping up their fingers on the rough stone.
A daily morning walk with Puddles was essentially required. Puddles got some good exercise out of it and got her energy down, Viney got some exercise and training in restraining Puddles if something got her attention, and it was a good way to see the sights.
Today, Viney was edging closer to the beaches. She liked to glance out at the sky and see other griffins fly, and Puddles liked having the open air.
Puddles noticed something, head turning towards the beach and starting to trail in that direction. Viney noticed it too, after a moment- the sound of scraping, like someone… climbing up the cliffside to this particular beach.
Huh? Nobody was out here this early.
She directed Puddles to look out over the cliffside, and she sees… a person.
A person with round ears. A human?
“Hey there, human.” Viney greeted, with a wave. “You need help? Puddles is my loyal steed, she can get you up quick.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 jolts, head snapping upward and red eyes widening as they take in the person standing on top of the cliff. Their grip on the rock wavers at the humanoid face staring back at them, and they nearly fall back down--but they recover their composure, lips pressing into a thin line as they take in the pointed ears.
They wait a few long moments, before realizing they... get to make this choice themself. "Oh. Uh. Yeah, if you could..."
That's odd. They don't really feel the tug of their soul at all right now--but if this is another dark world... well, they'll figure it out, they suppose--or get pulled along either way. Kris braces themself against the rock a little better, making it easier for them to wait for the... griffin. To come pick them up.
Loyal steed. The griffin is just... allowing that? It seems kind of rude, to Kris--monsters don't tend to appreciate being called things like that.
Kris gives a little wave to the griffin as it peers down at them. At the very least, they'll try to be respectful. Though... maybe things just work differently, in this dark world.
“I am aware that this request is fundamentally selfish. I can offer no justification for it, no argument in its favor. It is simply the outcome I desire to see the most.”
You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.