Guess I have to be gone one month for anyone to notice I'm actually here.
Alright.
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@luckxisxforxlosers
Guess I have to be gone one month for anyone to notice I'm actually here.
Alright.
Feeling mucho better today~ <3
So here's the trial day.
I'm gonna start Master up today, see if you guys like him, and if you do, I'll make this a multi-muse account.
So.. lemme explain the Master for peeps who don't watch Doctor Who.
He's bat shit crazy, he hears drums in his head like all the time, he's a Time Lord, he eats people, hates Humans in spite of the Doctor, and he's a lil shit. Basically like Punk, just.. being and alien and love eating meat, is all. And the drums thing. Yeah.
So, I'll make a starter with him, but I gotta know if people will reply. So.. like this or something so I know I'm just not making a fool outta myself. c:
My day has been 'fantastic'. How about all of my followers who are still here?
xaprlee said: [ ssshhh go sleep, i basically slept all day and im gonna do it again. aslkdjklsa. ]
[ ;; i would but i hate sleeping all day.
guh ]
xaprlee said: [ i totally feel you on that, man. i got the flu and strep throat— BE SICK WITH ME, FRIEND. ]
[ ;; i don't know whether to cheer or not that i have a sick buddy
but heeyyyy at least we aren't alone
we have each otherrrr ]
I'm in loads of pain and most likely sick, so I don't think I'll be on a lot today.
k bye
+cruciatus-lucem
cruciatus-lucem:
“Okay, fine. But you can’t talk- you can easily go into another.. body, or whatever. You can change your appearance, I can’t. Shut your stupid whore mouth!” Oh yeah, Phil sure showed him. “But why? Even I’m not randomly happy. And yeah, I’m sure what you do in your free time is so bad, even I can’t hear about it. Considering if I gave a fuck, that is.”
"Phil seriously?…Why’re you throwing a tantrum like a female dog? This is very unbecoming of you. And more importantly I don’t ever recall being a prostitute in my entire existence of living." Lucifer spat at the man with a hint of being sarcastically sassy. "I’m not randomly happy either. I’m never happy in the genuine way or at all for that matter…” The fallen rolled his eyes & gave a slight glare towards the other. “Your so blind man.”
"Dude, if you're gonna call me a bitch, call me a bitch. Rather be called that than a female dog, thank you." Phil rolled his eyes, folding his arms. "So why are you happy? Do I have somethin' on my face?" he huffed a bit. "Please do educate me and how I see complete and utter nothingness from my eye sight."
"-- Didn't see /that/ coming."
"Neither did I…"
With a blank stare, Phil looked at the other.
"I think this is a sign."
"i wish pokemon were real!"
beedrill is three feet tall
Saving some replies to drafts.
I can't handle a lot so
+cruciatus-lucem
cruciatus-lucem:
Phil looked at his shoulder while it was pat. It still bewildered him that this guy was actually Satan.
“Says the guy with your stupid face.” he huffed. “When your happy, it just might mean you did something fucked up, knowing you.”
"My face isn’t stupid, ya moron. If anything, your face is stupid.” the fallen slightly pouted, giving a huff in irritation. “And I could just be happy for feeling happy. Plus, you don’t know what I do in my free-time Phil. That’s my own business.”
"Okay, fine. But you can't talk- you can easily go into another.. body, or whatever. You can change your appearance, I can't. Shut your stupid whore mouth!" Oh yeah, Phil sure showed him. "But why? Even I'm not randomly happy. And yeah, I'm sure what you do in your free time is so bad, even I can't hear about it. Considering if I gave a fuck, that is."
Phil grinned, then he quickly placed the order. Asking for two pizzas, one half of them being cheese and the other being pepperoni. Then, after he was done, he looked at John.
“There ya go.” he nodded. “Thanks for going to get ‘em, babe.”
"Yeah Yeah. I hope I get some type of reward for going out to get pizzas at 10pm right after taking a shower" John grab his keys.
"You will!" Phil promised.
"And thank you, again. I know how sensitive you are with your majestic, flowing hair. I do. Thank you for taking this risk."
The straight edge was waiting to hear what was wrong— only for a short description. He took what he could get, he supposed.
“No, it’s fine. You have a right to feel ‘blegh’.” Phil kept his arms wrapped around Candice, and he scoffed. “Yeah, it has, hasn’t it? Totally my fault, not gonna lie.”
She bit her lip, turning over in his arms to face him. “I feel alone, you know? I feel like I’m just going through the motions, putting everything I have into other people… Only people don’t care; they don’t notice or maybe they don’t even want it… Or me….” She looked down, biting the inside of her cheek and shrugging a bit.
Phil frowned. Ah. Now wasn't that something he was all too familiar with. Staying silent for a bit, he thought of a good response to say, "Well.. it's great you care for people. It is. It's a good trait to have, even if those people don't.. care, or whatever. But hey, fuck other people. I hope you know that this giant kid wants you around, and needs you around- or who knows where I would be then."
“So what you’re telling me is—
you..
can’t get the pizza, right?”
"No, cause it’s already here."
"-- It is?! Ooo! Gimme, gimme!"
*Debates aggressively on whether or not to change this blog into a multi-muse*