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This blog is now an Archive.

I will be over HERE. I will keep this blog up, but you won’t find me here.

#♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )

“ Love me Mortis.” Binch, I love you no matter what?

#♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )#PLEASE.

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tfw mortis Exposes me for the Flake I am

Scoots my other son(s) to you

#whoisbannerman #WHY U NO LOVE THESE TWO.#♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )#Hell yeah im gonna expose ur assT.

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YET, YOU NEVER INTERACT WITH HIM 👀 👀 👀 👀

#whoisbannerman #♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )

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I’ve been on my other child...

#whoisbannerman #Karcrab.#My boy.#♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )

whoisbannerman:

THE CURVE OF a smile slips onto his features, goofy and warm / an overcast of shyness clearing into sunshine. The palm of his hand slips into the other, hoisting himself up. “ Well, I dunno Thomas, you gonna ask a guy out or not ? ” Tonalities remain soft and suggestive, and both brows raise at the other. He wouldn’t say he was a fan of games and did them on purpose but what he was a fan of was the act of flustering someone. Looking down at their hands, he moves his thumb slowly atop the back of his hand and knuckles. “ I don’t wanna get my hopes up, otherwise. ” Nose scrunches up at the other, and his features grow mirthful.

Only a brief huff of laughter leaves his lips, weight balancing out to get the other to his feet with little offer. Delsin had been quite the smooth operator as long as Thomas had known him, and his flirtatious tendencies are no longer something of a surprise-- more of a comfort. Be they a disguise for hurt, for sadness or some such, there was never any clarity. It was found best not to pry too much, lest the conduit snap himself shut. Voice is hushed once again, the feeling of those worn pads of fingers brushing over bore skin, whatever gloves couldn’t hide. In all his brashness, he maintained a gentleness that almost seemed out of his range. Lips only barely curl, eyes fixating on the space between them, head shaking.

‘ Um...Maybe to a place a little nicer than Olaf’s. Next time.’

#Brah.#Don't even cry.#I haven't been hear in 6 years aiight.#Karkat stole my time.#♚⋮ won’t utter the word conduit: but finally with your kind 》( infamous. )#♚⋮ let it burn 》( reply. )

I didn’t forget this blog.

#♚⋮ one not so gifted 》( ooc. )

bioterrorizingarchived

OPERATOR: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P. help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report? DELSIN: (In an old man voice) Uh, a damn bio-terrorist is on the loose, his painting skills are top notch... umm I mean defiling your billboard ! art cred.

#Thomas Voice: There he goes. My Boyfriend.#♚⋮ i pledge allegiance: to the united arsonists of america 》( promotion. )

‘ Happy Father’s day. I’m missing my own.’

#fathers /#Thomas loved his daddy / weeps /#tbt / open

“Do you want ants? Because that’s how you get ants.”

Archer | x

A prodigy, a genius in his own right, but still young. Littered across the expanse of warehouse were discarded bags of chips, pizza boxes and more. Tidiness seemed to slip his mind when a grove was found, fingers far too busy soldering or destroying to focus on a menial task such as cleaning.

So busy, in fact, that he hadn’t heard the other come in, hadn’t noticed the bright flash of neon that signaled his presence. Only when finger slips and cuts open does Thomas pause, a hiss given between clenched teeth. Eyes wander, orange irises fixated on Delsin who stands behind him, brow cocked as arms fold.

‘ Do you want ants? Because that’s how you get ants.

There was a point to be had, there. Insects would come to nest among a garbage filled paradise, and plague Thomas during their stay. Nose wrinkles in disgust, but he doesn’t focus on the mess, instead slipping his hand to fit fine with Delsins. Personal space is invaded with a fluid motion, smile creeping across lips.

‘ Clean up your mess, Mr Rowe... I’m not a maid.’

#♚⋮ the only grace he has is in honest answers 》( ask. )#whoisbannerman

“How is this suddenly my fault?”

Archer | x

He couldn’t go so far as blame her entirely.

After a number of years, humans were fated to accept certain facts of life, due to the cruelty of conditioning. If one is outcast often enough, treated terribly, they slowly accept that as the norm and find themselves deserving of it, find no faults or issue with injustice that has built their bones.

‘...Annie. You know that’s...that’s not what I said.’

Why must his words be twisted so? All he did for others was care for them, attempt to give onto them some wisdom in the form of a sage’s advice. Though young himself, he has faced trials and persecution no child should be forced to face in their lifetime. Warm palms set on their shoulders, his sigh quieted as he brings them into a tight hug, Lips press against the top of their head, eyes closing.

‘ I just want what’s best for you...You need to stop lying down for people... They’re going to wipe their feet on you like a doormat, and you deserve so much better...I promise that you do. Even if you don’t think so at all. ’

#♚⋮ the only grace he has is in honest answers 》( ask. )#wondcrkid

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Archer Sentence Starters

“Wow. Open purse, remove balls, huh?”

“Sploosh!”

“Do you want ants? Because that’s how you get ants.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of /I’m punching you./”

“A /ruse/, you big dumb idiot!”

“RAMPAGE!”

“Are we rampaging? I thought we were rampaging.”

“How is this suddenly my fault?”

“Phrasing!”

“Dude, you alive?”

“Give me that gun.”

“No, you’re agitated.”

“If it helps, I puked most of it up.”

“Well, don’t just sit there sweating like a gigantic cheese! Do something!”

“Man up! Talk to your mother, and then you can go be a bartender and destroy a new marriage every week.”

“Why are you wearing silk socks?”

“Is that a real question?”

“Oh, are they? Or are 5 in a black, and 5 in a slightly darker black?”

“The tactical turtleneck. The…/tactleneck./”

“Danger zone!”

“I don’t know what that means, (name). I didn’t grow up on a cheese farm.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t invent /English./”

“How hot am I? Let me answer that: as balls.”

“WHY ARE YOU WEARING MY MOTHER’S ROBE?”

“So this one starts freaking out and, long story short…I kinda had to drown her in the tub.”

“That’s just classic her.”

“Oh my God! What shade is that, Crackwhore Red?”

“So, the last thing you hear me say is ‘oh my god, they’re shooting at us!’ and you don’t even call me back?”

“I swear to God, I had something for this.”

“Just the tip?”

“Idiots doing idiot things, because they’re idiots.”

“I’m scared that if I stop all at once, the cumulative hangover will literally kill me.”

“Hey, you wanna smell something?”

“Can I offer you a drink? How about this expensive prostitute?”

“Well /fuck/ your dolphin, (name)!”

“Sorry, I was picturing Whore Island.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“No, I’ve seen the end of that movie. And, spoiler alert, it ends with a closet full of my suits on fire!”

“Who are you, Comrade Question?”

“I /am/ drunk, or I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

“Now let’s go bury this dead hooker.”

“Are you kidding? Dude. Bros before apparent threats to national security.”

“For I am a sinner in the hands of an angry God. Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me now and at the hour of my death, which I hope is soon. Amen.”

“Now what am I going to spread on my toast? Your tears?“

#♚⋮ games galore 》( meme. )