all that remains of a cadaver of days

rp blog for pistachio cookie

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..ive been dead for a bit and sorta contemplating whether or not i should reapp and come back

im out of school so its like nothing’s stopping me from regularly updating iunno what do yall think (if ppl are still around lol)

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haha hey what the fuck

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“I’ll hook you all up with someone nice if it makes you feel better.”

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i would like to personally apologize to everyone i have a thread with, vocaloid has consumed my being and its very hard to write when hyperfixated on a banana man and his disaster pan sister

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hairbeat:

“Where’re you off to, beautiful?” Sunny cooed. For a moment he was silent, as if listening intently, and then reported back. “I got no clue.” Her chemical communications could express remarkably complex ideas, but that was for a reptile. It seemed Quinn was too preoccupied to explain.

The object of her attention was a bird, the size of a pigeon but not identical, hiding in the bushes planted near the sidewalk, and the snake paused as she hit hearing range. Only for a moment though, and  she shot across the concrete like a rush of water to receive her prey. “Oh! There it is! Do you see that!” He was referring to her mouth, which didn’t look much like a snakes jaw– more like her body splitting open. In Sunny’s opinion, it was an elegant hunting style, cleanly dispatching lesser animals without crushing or even biting.

“Well try not to lose her, I don’t know how predictable your friend is.” Never really good with animals, she’d eventually play it safe and leave the snake business to Sunny. It’s his companion after all, better not to dictate what was said to be a great beast.

Stopping behind Sunny, Pistachio watches as Quinn pounces almost into her prey. Within a matter of seconds, the bird seemed to disappear as it appeared: almost instantly. She shudders, not wanting to imagine the kind of stuff she’d be capable of at full capacity. “That’s uh... p-pretty impressive.” Truth be told, she’s never been so afraid in her life, and it shows.

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“Ah. Halloween’s over.” She takes off her chestplate from her costume, and replaces it with a red and green sweater. She clicks a small button on the edge of the bottom, and small lights begin to flash on it’s tree decal.

“Happy holidays everybody.”

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gottagobaby:

He shrugs an arm through the air, but doesn’t look back to Pistachio as he calls back, “Whot more’s there t’say? Th’ people hide in ‘em and they…” He holds up paws and smooshes them together. “…get eaten up!” He turns his head, resting his purple on her ominously. Then he relaxes his arms. “At leas’ that’s whot I heard,” he says with a snort. His tone was becoming less and less serious and it was almost completely apparent that he was fucking with her now. He stops a moment to let Pistachio catch up, watching the flames take over her backside. “Yore lookin a lil hot there, lady.” He slaps a paw over her back, suffocating the fire in an instant.

“Y-you gotta be fucking me right now...” Is nowhere in this city safe? Her apartment, the bus stop, the alleys (well, they haven’t been the safest places in the world)... at this point she doesn’t know what to do anymore.

She jumps at the sudden hit, sharply inhaling through her teeth. She rubs her back after it, trying to numb the combined pain of the fire and Cobra’s massive hands. “G-gee, thanks. So u-uh,” she continues to rub her back, “what’re you doing? Y-you aren’t safe at your place too, huh?”

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nautalass:

The nautilus hardly even seems to notice the approaching woman in the middle of all the stormy weather. Whether it was the darkness or the rain, he sure didn’t take notice of her until she was almost just a couple feet away. Catching the sound of her voice, Sal turns to face the paladin. Almost immediately, his tentacles fly in the wind and smack him in the face. He pulls away at them and squints at Pistachio. “What are you doing out here! You should–! Look, I– I can’t hear you,” he shouts back. He lets out a short swear and looks back down at his phone for a couple seconds before putting it away. He looks up at the lady again and grabs her arm, tugging on it. “We- c’mon we need to get out of here!” Even as he spoke, the water in the street was slowly starting to rise. It looked almost like the nearby storm drains had somehow gotten completely plugged up. They needed to get out of there before they got stuck. Sal didn’t know where, but he knew somewhere else.

“No, what’re YOU doing out here! I don’t care if you’ve got that big dome on your head, it ain’t safe no how! Now you either come with me or--” Being cut off by the sudden actions by the stranger, Pistachio yanks her arm away. “How in the HELL do you expect us to get out of here?! Unless you got a boat or something, we’re goin’ out for sure!”

The woman begins to pace through the water, sloshing up and down. “We’re either going to drown or freeze,” she walks over and lifts up the nautilus by the collar, “so you’d BETTER have an idea or two!” This type of aggression isn’t unusual for her, but it’s nothing to brush aside.

“You got ears, buddy? I SAID THINK OF SOMETHING!” Her aggression begins to seem more like distressed desperation, as her grip tightens on his shirt. Slow deaths aren’t her thing, and she’s not up for being tossed into a dumpster per usual.

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tolditslant:

It seems like no matter what, he’ll stumble upon her in the midst of some weird situation or other. Without fail. He should just expect it, and he’d laugh if he weren’t kind of worried.

“You don’t– look fantastic. You’re kinda on fire, kid, and I don’t mean that as a compliment. Is something…do you need a fire extinguisher?” 

Pistachio begins to pat her shoulders out of straight habit at this point. “Fire? Oh, yea, haha, that happens, it’s normal though! Totally ok, totally fine-- OF COURSE I’M NOT FANTASTIC I LITERALLY JUST FUCKING BURST INTO FLAMES! A FIRE EXTINGUISHER WOULDN’T DO SHIT I’D JUST BURN UP AGAIN ANYWAY!”

Her heavy breathing becomes apparent, being hunched over and all. “Look, you’d better know a guy who’s got water buckets on hand 24/7, or if I get outta here, we’re gonna have some maaaajor issues.” She pinches out a small flame in her hair, and dusts off the ashes from her coat. Touching the area, she feels a slight sting on her shoulder. God, right, it wasn’t going to be long before she herself actually starts getting burned from this pretty badly.

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mildterrorofthedeep:

He smiles up at Pistachio, he’s happy that she appreciated the gift. “No, it’s okay! You don’t need to thank me, I figured you needed cheering up…and everyone likes these, yes?” He adjusts their hands, so he can place the pearls in hers. “You can do whatever you want with these, I won’t care if you choose to sell them. I understand that humans find them valuable, and they’re yours now anyway!” He steps back from her now, ready to let her go off on her own.

“Uh, well…I suppose this is goodbye? I’m always at this beach if you want to find me.”

She puts the pearls in her pocket, hopefully she doesn’t forget they’re there and send it through the wash. “Well, selling a friend’s gift really doesn’t make it special anymore, now does it?” She puts a hand on Niko’s shoulder. “I know I’ve said it plenty of times before, but seriously, thank you. You’re  great person, don’t forget that.”

She turns around to start heading back home. “I suppose so.” She shoots him a quick smile, and begins on her way off. “I’ll see you again soon, ok? I promise!” And just like that, she’s gone.

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“I... don’t know exactly what we’re voting on, but I wish all of you good luck?”

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a friend

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🐣

The child circles the man, looking him up and down out of curiosity. “Are you one’a those jelly snakes I’ve heard about? Heard you guys like frogs!”

She folds her arms and puts a hand on her chin. “Although... I don’t think we have any frogs here, just bugs. Sorry!”

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5, 11, 12, 19

5 - What do you think about your mun’s shopping habits?

“He doesn’t go out much. When he does, it’s usually to go shopping, and even then he doesn’t get anything. I think he just likes looking around more than buying stuff himself.”

11 - What do you think of your mun’s style?

“He not exactly the most fashionable person, it’s the same two band tees and jeans. I’m not any better, but c’mon.”

12 - What do you think about your mun’s music?

“I could see myself liking some of it if I actually bothered to sit down and listen to it.”

19 - What do you think about your mun’s sense of humor?

“Personally, I don’t see what’s so funny about ‘pizzi’, but apparently it’s an absolute riot to this guy.”

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☁

☁ - How often does the character dream?

Pistachio isn’t an active dreamer, even if she was, she wouldn’t be able to remember what happened. She has the occasional nightmare, but at this point it’s just a casual thing for her.

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ღ = Are they comfortable sleeping in a bed that isn’t their own? (e.g. at hotels, other people’s homes, etc.)

“I’d... prefer to sleep in my home, but given that I’m here, I’ll just have to bear that small burden.”

“...I do sleep outside on benches a lot.”

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Send a # and my muse will talk about the mun

What drink did the mun have last?

Does your mun drink too much?

What do you think about your mun’s significant other or their crush?

What do you think about your mun’s friends?

What do you think about your mun’s shopping habits?

Is your mun a nice person?

Do you like your mun?

What’s your favorite thing about your mun?

What’s your least favorite thing about your mun?

Do you get jealous if your mun has other muses?

What do you think of your mun’s style?

What do you think about your mun’s music?

What do you think about your mun’s favorite TV show?

Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse?

What was the last thing your mun lied about?

What’s your mun’s favorite thread?

What do you think of your mun’s family?

What was the last movie your mun watched and did you like it?

What do you think about your mun’s sense of humor?

What is something you think your mun could change about themselves?