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((RP/askblog for the pastel burnt from OFF. He just goes by Pastel, though. Also 'DON'T TEMPT HIM WITH SUGAR.' He may be addicted to it but he really hates it...)) ----- M!A: none/accepting Condition: Well NSFW, such as gore. I will ask for permission if Pastel may cause harm to your muse #pastelestparti

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Quickly stopping in her tracks, the woman hesitated for a moment. It was fairly unlikely for someone to be down here at this time—so deep in the corridors, such a specific location. But then again, the voice rang with familiarity. That wasn’t necessarily a positive thing. If it was a cruel labcoat worker, she might have to ditch those heels and folder and go for a run. But, she was feeling sort of stupid instead, so she replied.

"…Yes..?"

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He was still trembling, not sure of what to do. Reveal himself and then what? How would she react? With anger, fear, or sadness, and what if his eyes were just playing tricks. What if this isn't actually her, he'll get himself caught again for sure. Another quick glance, and he was 80% sure that was her. Taking the chance, Pastel slowly got up, and suddenly a sharp pain shot through his leg. A grunt escaped him, and he forced himself forward out into the hall. His leg still hurt like hell, but that didn't matter anymore. This was his reward, after so many months of pure agony, a familiar friend with heels that were so sharp they could cut him in two. His eyes were wide and he didn't know what to say. His heart was still beating fast, but from something else. Maybe something good?...Yeah, maybe.

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Soft heels clicked against a long, stale hallway. She wanted this to be quick, she hated being down there. The labcoat workers were often hostile…just the thought turned her stromach.

 Ell peered down at the folder she cradled, fingering through boring case papers of missing and dead Zone 3 empoyees. She remembered a friend she would visit in this area, but Six had ordered her, begged her not to come down here any longer—and she obliged for as long as she could. The current instructions she was carrying out were straight from the cafeteria manager. The usual legwork had called in sick, and he had a grudge against Ell anyways. "If you can finish all of your own work in a day, let’s have you do it for someone else, too."

Asshole.

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Pastel quickly ran down the hall and stopped around a corner, body pressed so hard against the wall that his arms began to shake uncontrollably from inside the straightjacket. A look of horror was slapped onto his face as he watched helplessly as it spread to the rest of his body. The realization dawned on him that for the very first time in a long while... ...that he's afraid. That he's afraid of all the pain, the hunger, and torture he went through these last months. He didn't want that, he didn't want that at all. All the blood loss, all the tests, death was so close and so promising and somehow, the doctors kept managing to pull him right back to the world of the living. Which is strange,... no one here is living. This isn't living in the slightest,... but then again, how would he know? The click of the heels got closer, he could feel the panic rising in him. Slowly and painfully, he peeked around the corner. At first his eyes couldn't focus on the others face well but when he heard their voice... "...E-Ell?..."

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pbtbtbtb over 100 peolpe follow this blog oh god whyyyyy i love all of you, I MEAN IT.))

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heh

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(( gosh my friends have such good elsen. why are their elsen so good, I ))

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"............" It's quiet again, the soft murmur of the machines softens to a low hum with only sudden pops and clanks interrupting the stillness in the air. The hall before him is rather clean and it feels like he's never been here before, perhaps it's the smell of blood removed oh so well from the wall but... He snaps out of it. Of course the place looked different, he hadn't been around to destroy and obliterate anyone who dare cross into his territory. Yet, here he is in the middle of the hallway ,straightjacket and all, with his face and legs stained with his own blood and the blood of others. Pitiful, he thought as he examined a recent wound on his right leg, just pitiful. He picks up the scent of someone behind him and he jumps around like a scared animal.

"......!!!"

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"...........Hmm..............."

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Some doodles I forgot to post:

Sasha going super sayian

And Pastel using the 3D maneuver gear.

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I really want to rp with them now but she’s sick and in hospital and it would have to be at a previous point in time ;u;

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oh man, that's ok. I mean, i haven't seriously rped in awhile. Just here sitting in a corner, flailing my arms, shouting headcanons and drawing.

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>Tell them what you see? I have found a map to paradise in the fluid of your veins.

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[BACK IN BLACK PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND]

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I love how she still knows him as “Nougat”

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Oh my god.

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Pastel and Sidon are Masada’s beloved googly eyed children. Please don’t tell him they’re wearing stickers. It will break his heart.

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amen

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HEALTH: (( I'm gonna quickly link you to a thing I wrote last night and it has some of my health head canons in it (it's in the tags). Physically, he really should be dead. His lungs probably don't get the amount of smoke they need and it's bad that he has asthma though it's only a problem to him if he's not able to breathe. Let me repeat that: IT IS ONLY A PROBLEM TO HIM IF HE'S NOT ABLE TO BREATHE AT ALL. Pastel is extremely selfless, his well-being only becomes a priority if he is dying or suffering. That is the only other time he starts caring for himself, other than making sure he doesn't die on his friends. I've said this before, Pastel has shit eyesight, and can barely see anything in front of him. His stomach also is really bad at processing anything that isn't meat, but that's more of a mental thing. I should prob stop here since this might be getting a little long, sorry.)) EDIT FORGOT THE LINK

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CHILDHOOD:  (( Two words, HUGE NERD. I admit to never really thinking through his childhood, since technically that was #724298, not Pasta. Pastel can't remember most of his childhood but it was pretty boring to be honest, very uneventful. He's had friends but it doesn't really matter now, it's not like he even remembers them. His life was pretty dull until he got transferred to Zone 3 to help with making sugar. He was still young too, around the age of 17.)) BODY: (( Pastel's eyes are not actually white and black! His iris is actually a light gray with blue here and there and his scleras are actually a very deep red. Pastel's blood has been tainted by his burnt skin and the deeper his wounds are the redder his blood gets. He has a wide chest and is noticeably muscular(though it's not much) on his back. His height is around 5'7", and he really doesn't like that.))

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Headcanons

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Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon. Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon. Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon. Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send † for a RELIGION headcanon. Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.