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“ d -- does this mean poemi has a big bwother and a little bwother ?? ”

#dashwatching;#( i need more poemi icons but. BRUHHH )

doused. tyler's autoplays are always 2 good and i lov them so much.

#doused;#emxlf #( sits here and jams to ur cool music )#( poemi voice ) acceptable

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“SHHHHHHHH–don’t effin’ call ‘em that!! s’emabarassin’, ya’ know? ” it’s different when he calls them that, but her calling them that? it’s definitely some kind of wrong. “& ain’t that a bit cruel of an assumption. i still got a chance, yeah?”

-------- blinks in question && cocks her little head to the side.

“ uh ? why not, huh ?! YOU call 'em that ! that's hypocrisy, y'know ! ”

with a scoff && a smile she brandishes her parasol in accusation, eyes && voice that of a skeptic's when she responds to his ( frankly IDIOTIC !! ) statement.

“ chance ? gyehe, with who ? with who, huh ? the watermelon ??

you probably already ruined it with her-- thought i told you ... ! ”

#emxlf #yeah ! that's what makes it great ! that's how you know it'll be great !#i have standards. not like youuuuu !

“ kin i throw stuff at the ' mini - malfs ' instead ? sir'los knows ya don't need them, right ?? ”

#emxlf #It'll be shuper fun !#I gotta new bowling ball !

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can poemi stab you in the crotch again ? i gotta new umbrella ! it's spiky !

“ eff no! the mini-malfs still haven’t recovered from the last time! “

#save;

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if you're back does that mean poemi can kick your butt ?

“ h-heh, or, ya know, you could always not do that. “

#save;#this just in: emalf's boring!

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#musicbox;#poemisms;

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here’s ur idk yearly reminder that my modern au poemi is rly cute despite my awful art

#gallery;#scribbles;#self;#lmao.......

&&. she moves almost silently, soles clicking against the stone flooring of the castle dungeons, visage split in two by a wide, savage, grin. she has spent hours chasing her prey yet she does not relent for whereas she is far from dedicated as her companions, she tolerates neither humiliation nor ---- almost like her HOLY grandfather ---- DEVIANCE. a girlish giggle escapes button - round lips and she holds a single claw to her face to both silence and admonish herself. a childish gesture -- suitable only for an absolute BRAT of a girl, but siralos help the poor fool who underestimates her for her immaturity.

a flash of holy radiance illuminates her vision and she LAUGHS as she skips after it; throws her head back and howls with laughter; without abandon or a care in the world. her voice, high and gleeful, reverberates off the walls of the castle's dungeons, surging down the dark, dank, corridors from which her prey had staggered from. her eyes are golden in the dim light filtered from the stained glass windows and, even above that, thick clouds and plumes of smoke, and she does not blink as she watches for her TOY.

she is in a good mood all things considering, allowed by her dearest father to romp as she wishes in the darkest corners of her kingdom and play as she like. but she is still poemi; princess of the flame world; daughter of the very DEVIL, and she has hungered for far too long. she is without any doubt a child but she is FEAR and she is cruelty condensed into daemonic form and she will FUCKING TEAR YOU APART; for the hands that point and slander are more suited to RIPPING and TEARING at flesh, and the eyes that burn so brightly with naivety have seen worlds crumble into ashes and the slaughter of thousands.

“ uwa, where are you going, hm ? i jus' want to PLAY ... ! ”

#( casually writes opens 4 wen muse returns )

headcanon: If there's one thing Poemi's learnt from Rieta, it is to hide weapons where no one will dare look for them. She keeps a set of bejwelled knives hidden in the ruffles of her underskirts, which she uses if her parasol is taken away from her.

#headcanons;