<̵̨<͘.͡͏̢.̴͠.̷҉O҉̶h̀ ̢d͟e̸ą̸͟ŗ̵͝. ̛͢I͜͠t'̛s͜͜͟ ̡͠b͜e̴͢͡én̶ ̴q̀͡u̶̶i̵̧͜te a̧ wḩiĺ̨e͏-҉̧͜ .̸.͡.̢̀͡. ͝͏h́a̵s͘n̵̶'̸t̛̕ ̢́i̴ţ̢̛?̷҉>̨̛͠>̀͡
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Not today Justin

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Love Begins
will byers stan first human second

Janaina Medeiros
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dirt enthusiast

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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird

Kiana Khansmith

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@skeletalvoid
<̵̨<͘.͡͏̢.̴͠.̷҉O҉̶h̀ ̢d͟e̸ą̸͟ŗ̵͝. ̛͢I͜͠t'̛s͜͜͟ ̡͠b͜e̴͢͡én̶ ̴q̀͡u̶̶i̵̧͜te a̧ wḩiĺ̨e͏-҉̧͜ .̸.͡.̢̀͡. ͝͏h́a̵s͘n̵̶'̸t̛̕ ̢́i̴ţ̢̛?̷҉>̨̛͠>̀͡
[REDACTED] Smol update, friends- I promise I’m not dead! Holiday retail hell is drawing to its inevitable close, and I have three GLORIOUS days off this coming week! I’m still tired as all get out (what’s new, haha) but hopefully next week will be my time to get back on this goofy gloop and have fun with my favorite batch of sinners.
...At least until the week after that, when I am apparently going to be trained on 1 a.m. shifts. SIGH.
I hope everyone has an amazing New Year! Be safe out there!
Ah yes, tomorrow is the time to remove the mystery cubes from beneath the festive cone and tell tales of a large red intruder
☃ Christmas Inspired Starters ☃
“I wasn’t sure what to get you.”
“When did this turn into an ugly sweater party?”
“I wish it would snow.”
“Wake up! It’s Christmas!”
“It’s Christmas Eve. That means I can open a present right?”
“Is this eggnog spiked?”
“Can you help me untangle these lights?”
“You can’t put alcohol in the hot chocolate.”
“Surprise! I’m your Christmas present.”
“I’d rather spend Christmas with you.”
“Who’d you piss off to get invited to this party?”
“You cannot do what you did last year.”
“Is that supposed to be a snowman?”
“Can I put the tree topper on this year?”
“I dunno, this tree looks a little bare.”
“Of course I would love spending Christmas with your parents!”
“Is it considered Christmas wine if I drink it on Christmas?”
“That tree isn’t even going to fit in the house! Why did you buy it without measuring it first?”
“I’d rather be someplace warm.”
“I burnt the ham, let’s just order a pizza.”
“Why is there a reindeer on my front lawn?”
“None of these Christmas lights work.”
“I slipped and fell on the ice.”
“I’m not any good at ice skating.”
“Here, you can wear my gloves.”
[REDACTED] Hey y’all, just a quick update- I think I’m gonna have to declare a semi-hiatus until after Christmas. I just got my schedule today and-… this week’s going to be intense, and I’m going into it already exhausted. I’ll still be around a bit, sending memes and whatnot, but big replies are gonna have to wait until my brain re-solidifies from Christmas-retail goop. I’m so sorry to the folks who have been so patiently waiting on me for replies; I promise I’ll settle down with a gallon of coffee once Christmas is done and get those back out.
Hope everyone’s enjoying their weekend! <3
Black Mage || Type-C || OC for the Final Fantasy IX Fandom
|| My babel tongue, my {come-undone}. ||
[REDACTED] Hey y’all, just a quick update- I think I’m gonna have to declare a semi-hiatus until after Christmas. I just got my schedule today and-... this week’s going to be intense, and I’m going into it already exhausted. I’ll still be around a bit, sending memes and whatnot, but big replies are gonna have to wait until my brain re-solidifies from Christmas-retail goop. I’m so sorry to the folks who have been so patiently waiting on me for replies; I promise I’ll settle down with a gallon of coffee once Christmas is done and get those back out.
Hope everyone’s enjoying their weekend! <3
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“̀͢Sąn̶̢s̢̀͜-̵̸̷.́.́͝.̷͞”̛
Oh, this was the worst kind of mistake; he’d have done better never to leave those cracks and crevices he’d managed to seep back through. Every splinter in that carefully-constructed grin, every word laid down with the precision and finality of a slamming door- every flicker and flare in the shadows of his eye spoke it- no, screamed it, as the skeleton himself never would-
STOP S T O͏̵̢ P̫̠̱̹̮͜͝͞
...Ah, but that was the rub.
He’d tried before, oh yes- entire timelines spent without so much as a glimpse beyond the hidden rooms in Waterfall, or the deep labs in Hotland. And again, others spent shadowing them- shadowing him- curbing every instinctive reach, biting back every habitual, whispered reply; because most of the time he couldn’t hear him, no, most of the time it was safe, but you never knew what careless whisper would prompt a sudden, eerily-smooth turn of that smooth skull.
It had been a problem, and an increasingly persistent one, as the timelines splintered and parted and shifted back and forth- so much so, in the end, that he had decided- against all odds, against every instinct and every lesson sunk deep into this half-liquid remnant of him-
....to try a small experiment.
And here before him was the result, oh yes. Deliberately and consistently attempt to reintroduce a piece of no-longer-relevant data and the system rejects it, will always reject it, can’t help but reject it. Anything else is aberration. Abomination.
Look what you’ve done.
Thin hands curled, straightened; met and parted and twisted together in the throes of nervous indecision. He could leave now, yes- it might be best if he did, in the end. Sans would shake off these brief spells; doubtless dismissed as residual echoes of other timelines. Things would settle back into place for him; back into their fixed, immutable pattern.
Live. Die. Fight. Reset. Reset. R E S E T
...He couldn’t. (He never could.)
“̛͘.͢͜.͡.̀I̴’̀m͡ ͏́͜so͝r͢͏r͏͜҉y,͟͠ ̨̕S͘a҉̢͞n͏͏s͡͡. ̨Ì’m ̢s̷̢o̧ ̸s͟͡ó͢r̛r̴̢͠y̸..̸.̨̧”̢͘
Try to guess my character's fears. They'll have to answer honestly with yes or no and rate out of 10 how scared of it they are.
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His milkshake brought all the bees to the Void Why are There bees in the Void Please bees Get out of the Void Poor Gaster Is afraid of the bees
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◊: Do you bing-reply or prefer reply-queueing? ●: Which time of the day, do you rp best? ☺: Do you prefer memes, or plots? ☻: Which genres do you find the easiest to play? (angst, fluff, smut, etc.) ☼: Which tropes do you find overused/boring? ♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse? ♂: Is there any kind of music, you hear while writing? What kind of music? ♠: How many muses do you have? ♣: Can you play more than one muse, at the same time, or do you divide your rp-time between your muses? ♥: Are you selective, if yes, what makes you selctive? ♦: What can ‘kill’ your muse/ your inspiration? ♪: Name three things, that are absolutely mandatory for you, to be able to roleplay! ♫: Is there any kind of muse, you cannot play? ♯: Is there any kind of muse, you would like to play, but don’t dare? Why?
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[[REDACTED]] ahhhhh, they called me in to work early today, so I’ll be gone til later tonight. Good news is that I’ll be out earlier tho, so hopefully I’ll have enough energy left for more shenanigans ovo Hope everyone has a chill sunday!
| skeletalvoid
She’d never been in this room before. For some reason her breath hitched in her throat, eyes widening as she pressed her back on the door, but it wouldn’t open again.
In front of her was something … looking back at her ?
“ H-Hello ? S-Someone there … ? “
Something new.
Something new.
This room in Waterfall was a haven of his, a place to gather himself; a forgotten space in the world that welcomed whatever fragments could find it. The human had found him here, in a few of the timelines, but this-...
This had never happened before.
“͢Do̵n͢’͏t b̕é ͠a͞fr͞a̕i͟d҉, c͟h͏i̶l̴d. I̢ ͢w̕i̵ll n͝o̴t͢ ҉hu̵r͜t̡ ͢you͠.”̸
The words are slow, half-liquid, but intelligible enough; a mournful, leaden whisper in the dead air of the silent room.
“̵How̶ d͢i̵d̵ ͠you̢ find th̵is p̷ļac͢e̡? ͝I ̀have͠-.̶..”̡
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“..́.͟nev҉er̴ ̕see̶n͘ ̸y͜o̷u ͢b̴efor̀e̡.͞”͠
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Ask the muse about the mun- accepting!
What do you think about your mun’s music?
“Mnn-... well, it’s v҉ery͏eclectic. There’s music in here from places I’ve never even heard of, and most of it is fairly pl͘ȩas̵a̡n̸t̕ to listen to-...”
“...Although she does have the terrible habit of choosing a single song and listening to it for hours ̨on̡ end͘ ͝u̸n̢tiĺ thȩ l͘y̷r̵i͠cş d̨o͞n̷’̵͏t ͜e̛͢ve̢n̶̢͞ ͏̡ş͞ǫ̧́ú̸̕n̵̕d̕̕ ̷̀l̸̀͝i̢k̨̧e̕̕ ́w̕̕ǫ̴̕r͟͠͞ḑ͘̕s, which can be- er-..... frustrating at times.”