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Egg here, this is my child Min-kyu. He’s your pretty average dude with a love for memes. His social skills are a little lacking but he’s a good kid. Pls like or reblog if you’re interested in interacting with this gross independent oc and I’ll check you out.

#this is where I am currently holed up #sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth #( ooc™️ ).#( self promo™️ ).

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“Your sweatshirt…”

Deja vu crept over Shiloh as he blinked at the other’s clothing, just before a realization came to dawn on him. The pastels–of course! His fingers dug into his sweatshirt, identical in every way to the stranger’s own. He knew he shouldn’t be as happy as he was, but seeing someone wearing the same thing as him always bred a bit of joy in his being.

“Ah–!! We’re… the same!” A tinkle of laughter left him as he pointed between their shirts. “It looks v-very cute on you!”

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The demon blinked in confusion, he hadn’t expected the sudden burst of cheer or the compliment. Taking a moment to connect the other’s words to context he smiled slightly when he realized that the boy was commenting on their matching sweatshirts. “Thank you, it suits you too--” he replied, cheeks pinkening slightly. It made him glad that someone had the same tastes as him. Sometimes Chai felt a little odd about it-- not sure that they were a norm.

#holygoer #omg ty!! and this is great <3 #also I absolutely love shiloh

voicelcss:

Pft. Did the guy have to look at him like that? It’s not Anthony’s fault the cereal he wanted was all the way on the top shelf. ( Why are these shelves so high up anyway? )

Anthony sets the box in his hand aside to start picking up the ones scattered around the floor. ( While using some support from the shelves. His leg was just not agreeing with the movement. ) “You… uh… fine. You’re fine,” he waves off, placing boxes back to the best of his ability. “Um… Not dead… uh… right?”

Despite the lack of an apology and all that, Chai did’t have the heart to be incredibly upset. With a sigh he rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to help pick up the fallen boxes. “I suppose I am still alive.” Whether or not he was fine was a whole different case. Chai for once wasn’t going to give the stranger an incredibly hard time-- after all they seemed injured if the way he was depending on the shelves showed for anything. “Next time ask someone for help?” he suggested. That way he wouldn’t be hit by numerous boxes of cereal if he somehow managed to be in the line of fire once again.

#voicelcss #( pls you dropped cereal on him-- he needs more than an apology )

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“i’m not saying i’m lost, but….i might be lost.” this is not his proudest moment in his life story.

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“Ah--” Chai glanced around, “I sort of know the area. But I’m not great with directions...”

#fervory #rip sorry I took forever #& ty #<3

user-err0r:

A laugh from Jurik as the other spoke about how his past must have been hard–the replacements had been hard. If only he could divulge the secrets. But Ludek–Ludek’s safety was more important than his own. Ludek helped all manner of people, especially those with augments. To put him in danger wouldn’t be the end of his own augmentation and aid–but others who were far more deserving of the installer’s aid. “It was … the day I died. Though a heart still beats, though it may still be healthy, my innocence, my…. self was lost. And I take up these artificial limbs in the hope to make myself like them?” His eyes turned, the lens of the bionic eye widening before constricting as he glanced onto a group of “normal” humans in the distance.

“A petty goal, mine is. I will never again be like them.” Jurik’s expression was difficult to place. Longing, sad, angry–a number of them played in the creases of his narrowed eyes, the curl of his lip.

He watched the other carefully, listening closely, clearly intrigued. Chai couldn’t help but empathize. The craving for normalcy was one he was well acquainted with. Of course, Chai never had the option of being normal. From the get-go he was something different and strange, the act of creating him and the purpose behind it. Shaking his head, he sent his messy locks flying side to side. It was better to not think about his past or potential future.

“But, I don’t think you have to be like ‘them’,” he responded, his gaze following Jurik’s. Despite being so different himself, Chai did his best to live a simple, calm and normal life. To him it was alright if he could never be like everyone else. Though their situations were surely different.

“I don’t think it’s petty.” Wishing for something, no matter how impossible it was to achieve was never something to look down upon in his mind, unless it brought harm unto others.

#user-err0r #i have the opposite problem #I made chai for dark themes and all that #but now i just want him to be a happy child

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hi im ozzy and i only have ~$10-15 left to my name. there’s a week and a half left before i get my food stamps and i’m trying to feed two other people ( my mom and my minor niece ). i gathered up coupons for things i need, but it still isn’t enough and our fridge is getting dangerously empty.

it would mean sososo much to me if anybody could help out. even $1 would help!!! i’m just trying to make it to the 3rd of next month!!! and if you personally cant donate, just reblogging this to spread around would be a great help!!!

and if you can donate, please make sure you select friends and family instead of goods and services.

here is my mom’s paypal.me link. ( i don’t personally have one bc i don’t have a bank account ).

if you’re weary about what the money will actually be spent on, i will provide a picture of receipts from the grocery store upon request.

thank you for your time and i really really appreciate your help.

#( ooc™️ ).#I don't have any money #but I hope you get the help you need!

goldenwarfare:

— ✿ღ —She nodded some handing over the beverage to him. “I never drink anything that isn’t as sweet as myself.” Well sometimes she wasn’t THAT SWEET. So that was sorta a lie. “Well it’s sweet just like you. And it has caramel in it with vanilla. Cause I am a sucker for some caramel.” She did, aside from pizza and peanut butter, caramel was essential for her survival. — ✿ღ —

He looked away sheepishly, “I’m not that sweet--” But oh my, now that sounded delectable. Caramel was so sweet and it always seemed to cheer him up, although salted caramel was undoubtedly superior. Chai had no intention of complaining of course, he was happy to be offered a drink regardless of what flavor. Taking a sip of the drink he made an ‘ooh’ sound after, it was indeed very sweet-- he liked it.

#goldenwarfare #definitely C:

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❝So–❞ Speaking in between chews. Classy Dante. ❝Theoretically speaking, if I can’t pay for this meal….what happens? I just….wanna know.❞ He seemed aloof but was actually panicking. The money he had ‘found’ and wanted to use for this meal was back at his camp. In his satchel. So he had no means of paying for this meal.

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With arms crossed, Chai huffed at the other. Quirking a brow as the male stuffed his mouth he responded with, “What do you think?” Usually a good yelling, and probably kicking the beggar to the street, but if there was one thing Chai could never say no to, it was a stray. With one hand on his hip, the other scratched at his head as he contemplated the situation over. “Next time this happens I’m not gonna be so nice-- though there shouldn’t be a next time. For now, you could say I’m treating you.”

#mama chai gotta feed the poor kid #scelxstus #mama chai just can't help but take care of the poor bby

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