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Playtime.
@adventure-and-stuff
._.- ♧ That playful tail swishing and swaying swiftly as in jolts from the excitement, Meteora was chewing something to ribbons and with the crunches it made? It by no means was soft, but rather dense as it was a bone it turns out. But that nose sniffing the air in the family garden, something new had breached the walls that kept her from the outside world, but what could it be?
"can i pay you in swag?" (( we haven't rped in a while and i wanted to send something in, lol ))
“Nikki, what the heck is swag?”
"WOW, how did you get your hair to be so wild like that?" The nine-year old had asked enthusiastically as she pointed at him.
@adventure-and-stuff
❝It’s not exactly wild-❞ Light began as he turned around to see the young girl behind him. ❝Wait, how are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?❞
The only reason that he wasn’t currently there was because he was invited into the Task Force to help with the Kira case, but apparently this child must of been here since she had probably ditched class.
| omg me and @adventure-and-stuff literally just wrote a bob’s burgers au for camp camp sos |
| literally going to ship mabel x nikki because of @adventure-and-stuff stuff and @sparkly-bubble-gum-sweaters |
adventure-and-stuff replied to your post: "/Does that mean ya hate Twizzlers too though,...
sorry max we can’t be friends anymore >:(
ANY FAN OF LICORICE’S COUSIN TWIZZLERS IS NO FRIEND OF MINE. IT’S GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION.
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reveal his secrets | accepting.
october 21st
my emotions are getting worse. i want to furiously punch something all the time and i feel extreme aggression. my dad cut off my phone. i can’t call chris. i can’t go over his house without sneaking out. i can only stay in my room. i don’t know what happened to my mom but she’s been gone to get milk for a few days now and my dad won’t tell me anything. i don’t know what to do. if i ask again he might beat the shit out of me again and i can’t go to school with another black eye or mr. jackson might get suspicious. writing in this notebook makes me feel a little better. but i still wish i hadn’t been alive.
