#avargeist

[ivymancy-grove]

Feeds you and feeds you and feeds you and feeds you and feeds you and-

Girl is relentless when she gets in the mood. And she'll be giggling her non-existent ass off the entire time~.

[lostbeltronin]

     “any villain that preys upon a woman while she’s eating her cake will face the wrath of miyamoto musashi!” in a typical musashi fashion she’d completely misread the situation. a few guys had gathered around this woman eating cake beneath a cherry blossom tree and she’d thought them to be a nuisance, but she hadn’t comprehended that they were just asking for a quick word for a local newpaper.

     “begone fiends, or taste my wooden blade!”

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[ivymancy-grove]

@batratcatman

"Huh? Why? I've always loved food. I always had a big appetite. That... was all I really cared about. The rest of my court accepted it."

That's... right, right! She was always a demanding brat, wasn't she? And she never stopped, either. Well into adulthood, she waved away dignitaries, letters from her parents, complaints from workers' guilds and unions, arranged marriage proposals, all for her courts to respond to and deal away with while she hogged away until she could no longer eat a single bite.

That... was how things went, right? It has to be. She doesn't remember looking at any of that herself, at least.

[ivymancy-grove]

What was her name, anyways? She can't recall. She remembers being called "Your Highness," but her memory of her own name is... fuzzy. Is that her fault, or the fault of her undead reanimation, that it made her forget? She doesn't rightly know.

She remembers her blue dress... tearing it, very often... she remembers eating well, so much throughout the day that her stomach was often left bloated and pained every afternoon. And... before she was too fat to walk... before...

Ugh, whatever. Like her past matters. She really needs to just forcefeed some idiots to make herself feel better.

[ivymancy-grove]

@batratcatman

"Oh, stop, you flatterer! I'm nothing special, really. I just think anyone can become cute as a button if they try, and I'm here to help!"

"You don't think I'm a monster, do you?" ... A very large army of conjured food was fluttering right behind her. It seemed this innocent question came with implicit threat.

[isolaradiale]

Sorry to those I was threading with but I've really been struggling with this one. I might give her another shot some time, but for now I'd like to drop Yuyuko Saigyouji from Touhou, she was house in townhouse 237

She’ll be dropped for you!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

[youllgocrystalcrazy]

   When was the last time someone else lived in Townhouse 237? Someone other than the Doctor? There was Darrell, but he’d vanished without a trace. Makoto, who simply moved out on her own volition. To move in with a friend? Safe to say, it’s been quite sometime since anyone else stepped foot within Neo’s Domicile. The house may as well have been his own considering the circumstances. Five whole months of solitude. And Cortex was just fine with that!! The lack of roommates allowed him to set up a covert surveillance system within on the chance there were intruders or new residents. The silence allowed him to focus on the plans he had in store for this city. Blueprints strewn about in his room with various detailed sketches of the C.V.R., N.E.O. and many other future inventions. And best of all, no one to judge him when he belted out some of his favorite tunes of The Trammps. Even with all of the irksome events over the months, Cortex found his home to be a safe haven now. He’d never admit it though. He was... actually happy to life this secluded! Sure the lack of basic human interaction drove him up the walls a little. And yes, the urge to order someone around went unsatisfied. But otherwise, it was... passable.

   ...Until today.

   “AHH!!” Bolting out of his last position at a speed that almost impresses himself, he hurries towards his laptop, nearly stumbling over the organized chaos of his room in the process. The surveillance alarm had gone off, alerting Cortex that he was no longer alone in the house. An invader? A Theif? ...A Roommate? Whatever the case may be, he opens the camera feed on his screen and surveys the footage. Fingers intensely making the keyboard click as he scans through it all. Living room; Nothing. Spare Rooms; Nothing. Hallway; Nothing. Kitchen; something was slightly off, but Cortex dismissed that as a side effect from one of his little late night cravings. Otherwise, nothing. No one was on the feed. Not a soul. Slumping in his seat, his hair droops. A small disgruntled man crossing his arms and muttering something under his breath. “A False alarm... Tch... I was certain when I coded the program that a scenario like this wouldn’t arise. I’ll have to run a diagnostic then...” He snorts, sitting back up in his seat to watch the screen closer now. “But still, this shouldn’t have happened to begin with... Something must have tripped the system... Maybe some Vermin snuck into the house. Or perhaps Coco is trying to interfere again...”

   “Then again, what’s the difference between those two. It’s still a pest problem. Hmhmhm... Alright. One more look.” Again, fingers type away at the keyboard as Cortex tries to pay closer attention to the feed.

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[deathreversed]

Perhaps she should be staying inside for the duration of this festival. Nier already feels uneasy in a crowd, and the sheer activity level of Springtide just leaves her with an uneasy feeling gnawing at her gut. Even though all the others milling around her seem to be filled with cheer and good moods, it does nothing to lift her own spirits.

Desperate to reach a more secluded place, Nier takes a turn through a side alley. Already, the darkness makes her feel more at ease, and she breathes a sigh of relief right up to the moment where she trips over something lying in the middle of the path.

As Nier cradles her scraped knee, anguishing over the fact that her healing magic has been restricted, she spots the item that tripped her in the first place; it looks like a small, colorful egg. Her injury forgotten, she crawls over to pick it up, only to find that the egg has opened, and inside is a hard, plastic card. It has a logo for one of the restaurants in the ward, something she’s passed by on trips with friends.

The sound of footsteps nearby causes Nier’s ears to twitch, and she looks up to see she’s not alone in the alleyway. Normally, her own fear would prevent her from saying anything, but at this moment, her confusion overrides that.

She holds up the card, frowning. “W-what’s this supposed to be?” she asks, as if the stranger might know.

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