#awiishingstar

[someflareoutwithlove]

awiishingstar answered your ask “[Text]: 3am chicken nugget run?”

[Text] When you wake up from a nightmare at three AM anthing is a good ida 

[Text] Also opp wrng number

[Text] Offers still open tho. Better to go with someone than go along and get stabbed 

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@awiishingstar

It was a rather peaceful morning at the moment. It was only him, Petra, Barnaby, and only a handful of customers right now. That was bound to change later, not that he really minded. 

He was just glad to be working. It felt like things were really getting back to normal. He heard the telltale 1-up jingle as the door was opened and gave the customer a smile.

“Good morning there, Sir,” he said. 

[theketchupspy]

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“Am I still on your couch?” Gemüse murmured, rolling, aside, staring out with blurry eyes.  He shook it off, forced himself into a standing position; stretched.  He felt like he hadn’t moved in a week--

He wasn’t feeling perfect; but he was feeling better; as if the worst of the flare had passed.  He grimaced, looked off out the window; how long had it been?

“Are you sure there’s nothing I could do?  I’m not the--best--at things, but I might be able to apply some skills if there’s something you need--?”

[cynic-longevity]

@awiishingstar

He was half-thinking about just putting up the ‘Closed’ sign when the man walked in this one was an unusual one, if his Aura had anything to say about it.  Still, the immortal wasn’t exactly looking for things to do.

“If you’re the kind who’s just here for fancy teas, I don’t have quite so many of those,” he said from behind the counter, head propped up on his elbow.

[worldofthebatala]

Dead Boy’s Wish

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There is a faint little voice, somewhere drifting. Somewhere. Delicate. Young. Afraid. But it's there. The little thing tried to approach, but he is afraid. So for now... he hides under a leaf. Scared. At the moment, he isn't visible unless the Wishing Witch looks beneath the leaf. Hopefully his curiosity won't get the better of him.

"Wish... you grant wishes?" he meekly asks, though he may not be clear, as his voice is partially muffled by his anxiety and shyness. Once the Witch lifts the leaf, he'd see a little child no taller than his hand, a small boy with painted leaves on his back like that of a spotted dragonfly and a funny headdress on his head.

[fearbehindasmile-archive]

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—“I do apologise for stopping you, but I must say; your eyes are quite APPEALING. I adore them.”

[beckonkill]

“ you can’t expect much of people. ”

the hoosier schoolboy meme.

“You really can’t.”

How did Quentin end up here?  Sitting on the ground, with some stranger. His clothes worn and dirty, expression tired.

“I’ve saved the world numerous times and they still look at me with suspicion and hatred.”

[wanderingthroughideas]

“You have seaweed in your hair.”

The mer looked up towards the top of his head and reached to pull the offending plant out of his hair. He tossed it back into the water behind him and it landed with a wet splot.

“Thanks” he said with a smile. “My friend and I had been playing hide and seek in the kelp earlier. Must’ve gotten caught.”

Joey didn’t usually appear to most people but, there was something.....different about this one. Calming. Trustworthy.

“What brings you out here?”