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He LAUGHS –– low and mirthless, barely sparing a diverted glance o’er the high-drawn rim of his collar though a single sterling brow does draw and hike. “ Run home, lost puppy; Your MASTER will be waiting. “

#//* TATCHES BACK.#bonewalking

bonewalking ♥ starter call. // still accepting.

❝——y’know, you’re the one who up && DISAPPEARS on me all the time!! If anyone should, uh, be clinging like this it’s me! Unless——

——wait, are you just COLD?❞

#bonewalking #« im willing to fade away if this is how im saved. » v.05 & main & KH II.#( foams at the mouth over u and mo )#( when u try 2 be tough but end up concerned. )

bonewalking replied to your post:He finds. A small collectible spoon. He squints at...

(omg I thought everyone had those collectible spoons and just doesnt know how the fuck they got there they just ARE i have like 4)

Unholy; omg now I think I should clean up and see if I have spoons floating around--

#bonewalking #ooc

Hamartia, Welter, Yonderly

[ Headcanon Prompts ]

Hamartia: What is their worst character flaw that they themselves don’t recognize?

▪ ▪ ▪ He pretends to be a Guardian, to keep watch over the balance, after he single handedly spat in the face of that mindset when he trapped a World Eater in his forest. He took a stand, instead of allowing the destruction of that world to progress. This is not the nature of the world, that is not balance. He’s a hypocrite, in many ways.

Although, it’s arguable whether he recognizes this or not. Sometimes he does, sometimes he chooses not to think about it. Sometimes forgetting why he’s no longer technically a Guardian is easier than facing it.

Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?

▪ ▪ ▪ Home, probably. Or rather–taking a new place and making it home. Humans have the beautifully versatile ability to make a home wherever they go, to take what they care about and make that their home instead of a place they are bound to.

Robin will only ever know one home, and he knows this on his basest level. He is condemned to wander an eternity looking for it, knowing that it no longer exists.

Yonderly: What kinds of things do they think about when they zone out?

▪ ▪ ▪ Surprisingly inane things. He tends to zone out while he’s out in the wilderness, which is inevitably one of his favorite places to be. He enjoys watching wildlife, and he tends to think about them often. He will make note of families, of newborn cubs, of migratory patterns. He will wonder how a certain animal he encountered months ago is doing now.

#bonewalking #▪ ▪ ▪ headcanons #▪ ▪ ▪ memes

▪ ▪ ▪ Hear that the low-key love of his life is going to get dildo ‘lessons’ from Kuja.

C h o kes.

#▪▪▪ dash crack #bonewalking #[[ JUST FIGURED i should share this ]]#[[ re: last night ]]#[[ // cackles into the distance ]]

bonewalking replied to your post:Sorry I just got hella excited over Molimo...

(Ehehhhh that’s a lil bit of me there tbh. He’s way better at getting over it then me cuz he’s just so damn lonely. XD)

It’s really rough to have AvPD and to feel chronically isolated/lonely, I feel it. :c All the worse for him because he’s an outsider no matter where he goes, so it just compounds that “not wanted here” paranoia.

#bonewalking #out of books;

💋!

Send “💋” for my character’s reaction to being kissed awake by your character

Confusion.Not disgust, not indignation - bewilderment. Kuja stared at the pink-haired man, not entirely convinced he wasn’t dreaming; he recognized the odd individual, of course (who could forget him), but what was he doing here? They’d met before in crowded cities, in places where familiar strangers crossing paths was expected... not in the middle of an otherwise unremarkable valley, beneath the sheltering boughs of a forest.And Mo certainly hadn’t kissed him awake before; that was new.Kuja touched his lips briefly, still baffled, then - “Good morning to you, too.”

#//...mo :|#bonewalking

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▪ ▪ ▪ “...I suppose I was a fool to fear you would forget about it,” he admitted, at length. “Or maybe I hoped you would.”

Time to bury it, then. Molimo had a way of dragging out the very things he was avoiding. It was confounding.

“But I’m glad you came.” He offered a soft, desperate smile.

The graveyard echoed an insistent wind around them. The grave a dozen yards away from the bench had fresh flowers, although the stone was that of a pauper’s. Robin wouldn’t look at it.

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