"Why do you act so weird?"
{ Lilo and Stitch Memes | Not Accepting }
“I am acting exactly like I am supposed to act! Why are you so weird? Why are you friends with a blob?”

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"Why do you act so weird?"
{ Lilo and Stitch Memes | Not Accepting }
“I am acting exactly like I am supposed to act! Why are you so weird? Why are you friends with a blob?”
*offers you a doughnut*
Random Actions
“ What on earth is this thing?! ”
The doughnut is cautiously pinched between two fingers and nearly tossed had he not smelled how sweet it was. It seemed edible--but why have a hole in the middle? This potential pastry was just so weird.
☾ = being found shirtless (because mun of summonthyscythe apparently wants to overload you with memes)
symbols // NOT ACCEPTING
Between all the other members of the order, Specter Knight was much more a mystery than Polar Knight even was. Several nights he’d found himself muttering to another member of the order with questions and comments--sometimes even made-up stories to piece together something similar to a backstory for the ghastly Knight.
There was one in particular--one he had to ask about--prompting him to explore the disgusting Lich Yard just miles away from his keep in search of the undead man himself. It comes as a surprise that he finds him, half undressed, sitting patiently by a groddy-looking stream. He’s unsure whether he wants to keep looking or not, a mixture of disgust and interest overwhelming him to a point where his face resembled some striking resemblance to a man who’d just choked down something bitter and sour.
Gross. Maybe. Nice? He’s unsure.
Specter Knight could stare back all he wants--yell at him to leave or advert his gaze--but by Gods could he not wrap himself around just one specific emotion to feel at this moment...
“It brings out your eyes.”
I love you starters // NOT ACCEPTING
This had to been the first and only time he’d ever been speechless. It felt like the very person before him had personally taken his tongue from him, rendering him a mess of mutters and mumbles.
It brings out his eyes? Such a compliment was rare, as were all compliments towards his person in this city. He’d grown so used to kindness being given with the stench of alcohol that this very sentence was startling.
A gasp, a stutter, and then words spoken in native tongue. His cheeks burned and eyes darted away, unsure of himself.
It was a pleasant surprise, at least... But such things needed to be celebrated privately, and so he bids the other person a quick goodbye before racing off with a hand raking through his hair and a bead of sweat dripping down his brow...
👀 + would u kiss ur best friend?
Truth // NOT ACCEPTING
It’s almost too quick of a confession--a bit unsettling, really, considering how the King typically acted. But there he was, a dry cough mixed with a laugh and even further painted together with fresh tears, it’s almost cartoonish how this man acted now and then.
“ Kiss MY best friend?! WHAT BEST FRIEND- ”
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
TEXTS / NOT ACCEPTING
TO: Gaster
FROM: Samuel Hayden
[ TEXT ]: For the last time, Sheogorath, you can ask for a spare key instead of breaking into my apartment.
[ TEXT ]: It’s getting difficult to tell whether I should be concerned or not after coming home.
[ TEXT ]: Oh. I apologize. These messages clearly weren’t for your eyes. Disregard them and continue with your day.
✋️
Pin my muse // NOT ACCEPTING
A lot of things are rushing through his mind. Who was this person? How did they get into his apartment? How did they get the better of him--enough to even knock him back down against his bed? Why? There’s far too many questions left unanswered as he immediately reacts by forcing himself back upright. The stranger, nearly hidden in the shadow of his nearly pitch black apartment with only the soft blue of his ocular light illuminating a small portion of their features, seems to have stumbled back from his sudden force. Whatever they were doing, it seemed highly unlikely their intents were good.
“ I’m going to give you five seconds to get out of my apartment. Whether you make it to the door or not is none of my concern, but if I catch you, the consequences for your poor choices won’t be ‘pretty’. ”