Aug 31, 2025
O I I got a quick question! What instrument would Script (little) play in a band? :]
omg i so sorry i was asleep 😭
if it’s classical music, it would be the cello
if it’s just for fun it would be drums
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O I I got a quick question! What instrument would Script (little) play in a band? :]
omg i so sorry i was asleep 😭
if it’s classical music, it would be the cello
if it’s just for fun it would be drums
favorite & least favorite survivor
He paused, humming to himself.
“…Well, my favorite would have to be Mia, but.. I can’t think of a least favorite. They’re.. mostly all the same. If they don’t get in my way, I don’t get in theirs.”
He sighed, then rubbing a hand behind his neck. “As for the other killers, I guess Noob is alright…” He slightly stiffened, voice deadpan as he continued. “..and Chance is my least favorite.”
"don't go overboard" is 15 live salmon overboard...
MAGIC ANON! 15 live salmon.
"Now, where were-- WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" He shouts, scrambling back like a cat at the sudden salmon.
means hes pink . evil style . spectre's in there
"THE FUCKING SPECTRE????" He yowled, fully dropping the medkit this time as he put his hands on his head. He then paused, thinking. "....I guess that.. makes sense?? With him ripping Telamon's wings off?" He murmured, then gently picking up the medkit as he skated back to his cabin.
Do you know why the bugs pink, Elliot? We're a little.. afraid, I suppose?
-☁️⬛️
He hums, seemingly not properly processing the question at first before freezing up. "HE'S PINK NOW? WHAT????" He shrieked in confusion, nearly dropping the newly found medkit in his hands. "...NO???? I DON'T KNOW WHY?????"
Telamon staggers over, cloak clutched around himself like a lifeline, leaning against the doorframe for support. He takes a moment longer to start speaking than he usually does- never the type to wait to talk.
"Elliot. Are you, maybe, busy? Telamon needs help- NOT URGENT."
...that feels like it just might be a lie.
-@t3lam0n (hai honeyyyy)
Elliot, who was briefly dozing off by the fireplace, jolted at the sudden voice in the doorway. Hesitantly, he turned his head, squinting at the huddled form of Telamon and then getting up from his chair. From the looks of things, whatever Telamon needed help with was 100% urgent— as per usual, though, the idiot was probably too proud to admit it. “If it isn’t the golden man of the hour.” He began, weakly doing jazz hands before continuing, “…But, no, I’m not busy. What do you need, Telamon?” He asked, eyes glancing around the man in an attempt to spot any obvious wounds or other injuries.
Be Aware of The Bird.
He quickly tensed, slowly relaxing as he scoffed. "I'm already fully aware of him, you know. I know he exists, but thank you. ...did he get into some stupid bullshit again or something??"
join my emo band
He raised an eyebrow. "....I'm not joining your emo band. It's not like I can even quit my job right now, anyways."