#dotd; cat

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🎫

{ 9 of cups, 8 of wands, 7 of swords - material/emotional/physical well-being, swift movement, someone has taken something }

“what do you mean it’s locked? it can’t be locked!! we’re the ones who set the access code-- I--”

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¥ Txt from 🌘: HELP ME TEASE FROST, HE IS BEING A GOOBER

GOOD GODS.

rorekV1.04 sent to 🌘

[txt] holy fuck okay

rorekV1.04 sent to slushie

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🎧💞

Kill! Kill! Kill! - The Pierces

Lost in the Rhythm - Jamie Berry Feat. Octavia Rose

Pocketful of Sunshine - Natasha Bedingfield

St. James Ballroom - Alice Francis

A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard 

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{ Dove and Cat both working at Frost’s place? Yes please.

Cat/Luna is @daughterofthedream

And Frost [not pictured] is @frosttheelemental }

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{ @daughterofthedream, con’t from [here] }

The squeeze, oh the squeeze. If it weren’t for your noodle arms that might hurt Jenn.

“You are okay! I have been looking for you for over a week!” You yell muffled into her her chest. You’re not crying, you’re definitely not crying.

[*Well is that not just the sweetest thing.]

“I’m happy to see you too but that hurts--” Dove petted Cat’s hair and back gently, wincing. “hey Flowey, could you?” 

[ HP 3/8 ]

Flowey dropped a monster candy into her hand without comment.

[ HP 8/8 MP 20/20 ]

“Hey, Cat, or whatever your name is. Ease up, she can’t take any kind of roughhousing yet.”

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O, O O O O O....who cares if it's one press per person, she's trying anyway

{ Dove’s locked in a death machine! Send O to save, X to kill! || O5 / X3 }

[ A fifth green light illuminates itself - only for a loud, ear-shattering buzzer to go off. Another row of 5 green lights appear as a penalty. Oh dear. ]

* f u c k

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@daughterofthedream "Eeee!" best kitty.

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😏 (noncanon, obvs)

{ of course. @daughterofthedream; for [a] Dove to use Cat for illegal experiments }

Kite’s smile was rather horrifying to behold. From the right, she was almost indistinguishable from Dove. They had the same face; but the left side of the very obviously maddened Kite’s face was a terror to behold. Something with claws had maimed her, three broad, angry scars had ripped from her hairline almost to her mouth. The eye was replaced with some sort of terrifying cybernetic. The white ring of lights in the all-black casing resembled a skeleton’s eyelights far more than anything else.

“now, now, pet, it’ll hurt less if you don’t struggle. the doctor was very curious as to the effects of DT on integrity.” 

Cat was strapped down to the table, a number of monitors checking her heart rate, hp, and a few other difficult-to-identify numbers that didn’t obviously correlate to anything. The not-Dove held a smallish syringe full of a glowing red liquid, which was inserted expertly into a vein.

“do brace yourself.”