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[seasaltpoppet-blog]

Traveling had taken it’s toll on the small Nobody. She sat down on a bench, tired and hungry.

“What I would do for some ice cream right now.”

[agiios-moved-blog]

I still don’t get what’s so bad about rolling in the mud! It’s fun! Really fun! You should give it a try!

[abelovedfuture-blog]

      ❝ ⁷⁷⁴ ▬   “Imagine how many cats there would be if we took all of them from every world to count them in the space where all the portals are... There’d be a preposterous amount of them and I’d love it!!”

[creatingheavens]

“...so if every one of these pillars leads to a new world...I wonder if there are other Spiral races out there? I know I said I’d leave the ambassador stuff to Rossiu and the others but...”

“Just taking a quick look shouldn’t hurt!”

Without another word, or any further consideration for what he might be throwing himself into, Simon walked into the nearest pillar of light, letting himself be swept away and into another world. He couldn’t possibly predict where he would end up, or if there would be any Spiral races beyond these lights, but that didn’t dissuade him.

There wasn’t room for that kind of worry in the heart of a man like him.

[sangwine-blog1]

     ❝ I’m not saying I DID break it -- ❞

    ❝ And I’m not saying I DIDN’T break it -- ❞

    ❝ But I AM saying that my answer to that question depends greatly on how valuable that thing was. ❞

[gnawingdarkness-blog]

 There he stood, in this vast, yet empty space that appeared to connect entirely different worlds, if what he had seen so far was going to be the norm. He wasn’t really doing anything much in particular, just...thinking. About what this place meant, about what he should do about it, about what would happen if someone really bad found this place...stuff like that. From what he’d seen (and been able to go to), there really wasn’t a whole lot to protect where he was from--maybe those things in the sky, but who the hell was going to reach them?--but all the same he couldn’t shake this sense of apprehension he had about the whole thing.

   Then there’s the whole thing about his memories. All of them, just...gone. He couldn’t even fully recall his name--something starting with R, but he couldn’t get his memory to cooperate beyond that. It’s weird and it didn’t make any sense and he wanted them back--his memories, that is. He figured this was probably true for everybody, but not even knowing who the hell he is isn’t exactly a good feeling. He figures maybe if he knew how it happened he could figure out a way to get it to not happen, but--surprise, surprise--that wasn’t something he could recall either.

     “Tch....dammit. This whole thing just...sucks.” He sighs.

     He can feel something--a presence behind him. Just how long were they there? He turns his head slightly to indicate that he knows they’re there.

    “You know it’s not polite to stare, right?”

[shakeallthehands-blog]

`` Hey! I dunno what the hell is going, but if it's about me drawing a dick on your window, well, maybe you shouldn't have been a dick! ``

sometimes, a story begins with the most incredulous exclamations -- a random event to pull the viewer into the world that our story is going to take place in, with the least amount of effort. it's usually never clear what happened prior to that event, but at that point most people either forget or don't care, because they're absorbed in the now. a good shock opening is usually pretty good at doing that sort of thing.

most stories usually have a clear cut beginning, right? here's your story, this is what caused it all go down, and at some point, you're introduced to the douchebag behind the misery of the main characters. well, this story might be a little bit different. take a small town delinquent with powers out the wazoo, give him a can of spray paint, and a target that deserves to have their windows painted with crudely drawn male genitalia, and one has the beginnings of a tale that... honestly, makes no damn sense.

`` Okay, I get it, I get it. I insult you, you assert your dominance in the dickhead community by pulling a total dick move like this. Now, uh, fix this, yeah? ``

no response. Delsin briefly covered his eyes with an exaggerated gesture, counted loudly to three, and then dropped his arms to his sides with a deflated, but still hopeful, "tadaa~."

too bad nothing changed, and everything still looked like a weird fever dream with more pillars of light than an old akomish wives tale.

`` .... Guuuueeeessss not. `` 

sometimes, a story begins because someone has spray paint and way too much time on their hands.

[criminxal-blog]

         for the few moments his eyes were closed, it felt like he was falling. though the air, falling backwards but when green opened to the light the feeling washed away from his form and left him feeling tingly in every nerve. opening and closing his fingers against the white handle of his melodic cudgel in his left.

his head turned left and right, searching for the woman always at his side but she was nowhere to be found. left in this strange place by himself. his eyes following the many lights up into the endless sky of sparkling stars that for a moment even left the criminal in awe before his jaw snapped shut.

roman had no time to be gawking at the sights when he still had a job to do unless he wished his behind to get roasted by the queen.

twirling the cane in his hand, roman lets his legs take him into a pillar, letting the light take him at his had before but his feet did not land on the gravels of grimm covered streets but instead his eyes opened to strange land and even more-

the face of a stranger.                          ❝ and you are? ❞