#fiduspawn master

[tittytoreador]

oK, bUT CAN YOU COUNTER,,, tHIS?!

[gamzee--makara]

@fiduspawn-master started following you!

Oh FuCk NoW iT's AlReAdY tWo MoThErFuCkErS! :oD

hAhA sAmE tO yOu, WhAt'S uP, wHaT's GoInG oN tOnIgHt?

[honkzi]

@fiduspawn-master heh :oD gonna have plenty motherfuckers to sleep with me

[voidy]

7/7

> -- Just as you promised, day as dawned, and you leave Fex’ side. 

> -- So weak, so heavy is your ka. Starved and yearning for anything, anything at all. How you wish this could be over. It will be, soon, you feel it. 

> -- You arrive at Tavros’ hive, just before day's end. The sun sets, and you can feel yourself fading as it does.

> -- And you wake up. It’s so, so cold. Much colder than when you were drifting, and that is when you realize - it’s totally dark. Nothing makes sense in this moment, nothing feels real. Your hands feel for your chest, your head - you... You feel! 

> -- You succumb to the sudden weight of having a physical husk, heart thrumming as your contracted arteries begin to push blood though you again. Your hands reach up, stopped by a - door? 

> -- Oh! Yes! Tavros kept your body in the cooling unit so it wouldn’t decay. But with the state you feel in, you cannot imagine something hasn’t been damaged for good. 

> -- With the last bit of energy you have in your core, you kick the top open. A rush of warm air fills the vacuum, and you think you would have frozen if left in there for one more day. But it’s fine - you crawl out of the trunk, and the door swings back onto your leg. You fall, but slide out. The ground is... tiled, golden and black, and you nuzzle your cheek against the smooch surface. Oh, god, you’re crying aren’t you? Now you’re kissing the ground, just shy of sobbing. This doesn’t look like any barn you remember, but you’re too tired to question it. 

> -- There isn’t much energy you have to keep going like this. You’re chilled to the bone, even for a blueblood. You message Tavros:

D --> I am alive. Sorry about your freezer. Can you come get

> -- You pass out while typing, but manage to send the message with a fumble, your device falling to the side. Hopefully Tavros get your message before too long.

> -- Your hair is... softer, than when you were alive. Hrm.

[aproposalofnothing]

@fiduspawn-master @equiuszahhak @nepeta-leijon @hal-ware @redgravedigger @parallelsimulacrum @crepuxulum @zealouszahhak

D --> Is it inappropriate to e%tend a general greeting

D --> I am Equius Zahhak D --> Some of your identifiers are more immediately

D --> Recognizable

D --> Than others

[damara]

It’s the middle of the day. The bright Alternian sun had stopped effecting your skin long ago, though it never ceases to sting your eyes. They narrow on the hive before you, turning up to the sky. You see one moon, perhaps the other is still below the horizon? This doesn’t make sense. Your brow furrows, and you flash between existences for a short moment, and it is night. 

There is only one moon.

The Demoness had never come across an Alternia that wasn’t like this, let alone one that wasn’t theirs. Perhaps in all their time of traveling the timeline, they’d managed to finally access a different timeline - 

There’s a rustling from behind, and the witch snaps their head back to see what it is. Against the backdrop of the windmill, is an ochre blood. His horns are long, he must be a Nitram. 

“Name.” They ask, the answer will help determine what year this is, at the very least.

[ @fiduspawn-master ]

[emberoops-archive]

@fiduspawn-master i should like. set up a support group for significant others of chaotic hungry people.

in the meantime, some bath bombs use glitter made of seaweed. they are better for the environment and also made of seaweed, so i would assume eating them would be less dangerous.

but weve already established my track record with things like that so idk

[stickerfashions]

fiduspawn-master replied to your post: Dipper could have boyfriends too, but he’s a shy...

uHHH, rELATABLE THOUGH,,,,,

You don’t make like a billion step lists just to ask someone to dance, do you?