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Don’t   Starve

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          ‘   Oh   my   gosh,   you’re   making   it   WORSE   !   ‘ 

[shxtteredmirr0r-blog]

🌸 (starting off v soft uwu

The first thing she does when she suddenly feels something on her head? she squeaks. Her hands quickly go to her head, where she finds soft petals there. When she realizes it's nothing harmful, she turns around and looks at Dark.

"Ah, it's you... you scared me for a second there" She sighs, a noticeable pink blush forming on her pale cheeks.

[theauthorlives]

@notletin​ -  Well... At least it’s not a dead mouse

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What a strange reaction. But before Yancy could point this out, Dark revealed the mystery item. A long second passed before the prisoner cautiously lifted it to examine the model. All the while, his face showed the level of concentration he was giving it as he worked on identifying it.

“Heh... Guess youse knows this is a Ferrari with how th’ car logo is here clear as day. But this is one of them F355s. I wanna say it’s a GTS... Youse didn’t hafta get me this, but thanks. An’ there ain’t nothin’ ta worry. Havin’ a peacock pokin’ my leg ain’t th’ worst that’s happened ta me.”

[theauthorlives]

notletin

Dark vc: Wait, you're actually smart enough to commit a crime? I'm impressed

“Oh please. This sort of smugness is not at all fitting for one such as you. Do us all a favour. Put a ball gag in your mouth and sit in the corner like a good boy.”

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

❛  what’s  with  that  look  ?  ❜

Morgan blinked. The decidedly not human entity would have to excuse them; it wasn’t every day they met someone who just appeared out of thin air. They rubbed at their eyelids, hoping to alleviate the ringing in their ears and the throbbing between their temples. Had Morgan… met this man before? They would have remembered him if they had. His oppressive aura, the way reality seemed to twist in on itself just to allow his existence; Morgan would have remembered meeting someone like that. 

…Right? 

 They shook their head and stared at the entity defiantly. “How else should I look at you?” They signed.

[blueheartedmayor]

@notletin - continued from here

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"Why are you being so flippant about this?!" How was Dark so calm with such an injury on his neck?? Damien was wringing his cane in an attempt to try and process the mess in front of him. "Every time I have seen you lately you've been injured. You've been stabbed, shot, punched, and who knows what else. How can you expect me to be calm about this?"

It was taking everything in him not to start pacing. He knew he couldn't talk sense into the entity at this point. It was too late for that.

"Darkling, please. You need to try and keep out of trouble. What if you aren't so lucky next time? What if something awful happens to you? What if..." He had to pause to collect himself. It wouldn't be that bad. "Please. The mess can be cleared later, but I need to know you're going to be okay... Does it hurt?"

[theauthorlives]

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.” ((to Yancy of course!

Concern meme (accepting!)

@notletin Dark vc you made the right choose xD

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"No no, stay back. I can takes care of myself just fine." Yancy took another step back, despite the wince he gave as he did so. "This place ain't so big. It'll only take a few minutes ta get to th' medical wing. Just... Stay back." Poor Yancy was making his wariness of Dark rather clear. Who comes out of nowhere offering aid anyway??

[blueheartedmayor]

There's the faint smell of smoke floating around Damien. Faint, but just enough to be noticable. Soon after, swirls of blue and red became visible. Something similar to the feeling of arms wrapped themselves around Damien. One low rumble of a laugh later, actual arms took their place around the mayor's torso. "Hello, Damie." Resting his chin on the man's shoulder, Dark offered a genuine smile. "You didn't think I forgot your birthday, did you?"

@notletin

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Damien wasn’t home long. He had shrugged off his coat, placed the pin in its normal resting spot, and had pulled a casual sweater on over his shirt when he thought he could smell smoke. It was somewhat worrying when he knew he had not lit any candles or the fireplace. When he was about to investigate if there was a fire, a glimpse of colour caught his attention. Blue, then red. His eyes widened in realisation just as he felt a light sensation around his torso. As a familiar laugh reached his ears, he felt himself lean back into a familiar chill.

“I was grasping for straws by this stage,” he teased with a matching smile. “It’s good to see you, Darkling.”