#rcsebelle

[allmonsters-blog1]

@rcsebelle || X

   [text]: no really. are you a slut? i’m looking to hook up, texting random numbers to see if i can score.

[tap-dancing-candyman]

Everyone's sharing a dessert, and there's an extra piece. What do you do?

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky- Personality Quiz Questions       “I... I would want to eat it! I’d eat it, but I’d wait until people show they don’t want it first... then just chuck it into my mouth! No food wasted!”

[tap-dancing-candyman]

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

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“I don’t really want a reward... the only reward I want is for people to be happy! This world is so pretty, but you just gotta see the beauty of it!” Candyman had read that last part out of a book, but he really liked the phrase. It was true in his eyes.

[tap-dancing-candyman]

*Smol marty appears behind Candyman and buries her face in his back* boop!

!!!He has been attacked!! By a Martine!  Candyman spins around and puts his hands on her shoulders, grinning wide at the girl. “Bulls-eye, Marty! You got a prize for your accurate boop!”   He leans down a little and swishes his face into her cheek for a moment, giving her a boop before standing up straight again. “A boop to me and a boop back to you, Marty!”

[tap-dancing-candyman]

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🏨  Carry your muse to bed and/or tuck them in. (not accepting)

      “Mm...” Candyman felt a weight lean against his shoulder as the movie ended, looking over and noticing Martine had fallen asleep right against him. Honestly, he was tired too, but not because the movie was a lame romantic film from the 90s, but because he did a fitness test on himself earlier. He got a six minute mile done, seventy two curl ups, and eighty push ups, excellent shape for an athlete.     “Marty...?” He asks, reaching and nudging her cheek. The girl fidgets a little before settling once again. Poor girl was out of it. Well... he had to go home- Ms. Clara wouldn’t stand for him to stay late again for the fourth time in a row, so it was only natural for him to scoop her into his arms and carry her to bed.      He held her close, not making a sound verbally as he carried the girl up the stairs and soon to her bedroom. Adjusting his hold on her as he walked to her bed, Candyman soon softly laid her down and pulled up her covers. He adjusted the pillows under Marty’s head, tightened the covers over her and pushed the corners under the mattress, then topped it off by putting some of her stuffed animals on the bed as well.     Before Candyman left, he stopped at the doorway, muttering a quiet; “Good night, princess.” Cli-clunk.