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[actuallymuffet]

Dear Miss Muffet,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. Truthfully, I’ve never written a letter before. Forgive me for the inevitable awkwardness. I am still getting the hang of this strange new language.

There is a cafe–I believe it is simply known as “the Desert Jewel”–located in Sector 006. I’ve attached the address to this letter. I was wondering if you would be free for me to take you there this Sunday evening? I hear they have a small band that plays on weekends.

Best wishes, Pepper.

Dearest Pepper,

I would be more than delighted to go to this cafe with you! I’ve not heard of it myself, but I’d love to see it with you and, hopefully, enjoy the music! My schedule for Sunday past 4pm is cleared, so any time after that I am free.

I’m looking so very forward to this Sunday evening.

P.S. Your letter is fine, darling, and not at all awkward.

P.P.S. I’m... incredibly sorry about my spiders.

Chaleureusement,

 Muffet ♥

That letter should be fine, right? And with the right amount of bribe gift to the mailman, it was sure to reach Pepper by the end of today, too.

[hcriticr-a-blog]

... those aren't robes, henry. that's its body

§ | { “... Wait a minute, what?!”

[composedapotheosis]

Starter Call | @sandslalom

The White Cloak heard it. They were sure of it. A chirp, unmistakable from another Rythulian. In a world like this, of all places, they didn’t expect it. The White Cloak almost convinced itself it was hearing things, but it had to know.

It took off above the crowd of early morning people on the sidewalks. It glided over top of them, and around a street corner, it’s glowing scarf trailing behind it. There! That cloak.. ! They were a red cloak, but an adorned one. They’d made the journey to Apotheosis before. The White Cloak let out a loud chirp upon seeing it, an unmistakable greeting, hoping to catch its attention. Not that it would matter if they missed it; the White Cloak went top speed towards them anyway, landing a couple feet in front of the Traveler.

It regarded them for a small moment, and then bowed.

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@sandslalom

    ❝ i mean sick fuckin’ outfit and all, really, but how the fuck do you eat in that thing. like first of all how do you use your arms without sleeves. you could totally pass as three stacked toddlers in a trench coat but also the drycleaning on that thing must be a nightmare. like what the fuck do you do if you get a stain. i’d just break down and immediately start crying like a fuckin’ shit little baby in the middle of wherever the fuck i’m eating and just accept immediate death via the sniper in the ceiling. anyway yeah sick outfit. ❞ 

[hcriticr-a-blog]

I mean, I'd expect you to be used to dealing with some pretty weird crap by now, all things considered.

§ | { “True, but...” He won’t finish that sentence.  He’s smart enough to know to shut his mouth when he needs to.

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“Who gives a fuck on the why, just buy some of these stupid things so I can be rid of them.”

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[actuallymuffet]

@sandslalom replied to your photo: {and don’t you forget it >088) }

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I've done nothing wrong, in my life, ever.