#spook-wolf

[bone-pile-rp]

Im taking your kneecaps fuck boi vamp

"How charming... and annoying." He's going to keep this one to track down later.

[tres-fidelis]

((There are 3 kinds of people, and these are the best examples of them.))

[machinesandman]

@tres-fidelis

((Accept the compliments, you bag of bones!))

@spook-wolf

Let the anon speak, they are speaking the truth

(( I am being attacked, how dare you come for me this way, leave my cryptid bones alone! You two are biased. ))

(( I TAUGHT YOU THE MEGAMAN LORE AND DRAGGED YOU INTO THIS FANDOM BY BOTH OF YOUR ANKLES, DON’T MAKE ME DO IT MORE! ))

[nerv0usm3chanic]

♡

it is munday! send ‘♡’ for a pointless fact about the mun.

((Hmmm what's an odd fact that even you wouldn't know...oh!

I managed to read through the entire Chronicles of Narnia series over two weeks (not an audio book) and I gotta say...the ending was very unsatisfactory and rushed.))

[splatterlewis]

Really? Get over here? you nerd!

                        "Don't you even start, you HELPED this madness get worse, I won't have you calling me out on that."

[tragicquartet]

The voice is familiar, and the language even more so. 

Mallew’s memories of his living days had long since decayed, faded and frayed at the edges, morphing together, becoming less and less specific, more and more a wild, blinding array of associations, half-remembered faces, and long-felt hurt, betrayal...

But even so, somewhere in there he still heard and knew every word, spoken in a tongue so natural to him that it flowed out effortlessly, water spattering with each word, his tone almost whistful, yet drenched in every corner by a pervasive, easily-heard exhaustion:

“Está bien, mamá: ya voy.”

Turning on his heels, shoes now slopped in mud and dragging more with him as he strode, he turned his attention once more to the sky and-

Dropped to the ground, the wet splat of the collision and the near total loss of movement once he hit the earth an indication that something had gone quite horribly wrong. 

The only movement was a series of small, weak convulsions, and the only sound a series of low grunts, a sharp gasp following each. 

Quickly, one of his cats was by his side, a few curious Deadbeats wandering out onto the patio, Mallew struggling, thoughts both rational an irrational rattling around in his mind.

Maybe he really had caught a cold, or, perhaps...

It was something worse.

[ask-kyos-ocs]

[dearaliceliddel]

Aggressive reminder for you to eat and drink water -shotgun click-

Well this was... Concerning. Alice had just been enjoying a relaxing moment with just am lovely beverage when the space like entity had just come around with a shotgun, threateningly, and reminding her to eat and drink... Something of which she was rather poor at. 

“I’ve tea at the moment, I certainly hope this counts.” Not that she needed to tell how she’d not eaten in a while. But hydration was still something she took seriously.