#surveyprogramm

[lacksmortality-blog]

           🕷   ❝       huh     .  .   are you   MUTANTS   or is   . .   am i a few days behind  & its still halloween    . .          ❞

@surveyprogramm / 🕷

[somehumerusbones]

surveyprogramm started following you

The former scientist for once since he had his dreaded accident, didn’t have a clue where he was. He could tell he was underground, but it wasnt anywhere he’d seen in his underground. He walked around until saw a strange castle with an odd dark energy shooting out from behind. So he decided to take a walk up the castle and see if he could find anyone

[evoljevil]

"Hey, Jevil?" A voice spoke up, it was too familiar actually. "It's been a while." The voice had a slight low tone to it, Seam's tail swished around himself as he tilts his head to side.

The sudden voice made him perk up and smile. He knew that voice. “Seam, Seam, it certainly has,” he agreed, skipping over to the door. Jevil’s tail swished happily from side-to-side. “You haven’t visited since you first locked everyone away!

“Tell me, what’s the old mage been up to these days?”

[resistancedestiny-blog]

surveyprogramm

ralsei vc: we are the.. what squad? i thought it was fun squad.

“We’re the $!? squad. The squad that either befriends you or kick your ass... Hopefully the former..."

[lancingspades-blog]

surveyprogramm replied to your post ““ What does it mean when someone says they ‘befriended’ my mom last...”

susie v quietly: it means smashing someone to death.

“ O-oh, but my mom isn’t dead! Just, um. Gone... “

[corpseknife-blog]

❛ it’s really weird being back here . ❜ ( it's ya kris here and ready to tousle )

  “ * You could say that. ”

  Presence of noise- omnipresent and thick, like the ocean water slamming against ears as one is pulled further and further. They walk among glass shards and layers of filth– a newly born light in their midst shining too brightly to be dimmed filling the atmosphere with an overwhelming sense of something they haven’t felt for a very long while. 

  This.. is more than a crooked reflection in the mirror. What they see here is fresh, a still vessel that had arrived abruptly in spite of the very many years Chara has resided here. Each path held useless meaning, yes, but impacted those who delved anyway. Where one gate closed, finished, another opened, letting everything at once in; some souls cannot be smeared from existence either, reeking of abnormal decay…And some cannot be corrupted, for they are wise enough to not participate in a lost battle already predicted far from their control. No, scalding tongues and swirling ashes were not found here. Only Kris.

  So, Chara does what they do best: smile.

  “ *It must be interesting, having your life change before your eyes by actions that aren’t even your own. Were you really that miserable? ”