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[itsmythang]

Jolly Good Ginger is a popular veteran influencer. He is playing General Milley's retirement speech on a loudspeaker for the Federalized National Guard troops to remind them of their oath to the Constitution.

[triple-pupil]

To the people following this blog for the Devildice, I swear I'm still obsessed with them and think about them every day I swear I haven't departed from My beloveds, the co-creator of our fankids can attest to that.

But God damnit does Stobotnik have WAY more canon and canon-adjacent content (Looking at You Lee Majdoub) right now than all the years of Cuphead's existence I'm sorry gang I need to survive the Devildice drought somehow.

[textsfromlastninjago]

(973): He was a half hour late. His excuse was that his brother knifed him right before he was going to leave. I didn't believe him until I saw the gauze.

[tobinheath]

Are you part of any preath group chat?

I used to be! We were called the death squad or something. Lmao but that was before i went on hiatus. And then i left. Then when i came back, didn’t rejoin or join any new ones

[elusivehind]

It is a hovel, hollowed out, hallowed to her. Warm within, cold without. It’s shell is comprised of ground, topped with early snow; a guise, gilded rose gold where none can see, but the invited. All else is grey. 

Within it, she curls, close to the fire, encapsulated in furlined covers; contemplating the crackle and pop of placed logs within it’s earthy hearth. The only signal she is at home, is the smoke, that slides serpentine and silent into the sky. 

She answers if one knocks. But no one does. She is mostly unused now, her skills and thoughts obselete to the others she has left behind in the world. Still, if some should venture near...she is not yet so wry, as to deny them.

[textsfromlastninjago]

(773): Dude, I'm not sure whose apartment I woke up in, but I just showered here and their shampoo is phenomenal.

[textsfromlastninjago]

(773): I think I sprained my soul last night.