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versionisms replied to your post: Jfc i saw the movie poster and the nutcracker...

Do yourself a favor Zango, and pls don’t watch FoodFight. That is also….a cringey feature.

funny enough, I watched it during a movie night some folks hosted.

and trust me, FoodFight is better than this mess. FF ended up being a huge joke, but this movie tried too hard.

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-` 💍 ´- ⊰ Was she alright ? Yes -- but, it wasn’t she who needed to be ‘alright’, not when that demon was breathing down her coworker’s neck -- the ink that watches her -- & yes, she knew he was Edward. She found out not long ago, but it... was a secret . ⊱

❥ 〘 They... were people, Henry. People... 〙

❥ 〘 I’m sorry you... got involved in this. 〙

#versionisms #[ Camilla's just #IT SURE IS NICE TO HAVE A HUMAN THAT CARES FOR ME AGAIN ]#[ MAKES ME FEEL AT LEAST KIND OF NORMAL ]#⊱ ▎Camilla Rivera ▎ ❛ Say Goodbye My Darling ❜ ⊰

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Blight is glad that Henry has some fear in his heart, that’s what you get for leaving for thirty years you fucko.

#🐰 ▓ ❱ ❝ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ғᴏᴏʟs ( ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ) ❞ « OOC #🐰 ▓ ❱ ❝ ɪɴ ғɪᴠᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛs ᴀᴛ sᴘʀɪɴɢʏ's ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ❞ « Shitposting #versionisms

@versionisms // liked.

“Maybe a nice cup of tea will help you calm down.”

#/ this one is for henry !#/ starter.#versionisms

⛧▐ B.ENDY IN: Give pay to the ink machine ! With @versionisms !▐ ⛧

-` ☾ ⛧ ´- ⊰ He NEVER understood the full implications of the Ink Machine. All it was to him was some bulky contraption with a whole lot of wasted ink ! Despite the thirty years he'd been a toon ------ he'd never been able to turn it on himself or with the help of other toons. No, all this time, the demon depended on the LITTLE things; stray inkwells, pens abandoned in corners, whatever he could find ! He hasn't run out yet ------ but the reality was looming over him that one day, he WOULD. ⊱ ⛧

⛧ ⊰ Unless he could activate that ol’ machine. ⊱ ⛧

⛧ ⊰ Perhaps he could TRY AGAIN today; see if he could get that clunky old machine running & ease those fears of running out for a long while. Maybe his lousy, no good creator left some notes somewhere or something ( certainly his ' prophet ' wasn't going to tell him anything ). Maybe that man left at least the slightest bit of HOPE for them. ⊱ ⛧

⛧ ⊰ But then ------ as he passes by that pathway, his eyes catch sight of emptiness; a void that he just cannot ignore. THE INK MACHINE WAS GONE. Instead; there was another strange man there. Almost immediately does the demon jump to conclusions; flaring up as he marches right up to the man. Granted; the image looks rather silly as the devil failed to reach even 3 ft in height ------ but that's not stopping him. ⊱ ⛧

♬ 〘 HEY ! Hey there, ya no good nitwit ! 〙

♬ 〘 What did ya do to MY ink machine ? ! 〙

#versionisms #♆ -- ◤ The creator lied to me! || BENDY ◢ -- ♆#♆ -- ◤ Thirty years it took to rise! || QUEUE ◢ -- ♆

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Navelle never saw a human up close before. Up until now he had only seen them from a distance or in videos whenever he bypassed Theo’s firewall. He knew very well that Theo would be greatly upset if he engaged with any humans since he was directly told not to, but he didn’t care. He followed by his own rules after all.

The young Seeker knelt down so that he was closer to the human’s eye-level. He quietly examined him before he decided to speak, “I believe you are suffering from illusions that your brain is creating. I’m no expert especially when it comes to humans, but I think you may what they call a mental illness of sorts. There are many disorders that can make you see things that are not there as well as hear things. It’s all in your head though and if I were you, I would seek medical assistance at once.” Navelle takes a seat on the grass.

“The first thing I would do if I were you would be to do something that relaxes you so you can calm down. The more agitated you become, the more your symptoms will worsen.”

#versionisms #﹙ RP ﹚ I·ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ Wʀɪᴛᴇ Yᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ #﹙ Vᴇʀsᴇ ﹚ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ

[ her head rose as she heard the guard’s command; glancing over her shoulder to peer at her, she lifted her hands to show she was no threat; she doesn’t doubt that, were she to not do as she was ordered, surely her blood would paint the walls. ]