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hey is this side still active at all

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i have something to say

FUCK

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WHAHT THE FUCc

LOG ONTO THIS BLOG FOR THE funzies OF IT AND I’M STILL GETTIN FOLLOWERS HERE?? THIS IS A ONE-MAN CONSPIRACY I DEMAND ANSWERS ! also just in case you guys actually are wonderin, my main blog is @jinxicious, i don’t think this blog’ll be updated anytime soon,,

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Jeez I remember this

blows dust off of blog

i didn’t even know fandomstuck was still goin on :0 hellooo there

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"Um, H-Hi! W-What's your name?" ~Kimi Ni Todoke

CPF: Oh hello!!!CPF: I'm Cutie Pie Marzia Fandom, CPF: You look a

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You blink up at her, cringing as she gets a little excited by the mention of Marzia, but nevertheless very flattered! You rub behind your neck, shrugging. CPF: Oh gosh, you are such a charmer! CPF: Youtube Fandom? I'm sure you have such a big follower-<3ase!! Youtube is very great! Your eyes are actually shining at the moment, pretty much admiring this fandom before you. CPF: Ciao, Yu! I must say, you certainly are very cute, yourself! 

*You just happen to be stumbling around a certain area, nose dug deep in your craft. One hand held a book, the other holding a red fabric, buttons, needles and all sorts of paper firmly held in your mouth. It would seem that you are doing what you do best - Multitasking and crafting. You fiddle around with the fabric using your thumb and three fingers, bending it into a 'funnel-like' position, and attempting to thread a button through it. But then-- You bump into someone with a squeak.* MIO DIO-

*you were walking trying to forget some stuff that had been stabbing you deeply, you took a turn and suddenly found yourself walking into someone*

Yu: OH GOD!

*you almost fell back but you manage to keep your balance and you tried to look who you ran into and it was a girl*

Yu: oh gOsh! i’m sO sOrry miss! 

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You gave a tiny, modest shrug, a smile spread upon your face. CPF: It's not awful, at least! You follow him up to where he was sitting, giving a little chuckle as he began to ramble. You hardly had any time to get a words in, so you just nodded along. CPF: Gosh, someone had a full past. A Samurai and Mountain at the same time? Sounds like a whacked up anime! You grin, plodding along into the kitchen which happened to still be helpfully in earshot of him, boiling the old-fashioned kettle that had a bunch of bunnies and hearts painted onto it. You fish out two cups, one being rather fancy looking, the other blank. CPF: I'll manage to alter it just for you, then! It didn't take long for the water to become nice and hot, whipping up the mocha in a matter of minutes and walking out to the living room, placing the non-caramel-contaminated mocha right in front of Troll, sitting next to him. CPF: So. You speak Japanese, do you! You really are living an anime!

TF: *He wandered around, his normal suit incredibly messed up and stained with various things that even Troll didn't know what they were.* M-Man.... I really haTe being a TricksTer.... *Sigh.* Is anyone around here? Mainly wiTh some coffee or jusT someThing To help geT rid of migraines.

You were somewhere near; mostly gathering more roots and grass for something that was critiqued for being ‘not organic’, but then you hear a call. You frown and brush off your skirt, getting to your feet and heaving the bag full of weeds up and over your shoulder.CPF: I’m here!You slip out and begin trudging towards the source of the voice, and gosh didn’t they sound troubled. Migraines? Pity, the only time you weren’t carrying around something caffeinated and someone actually needs it. Eventually you stumble upon this.. Wow.. Colourful person? You take a step back, unsure.CPF: Oh, um-CPF: Hello there, friend!CPF: You don’t look so good-CPF: I heard you needed some coffee?

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You cringe at the imagery. This poor guy had obviously been through a helluva lot through his little trickster phase. Even moreso the aftermath. CPF: Must've <3een horri<3le timing.. You shake your head sadly as you continue to lead away from the area. Luckily, you aren't a big fan of many candies, especially the chewy ones. They're annoying and get caught in your teeth. So your place is somewhat sufficient for him to be in, you'll just have to.. Clean out some of the mess.  CPF: I have Cappuccinos! I can make them Iced!  CPF: No need to apologise, you need to get it out of your system and I'm a pretty good listener. CPF: How a<3out we talk about this more over.. Caramel Macchiatos! You're getting a little ahead of yourself here, and so your decisions are a little all over the place. But no matter that, your house is growing more into view. It wasn't much, just a small little house that was painted vibrantly. Some wall colours unfinished and started over with another as if you had decided against it. Real work in progress there. CPF: Ah, casa dolce casa~ You lead him up the steps and push open the door, revealing a.. Somewhat cluttered living room. Fabrics and unfinished DIY crafts littered everywhere. CPF: Make yourself at home!

TF: *He wandered around, his normal suit incredibly messed up and stained with various things that even Troll didn't know what they were.* M-Man.... I really haTe being a TricksTer.... *Sigh.* Is anyone around here? Mainly wiTh some coffee or jusT someThing To help geT rid of migraines.

You were somewhere near; mostly gathering more roots and grass for something that was critiqued for being ‘not organic’, but then you hear a call. You frown and brush off your skirt, getting to your feet and heaving the bag full of weeds up and over your shoulder.CPF: I’m here!You slip out and begin trudging towards the source of the voice, and gosh didn’t they sound troubled. Migraines? Pity, the only time you weren’t carrying around something caffeinated and someone actually needs it. Eventually you stumble upon this.. Wow.. Colourful person? You take a step back, unsure.CPF: Oh, um-CPF: Hello there, friend!CPF: You don’t look so good-CPF: I heard you needed some coffee?

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You also have these baby teenage mutant ninja turtles to protect you.

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CPF: Thank goodness. That sort of just slipped out. You were very afraid of that very virus, which only made you that more determined to help this one recover from his little.. Sugar-hangover. You give a firm nod, whipping around and trooping forward; it was a good idea this area wasn't far from your own little house. You kept your pace slow and dwelled near to the other fandom in case he needed help on the way. CPF: I'm Marziapie, <3y the way! <3ut Marzia is what I go <3y! CPF: And you are?

TF: *He wandered around, his normal suit incredibly messed up and stained with various things that even Troll didn't know what they were.* M-Man.... I really haTe being a TricksTer.... *Sigh.* Is anyone around here? Mainly wiTh some coffee or jusT someThing To help geT rid of migraines.

You were somewhere near; mostly gathering more roots and grass for something that was critiqued for being ‘not organic’, but then you hear a call. You frown and brush off your skirt, getting to your feet and heaving the bag full of weeds up and over your shoulder.CPF: I’m here!You slip out and begin trudging towards the source of the voice, and gosh didn’t they sound troubled. Migraines? Pity, the only time you weren’t carrying around something caffeinated and someone actually needs it. Eventually you stumble upon this.. Wow.. Colourful person? You take a step back, unsure.CPF: Oh, um-CPF: Hello there, friend!CPF: You don’t look so good-CPF: I heard you needed some coffee?

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CPF: Heard of them. And not exactly the most pleasant of things, either.. You glance around, feeling brave enough to actually take a couple of steps towards the other. CPF: Well, pal! There's.. Good news and <3ad news. Dou<3le the <3ad news, actually.. CPF: Good news; I do have coffee! Tons of it! CPF: <3ad news..es: I don't currently have the coffee.. And you'll need to come with me to get some. CPF: <3ut hey! May<3e we can balance it out with positivity! You can have some marshmellows and cookies! I've got a hunk of that stuff too!

TF: *He wandered around, his normal suit incredibly messed up and stained with various things that even Troll didn't know what they were.* M-Man.... I really haTe being a TricksTer.... *Sigh.* Is anyone around here? Mainly wiTh some coffee or jusT someThing To help geT rid of migraines.

You were somewhere near; mostly gathering more roots and grass for something that was critiqued for being ‘not organic’, but then you hear a call. You frown and brush off your skirt, getting to your feet and heaving the bag full of weeds up and over your shoulder.CPF: I’m here!You slip out and begin trudging towards the source of the voice, and gosh didn’t they sound troubled. Migraines? Pity, the only time you weren’t carrying around something caffeinated and someone actually needs it. Eventually you stumble upon this.. Wow.. Colourful person? You take a step back, unsure.CPF: Oh, um-CPF: Hello there, friend!CPF: You don’t look so good-CPF: I heard you needed some coffee?

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TF: *He wandered around, his normal suit incredibly messed up and stained with various things that even Troll didn't know what they were.* M-Man.... I really haTe being a TricksTer.... *Sigh.* Is anyone around here? Mainly wiTh some coffee or jusT someThing To help geT rid of migraines.

You were somewhere near; mostly gathering more roots and grass for something that was critiqued for being 'not organic', but then you hear a call. You frown and brush off your skirt, getting to your feet and heaving the bag full of weeds up and over your shoulder.CPF: I'm here!You slip out and begin trudging towards the source of the voice, and gosh didn't they sound troubled. Migraines? Pity, the only time you weren't carrying around something caffeinated and someone actually needs it. Eventually you stumble upon this.. Wow.. Colourful person? You take a step back, unsure.CPF: Oh, um-CPF: Hello there, friend!CPF: You don't look so good-CPF: I heard you needed some coffee?

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*Lucky for you, you had also remained on foot. Just barely. But then brough the whole bump ordeal which was real embarrassing. You push a lock of hair behind your ear, gaze dropping* CPF: No need to <3e sorry! I should've <3een looking where I was going- CPF: My apologies! You bend down and start gathering the pins and buttons that had dropped on the floor, glancing back up to the other fandom. She looked oddly familar, although you weren't sure why. You straighten up with a soft smile. CPF: Anyways, I am the CutiepieMarzia fandom, <3ut that's a huge mouthful. You can call me Marzia if you wish!!

*You just happen to be stumbling around a certain area, nose dug deep in your craft. One hand held a book, the other holding a red fabric, buttons, needles and all sorts of paper firmly held in your mouth. It would seem that you are doing what you do best - Multitasking and crafting. You fiddle around with the fabric using your thumb and three fingers, bending it into a 'funnel-like' position, and attempting to thread a button through it. But then-- You bump into someone with a squeak.* MIO DIO-

*you were walking trying to forget some stuff that had been stabbing you deeply, you took a turn and suddenly found yourself walking into someone*

Yu: OH GOD!

*you almost fell back but you manage to keep your balance and you tried to look who you ran into and it was a girl*

Yu: oh gOsh! i’m sO sOrry miss! 

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Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour

You don't know why, but as soon as that anon came around, you had the sudden urge to smooch them right on the forehead. In which you did.

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PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You're a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.

my girlfriend thinks that everything my muse does is really ME doing it.

i’m trying to prove to her that there’s a whole community of us who recognize the huge, huge difference between mun and muse. please help me prove her wrong!