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*oh *oh thank fuck *I found him *lsdvfbg;k;mfdkejdhhhhhnngggg

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*Nobodys seen him nobodys heard him in waterfall *not anywhere near the snow-water border anyway *i gotta keep looking gotta go farther in

*im getting really scared now...

[A note is left on top of an old one, written hastily and partially covered with a blanket to keep it still @feistylilfaerie ]

Brooke, not feelin’ good. Went for walk. Home later.

-C

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*He wasn't in town *He wasn't seen and-- *...his trail... *He headed towards Waterfall...

[A note is left on top of an old one, written hastily and partially covered with a blanket to keep it still @feistylilfaerie ]

Brooke, not feelin’ good. Went for walk. Home later.

-C

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*fuck! *oh fuck I- *okay no need t'panic, just– *just gotta find him * * * . Oh gods, *Coyle *please be okay

[A note is left on top of an old one, written hastily and partially covered with a blanket to keep it still @feistylilfaerie ]

Brooke, not feelin’ good. Went for walk. Home later.

-C

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I fell in love with my demons because they were the only ones that stuck around

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I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places (via otherkinwords)

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[it’s a ripped page from a journal book. the ink is splotchy and there are places where the pen ripped into the sheet; it makes some of it impossible to read. the handwriting is bouncy, jagged and sloppy, like written by a shaking hand.]

stupid little brat stupid little brat stupidstupidstupidSTUPID--

--shouldve shut up should--

--just wanted to know--

--an ass i’m such an ass--

--imsorrysorrysorrysorry--

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The Road to Recovery: I

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A Guitar/Glockenspiel Duet With Myself

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Revolving Doors- Gorillaz

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*what on earth..?!

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((holy crap i can't believe i almost forgot to reblog this here! look at my babu Brooke!!!

commission for @sylph-of-limebloods

thanks a bunch!! shes so cute ;;

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                                                                                  It’s hard to compromise                                                                       When I see through your  e y e s                                                                               It’s just a  [  common  ] view                                                                                                  I guess it’sL O S T on you

                                               [ pre-core w.d.gaster || creator of Gaster Story;; || about || rules ]

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   would you please reblog this if you and/or your muse consider platonic sensual intimacy to be valid? if you believe in platonic kisses (even if it’s on the lips), platonic cuddling, sensual intimacy with no pressure to be sexual? – stuff like that? o~o

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Update: Down With the Sickness

In the quaint house of the Kin clan, on the second floor and to the right two doors down, a little pixie lay in its guest bed; breathing shallow, and body unmoving. Three days had passed since she and her brother, Coyle, came to the Kin family, begging for help, and just as many days since her brother disappeared, running off in an instinctive and blind panic. Brooke had wanted to take off after him immediately, but was stopped by Shi; the Foo dogs’ strong grip easily held her back. After some minutes struggling (and a lot more swearing), Brooke, drained and exhausted, passed out in the woman’s arms. Shi took her to the room where she now sleeps, and tended to her wounds and illness. The first day after it all happened, Brooke was too tired to fight, and was compliant with the dogs’ demands and urges. The second day, she tried sneaking out when Shi was gone—one of her pups found the girl trying to climb down the stairs and immediately set off the alarm, causing Brooke to scramble away and for Shi to come back with a scowl and a scorn. This sequence of events happened several times throughout the day (Brooke’s a stubborn little shit apparently), and it happened often enough that Shi finally had no choice but to sedate the girl! The third day, today, Brooke wanted to be awake and try again, but couldn’t. She bobbed on the waves of lucidity, often drifting below into the depths of black unconsciousness, barely able to have a coherent thought while those few minutes of wake were around. The combination of drugs, fever, and severe wounds caused her body to go into a deep, almost comatose-like state. In her mind, whenever she’d be able to take a breath of clarity, her thought’s often went like this: What happened? She remembers the struggle… her wounds, her fever… getting Coyle to safety… Coyle… running? That’s right, Coyle had run off, still bleeding and near death. She needed to wake, she HAD to wake up! Why wouldn’t she wake up? why couldn’t she MOVE?! SHE WANTED TO MOVE AND FIND COYLE DAMMIT!!! But no matter how much her soul and mind wanted to wake, wanted to search and rescue and coddle that stupid sparky brother of hers, her body had to recover no matter what. So she lay, unmoving and forcibly recovering, in that quaint house of the Kin’s.

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((oh wow AHAHAHA whoops i disappeared for longer than i planned... but don't worry! things are gonna get rolling right quick!!!!

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[hey, sylph-mun here! sorry for the lack of activity these past several days/week. Real Life just suddenly took a drastic turn, and I'm trying to catch up. also, moving sucks dickballs. but! i'll be trying to get back in the swing of things! again, sorry for the disappearing act. ^^;]