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hells-sirenqueen · 16 days ago
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"If you're going to participate in Chewsday, bite like you mean it."
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ashton-ryder · 1 year ago
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//open. ext. rooftop garden - day.
Ashton in the past few years had always been an occasional visitor to the roof, balloting for his own plot in order the help conduct some experiments on root vegetables. Sometimes he'd just go up there enjoy the sun, read a book, but the scenery didn't really make for a pretty backdrop anymore. He tensed and turned hearing footsteps that joined him. "Here to take in the view?" Or maybe wallow in their self pity together.
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nitronapalm · 2 months ago
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"I don't have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit."
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timexticksxby · 5 months ago
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Location; Lake With; Open
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Did it feel slightly disrespectful to be floating on the lake of lost souls on an inflatable ring? Maybe. Was it going to stop Calvin from enjoying it while it lasted? Absolutely not. He'd needed this, really. A proper chance to clear his head of the litany of subjects that just... added on to the stress. He tried to play it cool, or at least give the impression he was fine, and that was good enough in his eyes.
"Sup?" The greeting came easily from the son of Chronus, despite the fact his eyes had been closed as he just floated there on the surface. He'd been smart, sun creamed up, and was ready to just... Enjoy the drink in his hand and the sun on his skin.
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sanguine-salvation · 2 months ago
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"Therapy? Oh yes, I've plenty of 'therapy' at Arkham, look how perfectly wonderful I turned out."
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xppledsxrpxnt · 11 days ago
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"I had a terrible idea..." He let silence fill the air. "Only I would find it funny..."
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karpkorner · 8 months ago
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalrighty, ladies. Commander Karp's up an at the ready! Who needs some counselin today?"
Is she doing this out of the goodness of her heart? Absolutely. Is she also doing this to ignore some of that piled up paperwork in her office? Also yes. But, priorities, you know?
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lostsonofsparda · 4 months ago
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"It's been a while..."
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deathinfeathers-a · 10 months ago
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Leans over.
Sniffs you.
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hxraya · 2 months ago
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She's just standing there, starting to doze off.
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darabeatha · 2 months ago
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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐴𝑅𝐽𝑈𝑁𝐴, 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑊𝐸𝐷 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑂 .
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ㅤㅤWatches in horror how the mint candy is making the c.oca cola bubbles quickly start to rise up—
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ashton-ryder · 7 months ago
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//open. ext. rooftop - day. march
Ashton was helping with some of the manual labor in prepping the garden again for spring as well as the collected snow they had for water. Shoveling off the rest on the pathway that didn't cleanly get collected. "Careful, it's still a bit icy there," he warned before looking up, sighing once the main path from the door at least was clear, "let's hope that's the end of the snow, shoveling is the worst."
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muse-hodgepodge · 9 months ago
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Aang was currently happily sitting on Appa as he grazed while playing with Momo. The lemur certainly had a lot of energy to burn. He was laughing as he played a silly little game of keep away while his little lemur friend attempted to snatch up the stick they were playing with, crawling all over the teenager to get it.
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path-of-blue-eyes · 3 months ago
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"...The only reason I 'celebrate' Halloween is for PR reasons. I'm not dressing up, that's for children like my brother."
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sanguine-salvation · 3 months ago
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Their hands feel slick with rot, but nothing they touch is clean, no matter how much they try to wrap themself in nothing but arms and nails digging into their skin. It's everywhere. The world is red and foul and peeling away from its bones, and yet how it fights for nothing, every slimy tendon trying so hard to keep all of it working, all of it mindlessly and pointlessly mechanized. The unloved death throes of this corpse of world, and no one giving it any mercy.
They want to tear their skin to shreds. They want the rot off, off, off. Please stop, I know, I know.
They have work to do...
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