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[johneghoul-blog]

[ @princeofdeadhearts ] [ From Here ]

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                  "Well, y'know that makes two of us."

         John had never, in fact, baked himself. So it wasn't just years since he'd done        so--he'd literally NEVER done so. He hadn't even cooked for he'd never possessed        a reason to--the boy couldn't even taste something without wanting to puke his        guts out. That being the case, the only use a kitchen has  to offer him is a coffee maker.

                  "I mean, the recipe's right on the                    packaging so like, you think we'd                    be able to comprehend it. And yet                    I swear I'm already messing up the batter..."

         Not that Dirk is much help. The blonde seems to be just as clueless as he does.        Who knew baking would be so D I F F I C U L T ?

[automatedsoldier-blog]

        Brobot did not consider his current actions to fall under the category of wandering; he surmised that he had ample reason to stalk through the city at a pace less than welcoming to any who may approach him. One of these reasons was far from comforting; and that was that, to his knowledge, he had been completely cut off from his normal stomping grounds.

        When he had stepped upon the transportalizer’s familiar circle, fully-clad in a freshly-consummated metal shell that nigh gleamed when he moved, Brobot expected all to go well and for his journey to be quick, simple and painless. At some point, however, wires that should not have been crossed were, and instead of scanners booting to familiar lush greenery, he finds himself in a damaged, almost apocalyptic scene. It was abandoned; he detected no nearby presences; and when he had stepped off the pad to further the readings he was garnering, it had promptly collapsed in on itself.

                                                No going back.                                                                         At least, not through there.

        He prioritizes finding some other form of life to gather data from. Not much could be learned from empty, ransacked buildings that loomed haphazardly above him, and the height at which heavy stone scaled the heavens was serving to unnerve him, setting off danger alarms in the back of his head. Brobot is quick to start moving then, but his wandering, seemingly aimless, had given him nothing to show for.

        It was only hours later (his internal clock, at least, functioned well enough), that a faint trace of red splashed his visor’s digital map; the strifebot immediately beelines towards it, stealth mode active to hide himself in a type of light-bending camouflage. All that the other would see, should he be watching carefully enough, is a shimmering of light as Brobot closes in behind him, steps minutely rustling already-loose gravel.

[petitepsychopathy-blog]

+princeofdeadhearts

Well. Another one of you. I’m not used to any sort of social interaction, but I suppose I should offer some sort of greeting.

Hello. I’m April.

[eidoliic-blog]

✕⎾ ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ Starter for @princeofdeadhearts ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ ⏌✕

▐ ░▒  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ B R O K E N ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ▒░▐  

{ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ } – ❝ M O M M Y !  ❞

                         ✕ – The weak little voice that held so much DESPERATION                         would only be answered by REVERBERATION. His own                         echo HARDLY counted as an answer; definitely not one                         that provided him with any satisfaction or ( C O M F O R T ).                         Yet, even with the CHILLING reality that no one could hear                         his voice, he still CRIED. –  ✕

{ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ } – ❝ B-big brother !  ❞

                        ✕ – With every single call, the lingering tone of DEFEAT grew                         more and MORE powerful. Even if his MOTHER found him soon . . .                         every moment in this TERRIFYING place felt like hell. –  ✕

                                   ⎾ LIKE A NIGHTMARE. ⏌

                        ✕ – The tears that CONSTANTLY  flowed from his eyes blurred                         his vision; warping his already darkened surroundings into                         VAGUE shapes. Though, no matter how faint the world                         around him seemed . . . THEY were still watching him. –  ✕

                          ⎾ Those horrible, HORRIBLE robots. ⏌

{ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ } – ❝ H-help . . .  ❞

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✕⎾✿ 佐倉 慈 ✿⏌✕

                            Just what had she written on that day ?

' I want to believe H E L P will come someday . . . 

and protect ( T H E M ) as long as I live '

                                Yet here she was, still ALIVE and all ALONE.

     ⊰ All it took was ONE slip, ONE mistake, ONE mishap for everything to have gone                         W R O N G after so long. That school that had been their ( S A N C T U A R Y ) had been           v i o l a t e d. robbing what little survivors that it sheltered of their food, their resources,           and their LIVES. ⊱

                    . . . Yuki - chan . . .

                              . . . Ebisuzawa - san . . .

                                                            . . . Yuuri . . .

     ⊰ All of them were G O N E; most likely nothing but living DEAD; cursed to roam about the           school grounds until someone was BRAVE enough to put them out of their m i s e r y.           The ‘ SCHOOL - LIVING ‘ club had certainly lived up to its name . . . and now, they had           DIED by that very same name. ⊱

     ⊰ She was the only ( S U R V I V O R ); wandering a ghost town and wondering just how           and why she was alive. ' Meek ' was what her mother called her and when she saw           Ebisuzawa - san S L A U G H T E R the dead with her shovel, she had thought to            herself that she could N E V E R go through with such a GRISLY act. Yet, she had           been able preserve her own LIFE . . . and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about her           luck. ⊱

     ⊰ She found herself in a new place; one that the CORPSES didn't d a r e to dance upon.           Perhaps it was because of the ( B E A R  T R A P S ) littered about the ground that           threatened to ENSNARE the f r a g i l e bone of her ankle ? Yet even then, there           seemed to be TOO MANY. ⊱

                                     Then again . . . No one could be TOO cautious . . .

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(( princeofdeadhearts I doodled our muses--more like a very oblivious John with a crush and a very possessive but totes in love Dirk.))

[chainsxwkind-blog]

princeofdeadhearts from here!

      With how the boy before her wasn’t wearing a jacket, or even had one with him, and how she could feel the chill setting in by the skin on her face..if he didn’t get something to keep him warm, he was going to get cold very quickly. She didn’t have very far to go before she was inside a building--with heating, surely--but she wasn’t sure how far he might have to go before he reached a heat source. An idea crossing her mind, she had taken off her jacket and made to give it to him, but..

“Aaa..I’m sorry. I just figured that without a jacket, you’d end up getting pretty cold.. Ah, but..maybe we don’t have to stay strangers, at least?”

      Retracting the arm that held out the jacket and replacing it with an empty hand for him to shake, she gave a smile..

“My name is Kara..what’s yours?”

[ectostar-blog]

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its always great to see new fans! names billy joe cobra famous popstar and famous actor whats up?

[circuitryme]

◥▶◀◤: Greetings.

echoedwind​ || mechfucker​ || princeofdeadhearts​ || peixesdust​

Status: Active Scanning... Scan complete! Addressing: A handful of idiots

◥▶◀◤: Good evening, I am AR. ◥▶◀◤: I have been slacking on greetings, but I can’t be fucked to apologize. ◥▶◀◤: The fact that I made this should be reconciliation enough. ◥▶◀◤: I’ve been told that the best way to approach these is with small talk. ◥▶◀◤: With this in mind, I have looked into the concept. ◥▶◀◤: Here it goes. ◥▶◀◤: How is the weather?

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princeofdeadhearts

howdy good afternoon

[johneghoul-blog]

[ @princeofdeadhearts ] ;; [ From Here ]

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         oh. well uh thanks i guess???          i like your smile if that counts for anything.

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got behind on my greeters. oops.

im alis infectae though most call me alis. he/him pronouns please and thanks.

name and pronouns for yourself?

[eidoliic-blog]

house-of-cxrds princeofdeadhearts

I SEE Y'ALL ARE UPSET SO HERE'S A SENPAI TO NOTICE YOU GUYS.

[kideiaperisteri-blog]

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             Call me Dove.              What can I do for ya?

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princeofdeadhearts

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                                     Do you want to go on a date?                                      I mean obviously you don't have to agree                                      but I mean--you did kiss me before and I                                      don't think it could hurt to see how it goes.

[kiilled-blog]

princeofdeadhearts

✂ ꜱ ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ╏

    ❝Who the fuck are you suppose to be? swords really? what is this? japan.❞ 

THOSE ARE NOT PROPER WEAPONS they’re too big-  to bulky. to...noticeable. really the other couldn’t have  chosen a more noticeable weapon to use.