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“oubliette” is such a fancy word for such an unbelievably simple thing. captain of the guard says “take their ass to the oubliette” and you think oh boy they must have some really high end perhaps grotesque punishment prepared for me and then they just throw you into a hole in the ground

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[Now doing this meme with my actual gender ambiguous OC. Chaos learning your mom jokes is a CK-class end of the world scenario]

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Something in his EYES. Something in his LAUGH. Something in his VOICE... That made my skin CRAWL off.

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ancient terror is lonely

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Randomly Generated Headcanons!

[Rules: use this site to generate headcanons for your muse!]

[tagged: @cursedfortune ]

[tagging: ya know the drill]

Anarchy knows the lyrics to every Britney Spears song by heart. ✅️

Anarchy knocks people over by hugging them. ✅️

Anarchy does not know how to read. ❌️

Anarchy was forced to eat cement as a child. ❔️❔️❔️✅️

It would not take much for Anarchy to turn evil. (Haha)

Anarchy cannot drive. (But drives anyway)

Anarchy gets bullied on roblox. ✅️

Anarchy doesn't know how to say they're sorry. ✅️

Anarchy has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen. ✅️

Anarchy is very good at walking in platform heels. ✅️

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[That one meme making rounds atm]

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big fan of a good shit-eating grin. like a ruckus-causing, pot-stirring type of grin. a smile that truly fucks around and finds out. anyway

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"DEWISHOUS!!!!"

Malik angrily covers up his flowers. Eat them, and he'll make you eat your own hands to wash the flowers down.

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@distortedkilling upon pissing off Herba:

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[...I jokingly described my portrayal of Pist as "Elon Musk but competent" and now I cannot get the image of Pist running twitter out of my mind. He'd call it Pistland or something.]

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@distortedkilling asked the Troupe:

"Herba." Ah, hell. She was ignoring him again. That was fine, of course. He had the time. Holding his arms out to his sides, Mahito silently airplaned his way over to catch up to the plant woman. Not enough to walk side by side, just enough to lurk behind her as he so often enjoyed. Mismatched eyes raked over her form from behind with enough intensity for her to likely know he was staring. Contemplating. Figuring out his angle for how to bother her (beyond just existing).

Hands clasped behind his back. "Herba." He called her name again, nearing a whine at this point as he did a little wiggle that was reminiscent of Oscha's habit. When that didn't work he grew all the more restless and with an abrupt motion, unclasped his hands and brought them together in front of himself in a loud clap.

"Herba!" No, he wasn't intending to stop. Even as they passed by where Anarchy sat atop their throne, Mahito followed her past the open door like a petulant child. "Herbaaaaaaaa--" He called with indignation at her silent treatment. Yet there was a sly grin upon his face, knowing she did not have the patience to keep this up.

The curse even so much as appearing from the woodwork was enough to tense the Verdanian's muscles, fists clenched theatrically and thorns out like a kitten's claws. All that was missing was a hiss as the scientist moved at an accelerated pace, not daring to look behind her. Don't feed it attention, she thought, biting a painted lip.

When it came to Herba, she was well aware how deeply painful a lack of attention could be, meaning she was set to inflict just that. If Anarchy was going to ignore her just to play with the fleshy wretchling, well, then she was going to ignore Mahito in turn.

A foolproof plan, surely. (And not at all a tall order for a naturalborn yapper.) Shivers traveled down her trunk at her name being called - defiled by that ugly voice of his. Just... don't acknowledge him - it - whatever. With a scowl and a furrowed brow, Herba took a sharp left, turning towards the main walkway. A devious plan already hatching in her mind, spring returned to her step as she headed straight towards the Troupemaster's chamber.

CLAP!

She jumped. Satisfaction from the cursed spirit was all but palpable in the air, but she was not about to let Mahito keep one up over her. She deliberately slowed down in front of the entrance to the throneroom. Notice her, dammit. The God of Joy spared a glance. Herba smiled.

...The God of Joy then proceeded to ignore her and wave at Mahito, which pissed her off even further, if such a deed was still possible.

But oh, it was. And Herba's rage knew no dam save for her own ill-fated hubris.

"I'm going to murderize you." The woman grumbled, quiet enough only for herself to hear.

Accelerating again - a near-sprint which was sure to entice the predatory spirit - Herba slipped into one of the back tents, before abruptly stopping. A vermilion eye glimmered in the dark, sharp and stark against the deep shade of the chamber.

"Now you've gone and done it! You've made me maaad, so I hope you enjoy it while you still can! Hydrangea! Come to momma!"

Hydra - what?

A giant, three-headed plant beast extended its girthy necks from the black void of the ceiling, wasting no time in trying to swallow Mahito whole.

Meanwhile, Herba herself was already skittering off for fear of her dear life.

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[ @distortedkilling Mahito choosing seat 6 just to mess with Herba is my favourite occurence of today]

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i am so normal about this podcast

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You bow and kneel and scrape to me among the altar when alone, yet scream in terror at my actual presence

Pathetic

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“Smoke and mirrors Never trust what you see They feast on your fears Be careful what you believe Best to just never let down your guard This ride can be enough to stop your heart”

“So this is Wonderland Where all your dreams come true You gotta go get yours Before they come get you So this is Wonderland Where nothing’s as it seems They toss you up and smash you down to smithereens”