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32 w/ Healing Potion!

Writing prompt: Winter It was chilly outside as Healing Potion made her way through Playground. She was heading towards Crossroads, all bundled up and a bag held within her hands. She was heading towards the Pink Parlor since her mother, Miss Cherry Pie, had called her and asked for her help. Snow gently sprinkled down from the sky, covering the ground. The tops of buildings and mingling with the leaves of the trees. Playground got cold during the wintertime, snow and heavy chilled winds coursing through the whole faction. But the pink demon didn't mind it tho. Winter has always been so beautiful to her.

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-> The former Blackrockian decided to speak up. "You look tired, friend... Haven't been sleeping well?" -> He tried to keep smiling, it was awkward and stiff and almost seemed kind of painful to keep up! Syringe always seemed like that tho... Awkward and stiff.

[For Syringe!]

— The mechanic was back in Crossroads doing shopping, most likely for the same things as last time. Though, he was a bit sluggish, and looked tired. Well, more than usual at least.

— @wrenches-and-wires

-> Oh! That friendly doctor seemed to be making his way through Crossroads as well. Body hunched, head tilted downwards slightly and that same nervous, unsure of himself expression still plastered on his face.

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Write a Headcanon about my character

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* (1) word prompts

send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

wounded 

cold

silence

safety

hot

secret

bury

run

loss

nightfall

smile

hitchhiker

blood

laughter

disgust

wrath

remorse

cry

numb

alone

danger

food

matches

hallway

sunlight

forgotten

lie

sleep

scratching

soaring

power

winter

death

panic

insomnia

rain

myth

bury

gun

clown

cult

bug

creature

tire

lost

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-> The party room was massive! A large space with all sorts of decorations and lights and food scattered about a massive decorated table!

-> Gentle jazz/swing music could be heard as well, being performed by a small group of demons that took up some of the center space of the room. Cult members were chatting and mingling about. Eating food, talking and some were gently swaying and dancing to the music.

"Snakes? Ya doin' alright?"

A familiar well dressed oryx demon calls out to the Lost Temple leader, looking... concerned? What?

Another demon, a strange, oddly but formally dressed greenish-teal demon was following her aswell, trailing along. What was going on??

-@hexxagonal-corner [FIREWORK, FEATURING OVERSEER]

-> The snake demon could be seen talking to a small group of other demons, all of them dressed in teals and golds and delicate colors, the faction leader herself was dressed up too. -> Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, an eyepatch draped over her missing eye as well. She was dressed in a long white jacket that dragged slightly against the ground, a teal button up that wasn't fully buttoned up, some of her chest and breasts exposed. Her darkly colored pants hugged her waist n legs well, showing off her form. Boots tall and dark with heels, some weird eye-symbol was embroidered onto the back of her jacket too... -> Ah... Seems like she talking to COTTE members within the main building where she did all of her faction leader duties. The one place barely ANYONE was allowed in unless they had official business with her.

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-> Syringe noticed the other and froze up a little, smiling awkwardly and giving the purple demon a small hesitant wave right back. He may've been on good terms with Crossbow, or well- He likes to think he is! But he still seems... Nervous. -> Nervous and hesitant to approach the other. Which would make sense, the poor man's got trauma when it comes to Blackrock.

[For Syringe!]

— The mechanic was back in Crossroads doing shopping, most likely for the same things as last time. Though, he was a bit sluggish, and looked tired. Well, more than usual at least.

— @wrenches-and-wires

-> Oh! That friendly doctor seemed to be making his way through Crossroads as well. Body hunched, head tilted downwards slightly and that same nervous, unsure of himself expression still plastered on his face.

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Rail, do you still pay your partner to fix your gear? Or like....???

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

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Rail Runner. How many lemons can you eat. In one sitting. Please, the people need to know

"A decent amount. I used to be able to eat a small bag full of 'em when I was younger. Probably still could now."

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If I like- Tried to explain all of the shit Revolver's parents have done to Revolver n their siblings, I would have to put SEVERAL trigger warnings. Revolver's parents are brutal w/their punishments and if their children continue to act up, they get even worse and worse

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"Please forgive me, I'm a useless demon." Basically Revolver throughout their entire life

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My girl Rail Runner <3 [I'm so happy the CAC exists.... Art mood sucks sometimes.... orz] Names/Monikers: Rail Runner, Rail, RR Age: 24 Height: 6'2 Class: Ranged Faction: Playground [Current], Blackrock [Former] Gender: Cisfemale, she/her Sexuality: Unlabeled Fun facts: -> I will be straight up with y'all, she left Blackrock because it got "Too boring for her". I am not joking. She straight up left her birth faction because she was bored of it. -> She's not very expressive and typically has a resting bitch face. -> She also has the "resting bitch face" voice too. -> She's not the nicest, very keep to herself and doesn't really socialize -> She's taken <3 -> Despite her ram/goat-like horns, she is in fact not either of those! -> Her star necklace was a gift from her partner. -> Said partner is someone Rail has paid many times to fix her gear when it gets broken too. -> She prefers sour foods over anything else -> Girl could eat a lemon whole and not feel the effects of the sourness. It takes A LOT of sour for her to actually feel anything. -> Rail Runner's animal theming of choice is a fox!

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[For Syringe!]

— The mechanic was back in Crossroads doing shopping, most likely for the same things as last time. Though, he was a bit sluggish, and looked tired. Well, more than usual at least.

— @wrenches-and-wires

-> Oh! That friendly doctor seemed to be making his way through Crossroads as well. Body hunched, head tilted downwards slightly and that same nervous, unsure of himself expression still plastered on his face.

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What happened to Angelgraft? (Angel Biograft)

They seem to be M.I.A.

Are they ok?

;_;

"I-I am alright..."

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X x X - X x X - X x X PHIGHTING! Oc: Crowbar | Stimboard

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crowbar?… *greifer ptsd*

"Who?"

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Crowbar, can we smoke a fat blunt together...?? Bats lashes and smiles and kicks feet

"Sure thing! I wouldn't mind doin' the ol' blunt rotation."

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crowbar you got sick earrings

-> She winks at you, doing a dorky little finger gun. "Thanks pal. Got 'em from a buddy of mine."