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Why, Ed. Are We Cross?
[[Independent OC loosely based around Dust: An Elysian Tail. Mutliverse, multiship, open to all!]]
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Migrating!
This blog is now inactive and archived. The new blog will bear the same username (abandoncertainty) as soon as the domain is released.
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Reblog if you RP using Discord
hunterspath:
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"And aaall the rooaads we haaave to waaalk are winding,
and aaall the liiights that leeaad us theeere are blinding.
Theeere are maaany thiiings that I
Would liiike to say to yoouu, but I don't know hoooooOOOOOWWWWW
BECAUSE MAYBAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
YER GOOONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES MAAAAAAAAAAAY
AND AFTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL
Y O U' R E M Y W O N D E R WAAAAAAAAAA A A A A A A L L"
“Hold your hands up hi-igh,
“And wave ‘em to and fro-
“And don’t forget your ti-ithe.
“Heaven’s not free, you know…”
Don’t mind him, he’s got his earbuds in while doing his nightly rounds.
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Psst. 4'5" for the height meme, and 1'8" for Saisai too!
((Addggkjfkfjk buncha smols.))
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When you accidentally put “king shaming” instead of “kink shaming”
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Hi I love everything about hurdy gurdys thank you very much for thinking of me I’ll take six?
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Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.
Using this site
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Okay, so here it goes *breaths in* reblog if you are a crossover friendly RP blog, with a fandom, fandomless, OC or canon. I need more people to interact with!
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Childhood Memories
Send in a number and my muse will talk about:
An old childhood friend
A time when they got lost
A fear they used to have (or perhaps, still have)
Their favorite food
Food they used to avoid but like now
An old enemy/bully
Their family
Their earliest memory
An adventure they had
An object they kept
Their favorite toy/past time
A time they got hurt
A happy time
A sad time
Things they used to believe in but perhaps not anymore
A dream of the future they used to have
A vivid dream/nightmare
Something that scared them
Something that made them laugh
Their favorite relative/person
Their childhood hero
Something they used to collect
Their favorite animal
Free question. Ask something not listed!
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Welker tried to keep a straight face. He really tried, with all his heart and with every muscle in his face. But he hadn't expected - in the darkened, bloodthirsty streets of that thrice damned city - to be greeted in kind. The sheer contrast of his horrific surroundings with the joyful, high pitched HEWWO proved far too much for him; he doubled over, his knees buckled, and he sank to the cobblestones in a roaring fit of laughter.
Had it really been that funny? He seemed to think so, the way he was literally rolling on the floor. Maybe this kitty had been a little too stressed out lately... or maybe his sense of humor was just that easily tickled.
"H........h....hhh............. H E W W O ??!"
“Hewwooooo!” Aryn. Aryn please. “Wewcome to Yhawnam!”
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Platonic Requests for Affection
“I’m so tired… ”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“My hands are shaking.”
“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”
“Please stay. I’d like some company.”
“Could I get a hug?”
“Would you pet my hair?”
“Will you sing something for me?”
“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”
“Can I lay my head in your lap?”
“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”
“Here, lay down in my lap.”
“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”
“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”
“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”
“I’m not letting go.”
“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”
“It’s okay to stay, you know.”
“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”
“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”
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Nomad, you’ve forgotten your own name.
So now you howl at the moon, you l a u g h at the stars, saying
“You don’t know
anything at all
about us!”
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{{ The Gleemen. Men and women recognized by their colorful attire. In their hearts they carry stories of distant lands, legends of ancient empires, tales of the heath folk. In their hands they hold wonders for the eye and melody for the ear. In their feet they hold the dances of a hundred peoples. With the raw spirit of youth fresh in his bones, a young tailor makes it his duty to the world to spread these dying arts of merriment to whomever he can find, wherever they may be. }}
{{ A Gleeman once again walks these roads. }}
[[ 5+ Years RP Experience ]]
[[ Fresh Reboot ]]
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{{ Icon Art: @kleptomaniacorphanchildren }}
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Describe your OC as a beverage. Are they a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows? A slightly bitter pitcher of homemade lemonade? A shot of whiskey? A kale smoothie blended with protein powder and other boosters? A cup of tea that has gone cold? Or are they simply a refreshing glass of iced water?
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Conversation
police: you're under arrest
me: no i'm not
police: shit
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Headcanon - Smell
Welker constantly carries the scents of cinnamon, parsley, and balsam. The cinnamon comes from the pungent Spice. He chews parsley for better breath (because lets be real, how often does he brush his teeth?). The balsam he rubs into his fur as a sort of makeshift deodorant.
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