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[uselesscaitiff]

"I dunno. I just woke up."

Oy, what in the unquenchable fires o' Hell are ye on about tonight?

[uselesscaitiff]

"What'd I miss?"

[uselesscaitiff]

MUSE SHAMING

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny

[uselesscaitiff]

DON’T BE SHY, SEND MY MUSE SOME NOSEY ANONS!

ASK ABOUT PEOPLE IN THEIR LIVES, ABOUT THEIR LIKES AND DISLIKES, WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS, ANYTHING YOU WANT! HIT ME UP WITH QUESTIONS!

[uselesscaitiff]

"They're like rabbits..."

#dash commentary

[uselesscaitiff]

"I have several objections but I also prefer my head attached to my shoulders."

             Leech is out Fanggot is in

[uselesscaitiff]

"Something something previous experience, something something previous employers."

             Guess this means I have to make a resume. Or learn how to make one...

[uselesscaitiff]

             If I have to hear another damn car horn or someone blowing out their speakers with bass I'm going to chase them down and rip every thing and one apart with my teeth

[uselesscaitiff]

"Why not?"

Leo kept glancing down at the very much dead body before exhaling smoke once more and backing up at the once-over and smile he was greeted with.

"I can still live a little. Pun intended."

Open RP Starter:

A shriveled, pallid body thumps down unceremoniously on the ground from the roof. A blur of red lands next to it much more gracefully, humming happily (albeit unsettlingly) as she drags her prey's corpse behind her down the barely-paved alley. She pauses, looking up. "Oh dear. There isn't a courtesy here against killing your food, is there? I still have business to attend to and would hate to have to vacate the area early."

[uselesscaitiff]

"Not dead yet!"

#picrew #leo the caitiff

[uselesscaitiff]

"Hey Grandpa, what does this mean?"

They say, it is like gold- Every sun-warmed inch of grain, stalk and chaff, a swaying, a sussurus in praise of its own radiance. You cannot spin into the straw what it already posesses. A treasury will tumble through your fingers, threshed with care.

Now wheat will wither on your tongue, and sunlight scorns, but only look a while here; these are your fields now, Kindred, here are your harvests to tend. A glittering light, a swaying, a sussurus in the echo of every inhabiting breath. You cannot reap what you do not nurture. Make a sickle of your mind, and remember what you were made from.

[uselesscaitiff]

DON’T BE SHY, SEND MY MUSE SOME NOSEY ANONS!

ASK ABOUT PEOPLE IN THEIR LIVES, ABOUT THEIR LIKES AND DISLIKES, WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS, ANYTHING YOU WANT! HIT ME UP WITH QUESTIONS!

[uselesscaitiff]

MUSE SHAMING

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny

[uselesscaitiff]

"What's your embrace day wish when you blow out the now-horrifying candles?"

Oh! I'm almost a year undead!

[uselesscaitiff]

"Heartbeat need not apply. Neat!"

Now, what’d I miss? Everybody still alive?

[uselesscaitiff]

"Define alive."

Now, what’d I miss? Everybody still alive?

[uselesscaitiff]

🎊

Oh! I'm almost a year undead!