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with that being said, i love each of you very much. to be sensitive is to feel and understand your boundaries. donโt let anyone tell you to stop feeling the way you do. youโre valid and youโre not alone. that is all
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ok. like this tweet to join the regreteverse discord server!!
might be a tiny bit selective but everyone is happily welcome!! iโll send the invites when itโs done
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okay, well.
never ever be ashamed of being sensitive. you are allowed to feel and feel strongly. especially if something thatโs said to you hurts you, you are allowed to feel hurt. that just means you understand where you stand a bit better
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sorry to my friends who iโve all added to a list / spammed the notifs of. iโve been wanting to make a list for everyoneโs accounts for awhile ( it makes my life easier when making new muses )
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tya honestly this really wasnโt the take you thought it was. i know many people think very highly of you and i really couldnโt imagine that kind of pressure โ but you have to understand the impact your words have. what happened to โ
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starter of varying length!
( RT to spread word? )
permanent starter call;
free to interact at any
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okay. SO!!! i will get to starters and responses as soon as i can HOW EVERRRRR i must lock in on deep cleaning my room . so i will do them whenever i get that finished ( i want to write so it will give me motivation to clean!!! )
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hey guys.
so i was really thinking.
what if i made an rp blog for an OC, but a chapter of their actual story releases every 2 weeks or so. i will probably try to draw some for this series. but i wanna see how it would feel to actually WRITE a story
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dude no way are we talking about steven universe variants of our muses.
LET ME IN!!!
hi. this is mahogany obsidian, known otherwise as . Obsidian :] she used to be a quartz used for discipline in a way, due to her powers to connect โ
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did you know 90% of gamblers quit before they win big? did you know 90% of gamblers quit before they win big? did you know 90% of gamblers quit before they win big? did you know 90% of gamblers quit before they win big? did yo
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never. be ashamed to feel hurt. you are allowed to fill the space you were given on this planet and you deserve to have your boundaries respected. if you get hurt easier, thatโs okay. you deserve friends who will handle you with the care and love you need.
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worried about everyone but yourself. Zuka, great war hero; dont you hear the gunshots in the distance?
of course, upon hearing them, you jump to a fatherโs hasty assumption. your sons could be hurt โ and you just got toxin back.
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( how long have you been walking?
the fog envelopes you. itโs thick, and youโve seen no sign of any other demon. no building. more importantly, neither of your sons.
itโs cold. are they cold too? are they warming eachother?
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one facility โฆ hundreds, if not thousands of individuals formed like clay into something entirely different; the rewiring of a body against its nature.
what a beautiful, winding garden.
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i donโt want to argue or anything. i donโt want to start drama. this account is to be a safe place, so this is my final word on it โ but please just think about it. thatโs all i ask.
the door opens.
there is no one in the audience. no fruit. unmoving mechanics.
the door opens again.
missing is not only dear frank, but the harbinger of his chaos.
and the rest of xyr army.
the door opens.
and opens.
and opens.
and opens.
only to find that the next day, as the elevator doors opened to that familiar train station, not either of their faces could be seen. footsteps went amiss. no train at all.
eerie it was, not scary, as i do not fear. but how strange.
up ladders, then, to a room. upon cinderblocks lay the familiar face of someone that was closer to my friend than anyone ever would get.
sleeping. only sleeping. but she will not wake up. no, not ever again.
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" october ... how can one tell so easily? "
" it's colder this time of year ", it said.
a shiver ran up my spine. it dawned on me then. i hadn't felt ... cold in so long. not until now. how comforting, in its own right.
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characters get better designs"
-Scythe is equally as strong as ban hammer
-Windforce isn't aware of Scythe, she has her own problems
-The factions aren't 1:1 in their references to irl cultures and will have original elements
-Soda can foresee a mexican based phighter
-Scythe
i took a seat next to the unconscious being, and opened one of many cans scattered about the room. it makes a crackling sound, and as if for memorial, i poured some along the only piece of jewelry iโd ever owned.
โ your feelings are valid โ? i donโt know what couldโve prompted this but please understand why that would be hurtful. many of us have had this said to us, which impacted us heavily as people. to see someone say it again who has such a huge platform just. genuinely hurts
i hadnโt taken over the world, like i supposed i would. i had no part in it.
everything i had vanished before my eyes. and i was alone.
sleepless creature that i am, i had no reason to fear my own demise. iโm not whole.
they could not have died; i remember thinking this vividly. for they had already concealed their fate in this elevator.
their bodies would return, missing of scars their last ones had bared. they always did, of course. it was endless.
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thatโs okay tya, ๐ฉต i really genuinely appreciate you apologizing and understanding where we came from. next time maybe be very detailed with what you say !! thank you again. if you need anything dm me ok?
the night fell over the residents, as it always did, and then the sun rose. i had no access to their brains.
i dreaded for i had lost my power โ the very thing holding me together.
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i work under no faction. i am nobodyโs ally.
it would be quite normal, had i not known a thing about you. but you lost normalcy a long time ago, didnโt you? ah, that reminds me โฆ. howโs the viscera taste? hmhm.
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therefore, i had no reason to die. i lost my body, my chains melded to my very being. everywhere i walk, i am kept alive for the shear amount of malice bubbling in my system. i had no reason to die.
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apologies, i respond to things very sporadically and inconsistently. i may not get back to an rp for awhile. that doesnโt mean i dont want to write it just means i have super varied motivation for specific rps
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once more, doors creak. reveal a large grassy plain, with a large building of concrete and brick housed comfortably in the middle. i decided i had enough, move to leave. to understand, as for once, i truly, truly did not.
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since i get a tiny bit of traction here, im asking everyone who sees this to at least spread this post around lest you cannot donate. please use your voices to uplift those in need.
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okay i really hate to do this but we've gone into relatively a hyper emergency
we've been thrown into sort of a hyper emergency, as we've been forced all the way down to square zero because we simple aren't making enough
im seeking help from my family, and im going to
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i know much more than just your name. an introduction is far from needed.
hmhm. thatโs just the question. i have no answer for you at this moment.
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( for the first time, your encounter with the dreamer does not involve you slipping into the cracks of their mind.
instead, you take a seat next to. going to run bladed fingers up beanโs back like a spiderโs crawl. )
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Oh thatโs Beanzooka sleeping on the couch.
zzzzzzโฆ.
I wonder if heโs having a good dream? Maybe even a bad one? Who knows!
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your energy goes towards attempting to keep it together. youโre a failure of a father โ thatโs what you think. you feel nauseous. it never gets easier.
grip her with trembling fingers โ gentle as ever, but still late. )
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