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“Don’t combust...Don’t combust...” At last the summer heat was dwindling down to a more comfortable temperature, but hard work was still a sweltering he’ll as she aggressively filled her farms. All life was was a series of compromises, and in return for a number of bountiful harvests, she had to maintain the care of her little plots. Willow glanced up at the sun briefly. At least the shadow stemming from her new home would cloak her soon...
Elizabeth had spent this summer…well, a little bit of everywhere! She was a hardy girl, having lived so long on in this hell, and before hand livint on the streets. Today she decided to go scavenging just to do something.
“Willow!” The young teen cheers, as she trots up to the camp, her basket full of berries, and Charlotte her kitcoon trottinf happily behind her.
“I found a whole lot of berries that I’ve never seen before! Look theyre BLUE! We could make yummy things with these!”
“Oh, they’re tart! But not too tart…” was it a stretch to believe Willow never had blueberries before? Or rather, it’d been so long she totally forgot about them.
“That’d make some interesting jam, for sure, and something tasty for the winter time…But I don’t really know how to actually make it.” Most of Willow’s cooking was a result of the Constant’s convenient crockpot. “Maaaaybe a cute little angel I know can show me?”
“Oh I know!” She exclaims excitedly, gathering up only a small fraction of the berries she had picked. “Can I borrow your crock pot? I’ll show you! It’s really easy, and jam makes a good snack!”
“Don’t combust...Don’t combust...” At last the summer heat was dwindling down to a more comfortable temperature, but hard work was still a sweltering he’ll as she aggressively filled her farms. All life was was a series of compromises, and in return for a number of bountiful harvests, she had to maintain the care of her little plots. Willow glanced up at the sun briefly. At least the shadow stemming from her new home would cloak her soon...
Elizabeth had spent this summer…well, a little bit of everywhere! She was a hardy girl, having lived so long on in this hell, and before hand livint on the streets. Today she decided to go scavenging just to do something.
“Willow!” The young teen cheers, as she trots up to the camp, her basket full of berries, and Charlotte her kitcoon trottinf happily behind her.
“I found a whole lot of berries that I’ve never seen before! Look theyre BLUE! We could make yummy things with these!”
That voice, that sweet little voice always triggered something doting and motherly in the woman. Willow twisted around on her heel and barely resisted hugging the darling girl before her.
“Ah, I’m all sweaty and I smell gross. I’ll wait in a proper reunion, but—!” She bent over to look at the bounty Lizzy brought. “Blue is such an ugly color, buuut these I’d say are more purple, so I’ll agree. We can make great things!” She popped one in her mouth and winked at her.
Elizabeth beams happily as Willow took one of the berries she had found. She agreed, blue was NOT the best color, Elizabeth much preferred pink herself. That was a commonality between the two, preference to red than any other color.
“What do you think of them? They’re juuuuuuust ripe, right!” The teenager exclaims, excitement in her voice. “We HAVE to make jam, at least one batch, okay? Pretty please?”
“Don’t combust...Don’t combust...” At last the summer heat was dwindling down to a more comfortable temperature, but hard work was still a sweltering he’ll as she aggressively filled her farms. All life was was a series of compromises, and in return for a number of bountiful harvests, she had to maintain the care of her little plots. Willow glanced up at the sun briefly. At least the shadow stemming from her new home would cloak her soon...
Elizabeth had spent this summer...well, a little bit of everywhere! She was a hardy girl, having lived so long on in this hell, and before hand livint on the streets. Today she decided to go scavenging just to do something.
"Willow!" The young teen cheers, as she trots up to the camp, her basket full of berries, and Charlotte her kitcoon trottinf happily behind her.
"I found a whole lot of berries that I've never seen before! Look theyre BLUE! We could make yummy things with these!"
Yo i miss this fandom wtf

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"Excuse you?"
Frisk was stunned for a second before attempting to regain their composure and act polite, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized I’d done something to offend you.”
“You just said that pink isn’t a good color! How dare you insult pink like that!” Liz said, no hint of joking in her voice. She’s pretty serious about this pink debacle.
Frisk stifled a chuckle, “I mean, it’s an okay colour,” they offered, “I wouldn’t have worn it for years otherwise. But I think blue is better,” Frisk shrugged, not understanding how big of a deal this was.
“Blue is not a better color, you’re just not color-smart.” She pouts, crossing her arms.  “Dont you diss pink again.”
"Excuse you?"
Frisk was stunned for a second before attempting to regain their composure and act polite, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized I’d done something to offend you.”
“You just said that pink isn’t a good color! How dare you insult pink like that!” Liz said, no hint of joking in her voice. She’s pretty serious about this pink debacle.
Boops Willow on the nose
She gasped. “Well, I know this can’t be my Lizzy! She’s far too adorable!”
"It isnt that cold!" Liz giggles, but follkws where Willow may lead. "Charlotte had kittens recently!" She continues on excitedly. "I named one of them Willow, after you!"
Tokyo Ghoul Sentence Starters
You’re wrong. It’s not the world that’s messed up; it’s those of us in it
All we can do is live while losing things
Never trust anyone too much, remember the devil was once an angel.
As long as it’s for the right cause, there’s nothing wrong with playing dirty.
Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?
There’s no way someone who can’t even protect himself can protect anyone else, is there?
There’s no such thing as fate. It’s simply a combination of one circumstance and the next.
All suffering in the world is born from an individual’s incompetence.
But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered… evil.
You think something like that would hurt, after all I’ve been through?
We are just bags of meat. The weak bow down and the strong devour them
You are weak. That is why you lose.
It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that.
I’m begging you, don’t make me a killer!
If you’re lucky, you may see some cannibalism and that’s always fun…
The real reason to feel sorry… is when one is hung up on revenge and can’t live their own life.
Let’s go home…
Sometimes good people make bad choices, it doesn’t mean they are bad people. It means they are human.
There are times when you’ll have to protect something even at the cost of something else.Â
You’re nice and wonderful. But while it seems like you are choosing both, you’re really forsaking both.
What’s one thousand minus seven?Â
I’m not gonna die. I’ve got a cat that’s waiting for me at home.Â
If you can walk, then you’ll end up crushing some ants, right? Strength is that kind of thing.
Boops Willow on the nose
She gasped. “Well, I know this can’t be my Lizzy! She’s far too adorable!”
Elizabeth grins happily up at Willow. “It’s me! Didja miss me~?”
“It is you!” Willow laughed. “How could I not miss that cute face of yours! I’d sweep you up and smooch its nose if you were a little smaller. You’re getting too big!”
"Really?" She beams happily, looking over herself trying to measure herself up. "I didnt think I was...But I am almost 15!"

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Boops Willow on the nose
She gasped. “Well, I know this can’t be my Lizzy! She’s far too adorable!”
Elizabeth grins happily up at Willow. "It's me! Didja miss me~?"
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Devon didn’t really know what he was doing at this bowling alley. It was his first time here, since he never really had the money to go bowling in the first place, and as luck would have it, he was early and consequently ended up being the first one there out of his friends. Or maybe, the only one who would show up. Knowing the people he hung out with, they were either excessively late and probably wouldn’t arrive for another hour or two, or something came up and they wouldn’t show up at all. And most likely forgot to tell him. Great.
He sighed, sort of sulking just outside the door of the establishment like he had been for the past couple minutes. He worried about looking like some shady loiterer, just standing out there and not really doing anything but looking around and occasionally checking his phone for the time.
Elizabeth was always sort of a loner. Especially now that she was in high school. But thats okay, the blonde 16 year old girl didnt really mind all that much. She arrives to the bowling alley alone, and immediately lights up a cigarette. She idles against the wall of the bowling alley, smoking her cigarette.
She notices Devon loitering around the building and smirks a bit.
"Hey creeper, you okay? You look lost."
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(thechariskchild) “Can you play with me, Lizzie?” The four year old asked with a bright smile, “mommy says you can watch me!”
Elizabeth looks up from her book and cocks her brow. “Yeah, sure kid.”
Alex grinned and grabbed her by the arm, pulling playfully, “let’s go! Let’s go!”
The older child chuckles, but follows Alex as she was pulled along playfully.  “I’m coming, Alex! I’m coming!”Â
She dragged the older of the two outside to the front yard, giddy with excitement before letting go of Elizabeth’s hand, poking her and shouting, “tag! You’re it!”
Elizabeth didn’t really want to play tag,so she half heartedly chased.  “Come on Alex! Not fair!”Â
(thechariskchild) “Can you play with me, Lizzie?” The four year old asked with a bright smile, “mommy says you can watch me!”
Elizabeth looks up from her book and cocks her brow. “Yeah, sure kid.”
Alex grinned and grabbed her by the arm, pulling playfully, “let’s go! Let’s go!”
The older child chuckles, but follows Alex as she was pulled along playfully.  “I’m coming, Alex! I’m coming!”Â