đżwait tortie we have the same birthday, march 14th, thatâs cool
oh shit, cool!! weâre both pisces!
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đżwait tortie we have the same birthday, march 14th, thatâs cool
oh shit, cool!! weâre both pisces!

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swordcurse replied to your post: Are dads grump, grump, grumpin too?
��guess it depends?
Like how tall they are or if they eat all their veggies that make them boring???
I never ate mine!
Ooooh, what are you?
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    Giggling emanating from seemingly all around, it sounded akin to a child albeit with an added celestial tone to it. Tâwas not normal wherever the current being was, granted it was quickly discovered who the source was as they would take the opportunity to portal behind them, shouting, âBoo! Did I getchaâ?â Though if she was taken a swing at or attempted to be struck? The girl would portal away and onto a treeâs branch on all fours, perched upon it as hair flicked in a series of motions together as if a feline had spotted prey, rather to her? Someone new to play with.
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âYou know, I JUST realized you look like Finn, though, not as cool or cute lookinâ as him though. Too much greenâ She said, rolling her eyes and looking at him.
âAnd is your name a frigginâ pun, too? I mean, you could do way better in the name department. â

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marceline had been on her way to hang out with finn and drop some new sweet music on him (songs for bonnie, of course, only he was allowed to hear those), though she found the house empty of the certain human, a apology note left in his place. shifting her umbrella to her other hand, she moved her bass to hold it from itâs previous position strapped around her.
she floated up to the roof with the full intention of just waiting when she spotted a certain pseudo-human.
â oh hey, dude. youâre fern, right? â marceline greeted as she landed on the treehouseâs roof. â finn told me about you. whatâs up? â
@swordcurse is being followed!Â
Something about this boy felt different. Being a deity, Amaterasu was very sensitive when it came to detecting spirits and curses. Although Fernâs outward personality didnât seem negative, the wolf could sense that something deep inside him was slumbering.
That was enough to keep her curiosity, and she followed Fern as he continued to walk...wherever it was he was going.Â
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            â   you . . .  you know i didnât mean it ,  donât you ?    â  chest aches ,  like a sword to the heart .  guilt was taking over once again and he has to chew at the inside of his cheek in order to keep himself grounded .  his birthday had been a point of waking up for him ;  he tried to forget it yet it was eating him out from the inside .   this wasnât right .   â   whatâre you doing ?  working with them ?  --- --- ---  this isnât you .  this isnât US .    â
           they were one of a kind .  while they donât share a body ,  they share the same past ,  same memories and upbringing .  even after fernâs life had been cut short ,  soul sucked into a blade ,  they still lived through everything together .  he was like another brother ,  and old friend who he related to more than anyone else .  finn wasnât evil ,  and neither was fern .
           â   donât do this . . .    â