#thinkparvythoughts

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Send me a 👑 if I am your senpai

From the first step in the outside world William had to deal with clones; first a group of Lalnas then bumping into a Xephos who didn't know who Will was and later running into even himself which oddly enough wasn't a clone made by YogLabs. The world had clones of its own, clones that weren't a product of the Labs and this was messing with his head a lot.

This was why when he met yet another Parvis he wasn't as surprised as he was when it happened the first time. Now he just stared at the other, taking his blood soaked appearance in without throwing up. No matter how much blood he had seen back there, he still couldn't stomach the sight of it in big quantities.

"Parvis?"

His voice was cautious, guarded and wary of showing too much emotions. He didn't want to get his hopes up with the possibility of this being the Parv he had met back at YogLabs. The meetings had been brief and sporadic, but the brown-eyed man had been one of the few people that was genuinely nice to him.

Send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

It was pretty unnerving at first. Seeing myself yet not at the same time. They look like me, but they act so so different.

For example, you have Alex who’s a lovable dork and so sweet then you have the ever confusing Parvy, the allergic to cats birb Parv who’s an Aetherian, the weird, but cool Parvis aaaannndddd also the nickname Parvy-Warvy who’s looking for his Strife.

And that’s not even half of the list!

Anonymously send me a url, and I’ll tell you what I think of them!

[ Pls don’t sue me.

The mun is [drumroll] a Shy Meme™ that needs to gather their courage to live the Meme Dream™.

[ @thinkparvythoughts ]

It’s fine. It’s totally fine. It’s-… Yeah. It’s not fine.

A few good hours had passed since night fell and he still hadn’t found his way back to Strife’s tower-home-thing.

More aimless wandering followed, Alex trying his best to gather his surroundings. He had passed by Kirin’s shop at last three times now, ended up walking by the seafront at one point and back on the busy streets of the city. All to realise that he had been walking in a circle all that time.

Deciding that he had walked around enough and that a break was in order, the gargoyle flopped down on a bench in the park he was passing by.

All was nice and dandy until he noticed something moving around out the corner of his eye.