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Todomatsu Matsuno has been dropped!

No worries, our askbox has quite an appetite sometimes!

Elias Alexander De Smet (Toren) has been all officially dropped for you!

gently squatting down to the other man’s height nicolas furrowed his eyebrows at the troll. how odd, he really did remind him of an animal.

shifting to squat some more he pressed his lips to the top of his forehead and then his nose and scratched behind one of his ears.

can i just say i really love your writing style!//

Character Played in the Past: Ekko (ha ha, get it?)

Alternate: Character Wanted to be Played in the Future (Reimagined)

Bam!

Ekko sat up from his leaned forward position with black soot across his face. With a scowl, he rubbed the soot from his eyes and wrinkled his nose in frustration. Another one bites the dust, literally.

Disappointed, he threw the now-junk invention in with the pile of scrap metal he sort of had laying around for future projects he planned to make but never got around to. Maybe he’d try that one again another time.

               “I could make a device that could travel through time, but a light saber-- No, that was too much to ask for!”

He casually kicked his feet up on the desk and crossed them, leaning backwards on his chair. He crossed his arms contemplatively, staring up at the blueprints on his wall. Gently, he sighed. It had taken him years to finally get the hang of the Z-Drive. He’d only been working on the saber for a few months.

              “Screw it. I’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

With that, he stood and retired to his bed. There was always tomorrow.

Send me 😰 for a glimpse atone of my muse’s nightmares!status ::: accepting!!!

     incontrovertibly FOREIGN is the hoary substance soundlessly slumbering 'neath exposed flesh and its indelible chilliness intrusively seeps through diaphanous fabrics designed to weather incomparably torrid winds. coarse extremities frenetically navigate unkempt tides in pursuit of inestimable relief that can only come in the distinguishable form of an immaterial token of life. though the desirable prize is benevolently bestowed unto her the moment those SEARCHING hands inconspicuously ascend before inevitably descending, these placid waves effortlessly instigate the observable formation of pellucid droplets at the slanted corners of terrestrial optics. though the solicitous youth has not lost her plucky companion, the irreplaceable thread that unflaggingly binds him to his corporeal existence has barbarically been made exceedingly frangible.

     like galloping creatures hellbent on being the first to inelegantly satiate a seemingly unquenchable thirst, those glistering teardrops HURTLE down sandy cheeks. will he slip right from agile appendages in a moment? how can suitable assistance - the kind that can efficiently cure grievous wounds - possibly be found out here? a bounteous portion of the blame is unarguably hers to claim as this execrable nightmare might not have come to befall the venturesome male had she been stronger - enough to avoid being inconveniently swept up by the blinding realms of unconsciousness so quickly, but the remainder of it rightfully belongs to his inscrutable assailant.

Abe has been reserved as a faceclaim!