ROLL⠀THE⠀KATAMARI.

DISCOBALL. an oc lovingly crafted by med. low activity, selective, and private !! minors be cautious !! — this is an 18+ blog. oc &&. multiverse friendly ! affiliated with @wrfstchc &&. @intoshards — heavy topics will appear on this blog. please proceed with caution and understanding that this OC is not lighthearted in nature, despite what he may seem! i will tag sensitive topics as they appear and to the best of my ability! --- blog icon cred ! ⠀

we meet at last ! ; open , accepting. ☄︎. @wrpcrystl !

when you see the world through such a lense, it feels like minutes speed by like seconds -- that is to say, you are not fully aware of where you are, or where you're going, just that you're moving; and even then, you cant always be sure of that. so you're standing here. colors, neons and bright kaleidoscope patterns shift about through your sickened eyes, as they do. as they tend to. and suddenly, you feel something impact your body, which you can never be so certain of anything, but you think it just might've been real. so you give a couple blinks, and a glance around yourself, finding that you have stumbled back into a different position you were in prior. a keen observation certainly, but even keener than that is how your eyes finally land on the source of the impact. you squint, and he looks oh so vaguely like someone you may know. but not enough. " AYY AYY AYY!! IM walkin' ova' here! " you say, though you truthfully couldnt be remotely assed about being slammed into, " .. whaddya' think this is??? NEW freaking jersey??? " wrong "new" , right idea. still, you put on your best imitation of a stereotypical new - york accent, even if you arent sure that's what it is, as some sort of freak attempt to be social, or at least lighten the blow.

we meet at last ! ; open , accepting. ☄︎. @wrfstchc !

truthfully, you would barely call the likes of this a house; you are living in an abdandoned burger joint, at the moment - the next, you may just live somewhere else. the confines of " home " lies within a blood that was not always so neon, and a pair of eyes that were not always so bright. you have everything you need, at this gross, greasy burger joint. in fact, you were just about to hyperly stick your mangey finger into what used to be grease now turned solid like wet sugar, when a familiar face enters through the broken front door. you decide to put your, quite frankly, very important task aside just for now, as you turn on heel and make your way right over. a large tail that thumps against the floor, and two paws that come together in excitement at the sight of your dearest friend: wilford motherlovin' warfstache ! easily, spending time with a fellow party master is much preferred over any task you may have at hand. " oiiiii meu amigaurr.r...... " you say, slurring your words just as always; " you're BREAKING and freaking. Entering. Dudee........ Duuuude....... Haha. I jest. " you move your body over, and curl aforementioned tail around the other's legs, humming a party - worthy tune. perhaps chappell roan. who doesn't love chappell roan?