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80 centuries later, i rise

my mom’s flipping out so uh activity may be spotty also sorry for all the ooc my home life is insane

storytime: i had to call my grandparents by sneaking into the living room while mom was screaming her ass off about satan in the next room and then my aunt came and we had to break the frame off my window so i could escape because my mom locked all the doors and if i tried to go out the doors she’d have seen me so we fled to her house and then the grandparents went back yonder to calm her down and i’m home now adventure

so my mom is drunk and crying about satan worship and certain horror movie idols in the other room technical difficulties, will be back later

starter call! will get to these soon if i get any.

do y’all think yasu’s like one of those dogs whose fur is in front of their eyes so they just run into walls and shit but pretend it’s fine

     Things feel... more complete, tonight. Even just staring at the ceiling, it’s a feeling she can’t shake.      It put her at ease, despite the usual stress that piled upon her day by day. It was oddly wonderful.

so i don’t have any of my icons since my actual rp computer broke, this one’s laggy and pretty shit ft. life situation things might be slow but i’ll be trying at least, i’ll be putting out a starter call soon enough

hoiya

happy ‘murica day

                         And, again, she was alone. Running─ she                           was so used to running. Running from her                          problems, her fears of almost everything. What                             a cowardly person she was, and yet...                                She felt doomed to this sad fate.                                   She took herself to the cliffs.                          Standing, staring down off a cliffside, keeping                            note of each pebble that tumbled down its face.                           In one instant, her blank thoughts shattered. The                             most eerie chill ran down her back, and she                            spun around on pure instinct. There was someone...                        there, by the trees. And something felt so wrong about them.                                                                                ‘ W─ho──? ’

there are times in life u really gotta wonder how ur muse will ever interact with any other muse because she lives on a pRIVATE ISLAND

i intended to rewatch umineko but i saw the abridged and uminekolol versions so many times i kept dubbing them over in my head and i couldn’t take anything seriously

                                                        ‘ Sometimes, I can only wonder─                                                     if I had died, how much would change?                                                            Would anything have ever changed at all?                                                  . . . it’s a useless inquiry, anyways. ’                                       Porcelain met with her lips as she took                                           a sip of her tea─ bitter. Always so bitter.                                         Contrasting the fake beauty of the cup.