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enzie-ki · 9 months
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What room numbers are you guys? I wanna come visit your rooms!
OOC || I need to know room numbers bcus the Beach is a resort, with well, room numbers and it'd be fun to know yours!
I think any number from 1-200 and 201-400 will do, 1-100 and 201-300 is ground floor, 101-200 and 301-400 is second floor.
@your-sweet-cookie @kuinaoflight @hoodedchishiya @triggerhappymilitant @niragixpsych @twentyfourhourtits @bossfightsamurai @hattersbeach @fluffybrowncat and whoever else!
Current List:
Enzeru(me): 149
Kukki: 210
Kuina: 143
Chishiya: 007
Niragi(@triggerhappymilitant):
Niragi(@niragixpsych): 369
Narumi: 214
Last Boss: 106
Hatter: 400
Yalina: 347
Lilly: 202
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ask-camychameleon · 2 months
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-Easter event inside the factory, Esty Cotton, aka the Easter bunny hid chocolate eggs or smoke bombs (harmless, they are just colored) around the nursery (factory safe point), everyone is free to start looking, There's a chance you'll come across other toys walking around and looking for eggs too, so have fun with them.-
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the-haunted-office · 5 months
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In another room over from Doomsday, there's a table sitting there with a sign that just says BOOTH. Nobody appears to be sitting there.
What do?
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"Respects to everyone celebrating Pride Month! But...why haven't I heard of months for all the other Sins?"
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rodeoblitz · 8 months
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Blitz stared into the mirror sadly before he started to sing softly to himself as he shook.
"I got a darkness inside
And it's talking to me
I feel it rumble and writhe
Like a hungry disease
A face so ugly I hide
But it longs to be free
Once I've brought it to light I'll be gone underneath
Swallowed consumed I am one with the beast
You're not me, who are you? What are we?
When I look at the face in the mirror I see Just a shell of myself I can tell you're no hero to me...."
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aux-armes-citoyens · 2 years
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[Francis is standing there in quiet contemplation, arms folded together in indifference. One hand effortlessly held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and the other reached up to curl the hairs of his mustache into a shapely upward swirl. His brows were furrowed and his lips were set in an unintentional pout.
He was looking in a store window at a plain, perfectly normal dress.]
Do you not think this is rather pedestrian? I mean... Pfft.... [He shakes his head in disbelief!] This colour in this season?! I would like to have a word with the designer. 
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feelinsheepish · 1 year
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"Sometimes.... I wonder if Uncle Tam would have loved me more than my Pa.... He always seemed to get me a little more... He was nice... I miss him."
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arikos-of-caelid · 2 years
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“Something is keeping you awake. Is it fear or regret?”
Arikos sighed, trying uselessly to find comfort on his makeshift bedspread in the grass. Instead, he found himself twirling and picking the petals of a dried Erdleaf flower nearly to powder. "...Are they often not two sides of the same coin? Fear born of regrets...consequences for one's actions, the weight of one's conscience being too heavy to bear."
He then tossed and blew the flower dust on the wind. "And likewise, regrets born of fear...actions not taken, or else botched badly. I know too much of both."
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sagilsnonsense · 13 days
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The faun stared out the window in slight disbelief as the thunderstorm rolled in and caused the lights in his home to flicker momentarily, this must be the thunderstorm he was warned about over the radio at work.
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Regardless, the fae accepted the stormy day and took in the heavy rain, his mug of tea in one hand while his other rested gently on top of his cat, Jinx, who took comfort in the fluffy lap of the mossy faun's legs.
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llixulia · 1 month
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Hyperion hummed softly, picking up an instrument and playing it. The song would sound sad, nostalgic, of a lost time.
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bewitchingbaker · 1 month
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Chris smiles as he places a bit of his flower into a grinder, a few rolling papers floating his way. Having a holiday dedicated to indulging in totally legal and smokeable substances was nice, especially when you had that day off. Especially when you had friends coming over to get a little lifted with ya.
Carefully he rolled a few spliffs before picking out a few records.
"Music always go well with getting a little twisted," Chris smiles, "Movies are good too. Whatever ya want in the background, I'm down for."
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elxgantcaptain · 6 months
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"Come here! Come here little Princess!" Hook gestures to the little kitten who mews in response and taps its little paws towards her master, taking the fish from his outstretched hand. "Awww! Thats the perfect little pussycat! Good girl, Jaffykins!"
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fionnabell · 9 months
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“ Just… tired.”
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timidblues · 9 months
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← absolute fucking GIRLFAIL. pathetic wet cat of a woman.
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aux-armes-citoyens · 2 years
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Francis huffs and holds his phone out in front of him as if it were a spoiled rag. 
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“I need help with this wicked device.”
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galahadsboy · 7 months
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Muse: Rokk
Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works
Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate
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"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.
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