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I...oh child, let me hold you.

Q_____Q UP! GO UP!

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Campaign to make a troll misera8le : send this for the 10 tum8lrs that you most despise, if you receive it 8 times or more consider yourself awful! ::::|

==> You are quite used to hate, this is nothing new to you.  It's actually quite funny nowadays.

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This is beautiful and you should feel beautiful)

Serious for once, adressing people thinking they’re not good at roleplaying and people who are afraid to talk to new people!

I just want every single one of my followers to know that you can talk to me whenever. I will roleplay the fuck out of every. single. one. of you.

which sounded better in my head but w/e

enjoy?

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Ah, then the pleasure is all mine to make your acquaintance, Doct- er, Doc.  Is that what you would prefer, or perhaps Scratch?  Or the both?  

==> First guardian?  You aren't sure what that means, but his next words worry you.  How can one know everything?  Is it a threat?  Then again, does it matter if it is, because what can anyone do to a dead man?  Things seem to be far more complicated than you think the situation shows.  Still, no reason to be inhospitable.

Ah, that's rather kind of you, thank you.  Er, Perhaps both?

Very well, mister Signless.

I see. I get that quite a lot. Pardon my manners, I go by the name Doc Scratch. I’m Alternia’s first guardian so I know a lot about you. Even, everything.

How about a cup of tea? Or a piece of cake? 

#acreepyuncle

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Ah...Signless, please, if you would.  I do believe the other has a much more distressful connotation that I would rather not dwell upon if at all possible. 

Afraid?  Of course not, though I must say you are...certainly a unique one, pardon my rudeness.

==> You have to stop yourself from wondering how something without a mouth could even bite.  Frankly, you don't want to ponder that, if at all possible.

Ah, greetings, mister Signless. Or should I call you Sufferer? By which title you rather to go? Please do not be afraid of me, I don’t bite. Haa haa. 

#acreepyuncle

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acreepyuncle started following you

==> You are not sure whether to be hospitable or strangely uncomfortable.  Probably best to play it safe.

Er, welcome.

#acreepyuncle

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hot-tempered-handmaid started following you

==> Another one with the curled horns?  You're starting to wonder which of them is the normal version.

Ah, hello there dear.

#hot-tempered-handmaid

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jaxtheripper13:

Reblog with a picture of your Homestuck OTP.

#whoops my otp is showing

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Ah, I've somehow returned now.  Time is a fickle thing, whisking the dead off to places unknown at random occasions.

#Really #I forgot I'd be gone yesterday #Whoops

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irkentier started following you

Oh hello there.  I don't believe I've seen anyone like you about before.

#irkentier

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==> You can't help but grin back, extending one hand the best you can towards him, though the shackles make this an incredibly difficult task.

She's quite the adventurer, I think.  A very brave little girl, and I must say, I'm quite impressed that she's already talking.

==> You raise an eyebrow as he greets you, smiling and bowing politely.

Yes, that would be me. Ahh, I see she’s almost asleep. Good. She’s been giving us hell all day. To think this is only her first!

==> You chuckle a bit.

#marquisemindfang

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==> Adorable.  But best to let the child rest now instead of trying to keep her up.  You haven't been this content in quite some time, and you make yourself comfortable, rocking her slightly and humming under your breath. 

Moomoo. Bzzzz mowww. Baabaabaaa. Honk!

==> Yes, good. You could speak all the languages. All of them. You let your eyes close and you purr deeply, tucking your feet in on yourself and transforming into a tiny little purring tubby ball of fat.

#marquisecallista

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marquismindfang started following you

==> This...this is the grub's...other guardian?  The one the Dolorosa is raising a child with?  You see the resemblance from guardian to grub.

Ah, you are the Mindfang that I have heard about?  Welcome, good sir, and may I congratulate you on your new child.

#marquisemindfang

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==> You can't help but laugh at the lick, raising a brow and looking down at her.  The fingers that have been petting her ruffle her hair as you just continue to chuckle.

And who taught you how to moo like a milkbeast, little one?

==> Whuh, what’s wrong with being dirty. You’d been mostly dirty all day, until your mom decided to get you all wet and slimy and weird. And bubbly. Of course, the bubbles were pretty fun, honestly. But that’s not the point. You lick his cheek.

“Moo!”

#marquisecallista

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==> Your smile grows as she wriggles more, and you move to wipe a bit of spit away from her leg.  A very fast learner indeed.

No wish, of course.  Now now, you're going to get all dirty, that wouldn't be good, now would it?

==> You close your eyes and purr as he wraps you up in your cloak, making a mental note that nubby-horned, chompy-teethed cloak-wearing things were really warm and nice and sweet and they are the best, except for your daddy. You wiggle a little bit, putting one of your front legs into your mouth and drooling all over it.

“Gub. Gubgubgubgub. No wish. Gub.”

#marquisecallista

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==>  Good, good, you can't stand to see grubs in any sort of distress, and you can't help but smile again as she nuzzles closer.  Idly you reach down to wrap part of your cloak around the both of you, if only to make sure that she stays nice and warm.  As you continue to pet her, you have to raise a brow at her words.  My she was a fast learner if she was talking already, but that didn't help that you still had little idea of what she was telling you.  You're certain she's someone's wish, her guardian's specifically, but seeing as the term was put forth in the negative, it wouldn't be wise for you to disagree.  No sense in causing any further trouble.

Of course you aren't dear, you're a grub, and one that's loved very much.

==> You wiggle when he picks you up, wasting no time in curling up against his chest, cooing and purring at all the pettings. You lean up and nuzzle under his chin, shaking a bit. Good, yes. Good. No more being a creepy dirty door-using witch. You were safe now. Only snuggles now. Purring, you pull your stinger to your stomach, tucking in on yourself and hiding from whatever invisible witchcraft you were afraid of at the time.

No be wish. No.

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==> Oh powers, this is breaking your bloodpusher, you can't help it.  It seems that fate has been kind enough to remove your shackles for today, and so you reach out and pick her up, cradling her as gently as you possibly can.  You are not maternal, you are no attendant to the mother grub, but you do your best to soothe her, murmuring under your breath and petting down her back the way your own mother used to do to you.

You're fine, dear, you're safe, you're perfect, shhhh.

==> No no no, what, no. No this was not alright. Those bastards turned you into a witch, and you probably wouldn’t get better! You wiggle and squirm, then make grabby claws at him. Pick me up, save me, burn me at the stake or something, make me stop being a witch! You wibble your lower lip and your eyes tear up.

Wish! I wish. Wish…

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