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theaterism · 2 years
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I’VE OFFICIALLY GRADUATED
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pinevalley · 2 years
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“why do we use pspsps only for cats? why not, like… dogs? or raccoons? or bears?”
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lmanberg · 3 years
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dream hangs up. about a minute later techno dms wilbur. 'so dream just called. he said 'techno, i love you' and then started crying and said 'i'm sorry' and left and now he won't pick up. can you tell him to call me back? i don't think he's ok :(' "ohhh god." 'won't lie i did not expect this from dream, thought for sure he'd confess to you before confessing to me' "???" 'you two thought you were being subtle this whole time? that's adorable ♥'
AGSGD
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hideouspumpkin · 3 years
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your url is so cute, i smile every time i see it on my dash! how did you pick it? 💐
thank you !!! Sometimes I feel a bit like it makes me look like a very childish person agsgd and I picked it when I was 16, never changed it, and its because I've always loooved pumpkins but wanted to add an adjective and God knows why but I choose hideous....I will never change it...its my brand by now
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imaginefe · 6 years
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Zelgius would have an aegislash agsgd
GOD U ARE SO RIGHT ANON
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hooliganpearl · 6 years
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i see that uve rebloged lots of stuff from sixpenceee, and would just like to say that they are a horrible person and you souldnt reblog from them (if u need an example, they sold shirts about ending human trafficking, and profited from it, while owning a child slave)
Agsgd oh my god thank you I am so sorry. Thank you so much
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theaterism · 1 year
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one similarity between foxtrot and his father is that they’ll both invent the wildest ways to rationalize some of their bad habits but with foxtrot it’s explaining why he doesn’t sleep sometimes and with nathaniel it’s explaining why he killed a man
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theaterism · 2 years
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gosh the feeling of Waiting for deadline anxiety to kick in enough to Work On A Thing
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theaterism · 2 years
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i mentioned parasitic magic about a week ago in relation to an architect. there are several reasons nathaniel’s magic eventually became parasitic and turned on him as well. these are the major ones.
1) like edward’s magic, nathaniel’s magic persisted when he put it into the world. it existed in jars and vials. it only faded when he dispelled it or when it was allowed to escape from its confinement. magic that persists is more likely to drain its user’s energy. it is also more likely to gain a will of its own (in a manner of speaking) under the right circumstances.
2) nathaniel spent his whole life mastering his magic. he sharpened it, twisted it, pushed it to its limits and well beyond. his ambitions and merciless curiosity drove him to improve his skill in sound manipulation and to seek more and more knowledge on what his magic could achieve. he wanted wealth and power. he also simply wanted to know what would happen if he contorted his magic in various ways, regardless of any discomfort he endured in the process.
(something else drove him as well, though he disliked admitting its presence and control over him.)
3) he began using his magic almost constantly to meet the demands of those he did business with (and to satisfy his own curiosity, to collect samples to experiment on). collecting voices became a habit, and he always carried vials to gather them. he could spend hours sorting sounds, splitting them, slicing them, and stitching them together. he suppressed inconvenient feelings on instinct, but it became rather difficult to ignore how the strain of overusing his magic weighed upon him. still, he didn’t stop.
(also, the more nathaniel overworked his magic and twisted it to satisfy his curiosity, the more distorted it naturally became. something about his magic felt wrong. something about it felt sharp and stretched much too thin, threads of it splintering beyond his control and fraying like electrical wires.)
4) he was restless, facing both debts and his own desire for more. he felt caught in an inescapable cycle. this was the game, and though it had lost its charm over time, he couldn’t stop playing. he grew bitter. he grew exhausted. he grew desperate. more and more desperate. eventually, he reached a breaking point. something in him snapped.
he made an internal deal. he told his magic, ‘take as much as you want from me, as long as you give me enough in return.’ and his magic — which he had mistreated for years and which was already warped from his experiments — was all too eager to oblige.
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theaterism · 2 years
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i have a bad habit of listening to narrative podcasts as background noise and barely processing any of the story even after several episodes in
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theaterism · 2 years
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"Uhm... hey, Fox, I don't wanna ring any alarm bells, but..." Alex is a bit more shify-eyed than usual today - as though she's oddly on-edge. She's fighting every second she spends here not to make any assumptions.
"I've seen Wren hanging out around, uhm... a certain someone, I'll say." It's not a strong start, and she knows it - but it's not something she can help. Her fingers methodically, and ever more quickly fidget with the cube in her hands the more she lingers on the topic. "One eye, just like them. I guess that's how they became friends. But-... the point is, I know him. And... I'm worried for what they might do. The only reason I'm not intervening directly is because... well- that guy would make it messy. But-... all I'm asking is you keep an eye on Wren, uhm- since you spend the most time with them. And-... just make sure they don't... just make sure they don't change for the worse."
The request is punctuated with an anxious gulp, coloured blocks sliding into place in perfect harmony - the puzzle in her hands is complete. "I hate to ask this of you a second time. If you want more details this time, though, I'd... I'd be happy to tell you. I just don't wanna worry Wren by coming to them with the truth right out the gate."
Foxtrot had been sorting costumes, but it took a single sentence — meant to be reassuring — for his heart to skip a beat and his focus to fix on Alex. Her nervous demeanor alone rang alarm bells. A chill of apprehension settled over him, and as she went on, the twist of anxiety in his chest only coiled tighter and tighter, until he found it tricky to breathe.
Someone else with one eye. Wren had mentioned meeting someone like that. It had interested Foxtrot, but he hadn’t dwelled on it long. Now, though… now, this person gained a sharper, more threatening shape in his mind. Alex knew him. Her explanation held enough vagueness for fear to fill in the gaps.
Considering what Foxtrot had recently learned about Damian, danger seemed to surround the person he cared about the most. What if everything spiraled? What if he failed to protect them? He leaned back against a wall for support as Alex finished speaking, hands gripping the magenta shirt still in his grasp; part of a costume. She didn’t want to worry Wren. It did sound worrying. It already worried Foxtrot, at least, to the point where it almost sickened him.
“I…” His mouth had gone dry. Foxtrot swallowed and tried again, trying to regain his composure. “I’ll always look out for them.” This was a fact, as certain as the sun that rose each morning, and it steadied Foxtrot to say it aloud. “But I’d… really rather you tell me more as well, yeah. And I’m fairly sure this is something you ought to be telling Wren, too.”
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theaterism · 1 year
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" haaa ... happy valley - times day! " paired with a heart - shaped card is a small bag of fox gummies. she offers them up for Foxtrot to take. " fff ... for you! " // ( valentine's inbox call 💕 / for Foxtrot 🌻 )
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valley-times day. it was remarkable how quickly a grin flitted across foxtrot’s face. “for me?” he replied, amazement on his voice. he knelt down to ari’s level before accepting the gift. “i’m honored.” peeking inside the bag, he feigned a gasp. “ah, fox gummies! these are quite rare, y’know. i’d love to hear how you managed to catch them; you must be very quick.” his expression was serious, his tone impressed.
he slipped the gift into his coat pocket, careful not to crease the heart-shaped card — he intended to keep it, after all — and then rummaged through his other pockets. “here, i’ve got something for you as well.” after a few seconds of searching, he withdrew… a small velvet pouch, light green and patterned with daisies, with a drawstring to close it. inside the bag was a collection of shiny stones! foxtrot offered it to ari with a smile. “happy valley-times day.”
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theaterism · 1 year
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cerise didn’t kill many people but she 100% fantasized about it a bit worryingly often
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theaterism · 2 years
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“the real reason i wear sweaters so often is because they’re secretly armor. that’s how i get away with so many stunts, see. i’ve got shield sweaters.”
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theaterism · 2 years
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nathaniel collected fancy letter openers and switched out which one he used on a whim. he typically only used them to open letters but he did enjoy the Intimidation Potential during certain meetings
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theaterism · 2 years
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“if i take something fox-themed, it doesn’t count as proper stealing. it sort of belongs to me already, you know? so i’ve got to collect it at some point.”
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