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11- When’s the last time you cried?

These questions are so EASY! [Accepting]

I do not remember the last time I have cried. It is not something I am inclined to do, nor do I feel the need to in order to manage my emotions, as my darling does.

My emotions require... a different approach. It is neither better nor worse, simply different.

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Asks That Start Off Normal But Progressively Get Dark

1- What’s your favorite color?

2- Coffee or tea?

3- If you could live anywhere and cost wasn’t an issue, where would you live? 

4- If you were a time of day, what time of day would you be?

5- What’s your phone wallpaper?

6- What’s a song that you relate to?

7- What would you do if you found a 100 dollar bill on the sidewalk?

8- Do you have any piercings or tattoos? 

9- What song would you want to get kissed to?

10- What song would you play at your funeral?

11- When’s the last time you cried?

12- What do you want to be remembered for when you die?

13- If you could commit any crime without consequence, which crime would you commit? Or would you not commit any crime at all?

14- Would you rather know the date or cause of your death?

15- What would you do if you found a dead body in a hotel room?

16- Are we really living or are we just slowly dying?

17- Do you like the taste of blood?

18- If you had to lose a body part, which one would you choose and why?

19- Would you rather be frozen, burned, or drowned?

20- If there's hell of some sort, do you think you’re going there?

21- How would you dispose of a body?

22- Would you kill someone you don’t know to save someone you love?

23- Would you rather be burned at the stake but die a saint beloved by all, or die peacefully but have nobody remember you?

24- Would you rather eat part of a human heart or a whole human eye?

25- What question would you ask the devil?

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None that I am aware of... but pocket realities are a dime a dozen here, assuming my theory is correct. The Festival island is another example of what I believe to be a pocket reality.

Perhaps something to do with the shard Jones is insistent on getting. If it is powerful enough to alter reality to give the Supernovas what powers they have, and he has called the Reality Warriors to focus solely on its acquisition to the detriment of all else, it stands to reason it is a very capable piece of rock.

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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*A ping comes in on your personal communicator. It's from @officialjohnjones .*

Hey Don. It's been a minute. I think it's high time we did some proper on the ground scouting. I'm asking you because I'm pretty certain it'll involve a bit of extermination with extreme prejudice.

How 'bout it? Up for some hunting? If so, I'll meet you aboard the Leviathan in a bit.

[A response came after a moment of delay:]

Jones,

It would be my pleasure to accompany you on a scouting mission. However, I must inform you that I can be... unpredictable around these creatures. They disgust me greatly, and I cannot bring myself to look at them at times.

If you do not think this a liability, I will wait for you aboard the Leviathan. My darling is currently taking his mid-day nap, so, there is no need for you to worry about running into him.

Sincerely,

Megalo Don, Lord of the Wasteland

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do not bake....

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[A moment of thought from the lord as he scratched his chin and looked over to the plushies on his shelf. He had only briefly interacted with Guernsey before, and had indeed heard that he called a seperate island home from Jones... sometime around when they were dealing with the VIPs, if he had to guess. Something to do with evacuation procedures...]

Yes. I theorize he lives within a pocket reality, but I have no concrete evidence to back such a thing. If I remember correctly, he has an island to himself where he faces no threats, and he spends his time tending to rabbits and other animals throughout the year.

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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You speak with confidence, my love.

[With a grumble, Megalo Don sat back. He'd reached his limits on cuddles.]

[The suggestion to leave came at a surprise. Not only did he assume Erik would have suggested something far more explosive, but also... where did Erik expect them to go? It had been over a year since their home was destroyed, and nearly so since they had been forced to leave Helios.]

Elaborate. I want to understand your reasoning.

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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[As he rest his head on Erik's shoulder, a familiar itch began to claw of his spine, his muscles tensing, ready to push away... but he was torn. This was already too much sensation, but Meg wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be close. Why could he never have cuddles? He could have all the cuddles he wanted when he was a landshark...]

[A slow, invisible wave rippled through his heart. Made it feel... weird... but that was rather ordinary for it, these days.]

You are displeased with the contents of Jones' order.

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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It is an email from Jones about the current state of the island - we have been ordered to do nothing.

[Megalo Don handed his phone to Erik, clearly not at all concerned about keeping Reality Warrior communications "secure" and "confidential"... at least when it came to his heart. No doubt the Reality Warriors had planned for this. The device was quickly snatched up, his heart squinting as he read, likely having forgotten his reading glasses.]

[With the man fully distracted by the email, Meg lazily laid back down, this time nearly entirely over top of his company while nuzzling against his shoulder, essentially turning into an oversized heated blanket... that won't stop purring, of course.]

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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[Paying no mind to Erik's gesture, Megalo Don plucked his phone from the coffee table and flipped through his email - not his personal email, of course, but his 'work' email... the one he had with the Reality Warriors.]

[Hosted on quite possibly the most outdated service imaginable, it took a solid minute and a half to open up the message from John Jones. As he waited, Megalo Don turned down the documentary a tad with his free hand.]

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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[Megalo Don flopped over, stretching out across the couch to press the top of his head against Erik's leg while flashing puppy-eyes in his direction.]

Have you considered that you are upset with me because you haven't gotten any affection yet today? This is not your usual behavior when I have irritated you.

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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[At the sight of his heart, Megalo Don shifted his seat to make room for Erik beside him. Only, Erik didn't sit next to him... he sat all the way across the couch.]

[Megalo Don lifted his head, blinking in confusion.]

My heart, you are so far away. Why not come and sit closer to me?

[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

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[The television hummed as yet another nature documentary played on the screen. Today was a rewatch day as the Lord of the Wasteland curled around a knitted shark gifted to him by his student, rubbing his cheek against its little head while purring.]

[Though the windows remained open, the Leviathan was pointedly turned away from the island, ensuring the view outside the Captain's Suite window consisted solely of the ocean.]

[mxgalodon]

LIES AND SLANDER!!!!

megalo don can’t swim at all

Fortnite Headcanon #1581

[mxgalodon]

Megalo Don, Ringmaster Scarr and The Machinist watch videos of car crash compilations together.

Fortnite Headcanon #1576

[mxgalodon]

My heart has been very disagreeable today...

I, too, dislike these gross, icky bugs, but he is so upset by them he is refusing to give me my morning headpats.

UNFAIR! All the more reason to run bugs over with my car...