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this blog is now an archive!

you can find me here!!

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this blog is now an archive!

you can find me here!!

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)* announcement

this blog will be an archive soon. over the past several months it's been really hard for me to find the will to get on here despite the fact my muse for dollop and the devil's nest environment has been pretty strong. idk when i'll get around to making a new blog but i hope it'll be sometime this month. maybe a fresh blog, new tags and stuff will be nice.

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fucking fuck of fuckerton lane

…….

………………….cant escape blame on this one

runs awa y

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offers cookies.

doesn't accept food from strangers

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┛?┍

  ❝ Well it’s good to take a      break sometimes, right? ❞

Hence her presence, although it wasn’t entirely  her idea to take a holiday. Rather, it was more of a communal effort to get her to relive herself of her duties for at least a second.

❝ You know what they say—      ‘all work and no play'…. ❞

                                  ❝Makes y'dull or somethin, eh?❞

The phrase sounded familiar; he couldn't put a finger to it, but he's pretty sure he's heard it before. Bah. Whatever.

He shrugged, giving his plate an idle poke.

                                   ❝I was a bit of'a workaholic growin'                                       up... guess I still kinda am... heh.❞

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no, but it IS the owner's job to replace busted furniture, make sure shit works properly and--

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the bar was ruin even b’fore it was ruin and you know it

well whose fault is that

is it the owner’s job to clean things up??? DIDNT THINK SO„„„

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theaxidous dolcetters scriptumigni hiizashi powerlessjealousy sinfularrogance edrord ignisis

i heard itchy wanted a new promo banner so i got carried away just take these please bye

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Dolcetto...What's the difference between a cobbler and pie? Please enlighten those of us who are unworthy of cobblers.

                                    ❝Tch! It's pretty obvious once ya start payin' attention,                                       actually. There's this certain consistency t'the crust....❞

And you try to listen. You really do. But the subject is just so boring and long-winded that at some point, you start thinking about how odd it is this man doesn't seem to have eyebrows. Or are they really faint? Are they just thin? Maybe his hair's naturally blonde and he's been dying it or something--that's why you can't see them. Or was he in an unfortunate shaving accident? ...or did one of the other assholes around here burn them off? It's really weird. You've never--oh, it sounds like he's wrapping it up, uh--

                                    ❝--and that's it. That's th'difference. M'sure ya                                       get it now, why cobbler's so much better than fuckin' pie.❞

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Ever have a pie that was disguised as a cobbler?

                                    ❝Nope.❞

He smirks lopsidedly, tapping the tip of his nose.

                                    ❝Nothin' gets past this.❞

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Teeny Tiny Cobbler Dragon, shrunk by greyfaces, swings by with a small basket of personal-sized cobblers.

he's putting serious consideration into adopting these teeny tiny cobbler dragons...

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┛The Boss┍

Pleased by the movement of the other does a hand come up to pat the other on the back in approval once neared.

                           “I’m gonna be leaving for a few days, nothing                             big, and I want ya to keep an eye on things.                             Think you can do that for me?”

▊✘┆—                      He shoulder-ducked away from the pat,                                     letting out a faint grunt. His eyes lingered                                     on Greed's palm a moment before snapping                                     up to a pair of cheap-ass glasses. 

              ❝Yeah. Sure.                 Done it b'fore, I can do it again.❞

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Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away. It becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson (via aim-for-yourself)

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come on

c h a l l e n g e  m e

                             I want to rip your throat out

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┛The Boss┍

                       “Oi, Dol’- C’mere, I wanna talk to ya about                         something.”

▊✘┆—                     A brow quirks, and he abandons his station at the bar to wander closer. Hopefully this wasn't something stupid. 

                 ❝Shoot.❞

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┛Kaye┍

          “Well…I’d much rather you crash here            as well. Number of things could happen            if you stay in an alley.”

A frown formed at the thought of that. Not that he couldn’t handle himself. He was obviously a skilled fighter and his heightened senses helped him keep an eye out on things, so to speak. But she worried about him. Especially when being in Central meant heavy military presence.

          “But had I known it would ever be a            possibility, I would’ve given you a key.”

▊✘┆—                      ❝Nah.❞

He gave a lazy wave of one of his hands, gaze dropping to the floor. 

                                     ❝At th'risk'a soundin' real creepy, 'm an expert at                                        sneakin' in and outta places. Probably better that                                        way. 'Cause if anything... did happen, there'd be                                        nothin' t'link ya to me. Y'know..❞

The last word comes with a bit of a growl. He's quick to smother it with a sip of coffee, and his fingers tighten just slightly around the mug. That was a possibility he didn't like to consider ( even if he had to ). She wasn't the only one who lived here... Danny did, too. 

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┛?┍

❝ Is it…? I’ve never been

     that far away from Liore,      really. ❞

A small smile happens across her face.

❝ I usually like to stay pretty     close to home. ❞

                                    ❝Heh. Same here, if I can help it.❞

Of course, the one time he hadn't, he'd cursed himself. Lesson learned a bit too late, there. ...bah. A faint snort emitted from his nostrils, and he stirred idly at the stew. 

                                     ❝But work can be a pain in th'ass.❞