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shit

guess i better book it then

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that sounds like a vvery big deal

but its good to see you

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ghastlycompulsions replied to your post:im a big cute dork but nobody else is allowed to say it 83

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there is no evidence

the court can’t do shit

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hopefully for a good reason

and not a ‘hey jade i’m ollie outing’ reason

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gulesgardener replied to your post:444444444444444444444HHHHHHH

woah that is a lot of screaming for my first words for you in like months

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http://gulesgardener.tumblr.com/post/81430753626

TH3 3V1D3NC3 1N QU3T10N

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http://gulesgardener.tumblr.com/post/81430753626

TH3 3V1D3NC3 1N QU3T10N

I did what.

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h3y pyr0p3: d0 th3 th1ng 4lr34dy

This thing has been staring at you for too long now.

It smells fateful and wrong, and for a few long moments, you block out the echoes in your mind and regain your bearings. It's transparent to your telekinesis, but it stands out in your minds eye in perfect detail.

That ridiculous head. What the hell is up with that anyway?

Then the shouting comes back, the screaming, cursing imprecations that drive you to your knees. 

She's here. She's really here, now, not just in your head but in your hive. 

Whispering, urging.

You refuse. It's wrong, it's not how it should be.

You don't want it.

She doesn't care.

She picks you up with her mind, so much beyond your own, her long staff scraping across the ground as she gestures, and you fly forward into the Frogsprite, screaming as you go.

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janeydear started following you

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1 S4W Y0U M4K1NG WR1GGL3RS W1TH J4D3 4ND TH4T SP1K3D MY CUR10S1TY

H0W G03S?

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Terezi: Enter.

You've been carving for nights, for more than a perigee now. For some reason, you can never make out what your hands produce as you sleep - if you can call it sleep - despite a clear understanding of the rest of the world, your psychic senses can't seem to resolve these strange totems.

You can't bring yourself to throw them out, though, nor ask anyone else about them. Something about your dreams, something you can't resolve or recall, but is incredibly important all the same.

When the game comes, you find yourself operating as if programmed. Your limbs follow instructions originating somewhere entirely other, a deep instinctive understanding of your purpose and place. The whispers grow louder every second, the eyes glowing, burning in your mind. You haven't seen anything in sweeps, haven't known what vision is like since your death.

Your blood stains Vriska's hands, and you know it. You've always known it, and never cared.

This is more important.

When the time comes, you crack open the cruxtruder with your bare hands, tearing the lid off with mind-enhanced strength. You work like a troll possessed - not entirely inaccurate to be truthful - as you manipulate Vriska's grubtop at a distance, pinning her to the floor and executing your path exactly as you must.

You can smell the orb, flashing and sparkling in the air. You let Vriska up; let her watch - she can't do anything about this any more.

This is how it has to be.

In the last moments before you enter, before the meaning of your existence changes forever, you take a statuette, a small bone carving of your own design. A thought to the troll you took it from flits through your mind; another lowblood, one of a few you've preyed upon in your time. Eridan would never forgive you if he knew. But now they serve another purpose: You prototype the bone carving, and the orb glows.

Then you stop existing in the false reality you were hatched into, and enter the true world.

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Crowns are the traditional symbolic form of headgear worn by a monarch or by a deity, for whom the crown traditionally represents power, legitimacy, victory, triumph, honour, and glory, as well as immortality, righteousness, and resurrection.

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