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"Yo, it's not every day I see yer moogle more chill than you. What's up kiddo?"

“It broke.”

“My fountain pen, that is.”

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pokes around in ur things tbh.

“...”

“Don’t break anything, anyways.”

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Helps bro out and takes a couple thousand potions with.

“You’re not moving FAST ENOUGH, Y’TROGLODYTE.”

lights Barts’ sHOEs on f i r e

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Follows in behind Setzer .. repairing what damage he can "Apologise ... I gave him some upsetting news and I think he opened a few ... all the bottles .. he opened all of them.." Floats back out to continue damage control.

“No. Please don’t worry. I’m over it now.”

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-SHOWS UP IN YER SHOP. SMASHES A POTION. LAUGHS AND WALKS OUT.-

“KURE.

         Stab him in the ass.”

“PREPARE YO ASS MOTHAFUKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

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I’ll tear your hair fwip out of your head, you lanky ass fartnugget.

     if only it were that easy.

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glowers unsociably at everyone else who dares draw near.

Quietly hides under the edge of his cloak. Hide him, oh unsociable one.

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see that

that’s why he does NOT socialize. That right there.

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alekhinesthrone:

SO.

So.

I’ve been having trouble getting up the energy/inspiration to do anything rp-related on the dash recently anyway… As you all may know and as you may ALSO know, I’ve been considering a hiatus/quitting tumblr rp for good.

As with the recent HAZARD WARNING about the update that will take place tomorrow, I have made a final decision:

It’s. VERY unlikely that I’ll come back to rp on here. If I do it’ll only be once in a great, great while. But for the most part the answer is: NO. NOPE. Fuck off Tumblr. I quit.

I will keep all of my rp blogs in place. If they disappear, it’s not because I got rid of em, it’s probably because tumblr staff erased em. MUTUALS, if you really do wanna stick with me please send me your skype contacts via pm and I’ll send you mine. There are a few of you that I REALLY hope to hear from, or I might send you a pm shortly, just because ur dolls and I love u and I dont wanna leave u behind. UuU

Please note though, I DON’T really do skype calls. I’m not good at. Talking. To people. Just chatting through text is fine.

IN THE MEANTIME I’ll be actively searching for a new site to take my RPs to since tumblr doesnt want me or anyone of our kind. If you find out of anything suitable, PLEASE let me know.

I’m gonna reblog this on ALL of my rp blogs, even the ones on hiatus.

SO YEAH. THANKS FOR YOUR ATTENTION. I LOVE YOU GUYS. LET’S … pray that the update doesn’t happen. If it does, I’ll never ever forget my time here. Peace out.

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It drifted for a time, and settled.

      And so, struggling to move- squinting to see, we grasp the concept of loneliness. A solitude so unbearable, as you wade through the viscous fluids that you emerged from, fading in, fading out,                                                                           lost, for now. 

But soon you’ll find him.

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OK UMMM gonna recap what happened last night for those who missed something and actually wanna keep up with the goings-on here

- These two drabbles happened. For anyone that doesnt wanna read it or didn’t understand any of it, it basically Merun is officially mentally AWOL and gone off to start poisoning the ocean to spread disease and death yayayay

- I promo’d this new BLOG ‘O MINE! I’ll promo it again after this, just to be sure it’s seen. Bascially Coolwhip has his own body and his own blog now also yay

That said, mooglesnmages is officially going on semi-hiatus until further notice. I will NOT be accepting new threads with Merun unless it’s specified not to be mainverse. I’ll just be focusing on finishing ongoing threads for the time being-- when I’m on here. Don’t worry tho, this is all pre-planned for plot things, and if you wanna play with me, I’ll be on the other one.

REDIRECT LINKS ALSO FOUND IN THE PROFILES SECTION HWUH!

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by Mr. P de Panama

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It drifted for a time, and settled.

      And so, struggling to move- squinting to see, we grasp the concept of loneliness. A solitude so unbearable, as you wade through the viscous fluids that you emerged from, fading in, fading out,                                                                           lost, for now. 

But soon you’ll find him.

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Soon, it will move.

Shift, and sift, though joints and nerves join ill

It struggles, to wake, to seep out. 

                        Full control. 

                                     Mask removed. 

                                                        O, naive mask.

Poison seeps. Beautiful, as everything it touches turns to a charcoal brittleness. It burns without heat, this burn, but will turn to black then to flakes of white and drift away.

Ah, a flesh thing approaches; it makes noise. Talking? Yelling. You remember yelling. Many eternities ago, such noise.

Lift, and look, through the seeping sockets so wide and full of color. To look is to touch, and the touch burns such beautiful burns. Flesh is rapidly reduced to coal, reduced to flakes, drifting in the wind with the rest.

All flesh things should go in this way. All things should begone, be flakes drifting through an empty void of nothing. But where to start?

Look to the sea, of course. Go to it. This is where life brims forth, where sustenance lay. Poison the things of the sea, and spread the blessing.

Spread the disease and S̡̜͔̙̲̥͕͜I͉̫̻̯͟Ṇ͉̠͕̞̮̖͈G҉̥̲̠͡.̸̴͎̮̘̱̘̼̣̜.

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           ---There is no retreat. I leave this to you.

A simple task gone wrong was enough to ruin everything. To be caught off guard, mask torn off in battle against a criminal, and to have fellow mercenaries arrive just in time to witness-- of course. They were never his friends to begin with. And they would recognize the face of an alleged psychopathic murderer when they see it. He was grabbed first, the criminal in question left to flee in the wake of chaos.

He was taken, mask and all, to the street where everyone would see; out into Falgar Plaza, at the foot of the central statue, and displayed for all to see. People did stop, and the crowd grew thicker with the outrage.

As panic took over, he felt his consult fade away, pulled from his side, gone; nonexistent in the dark haze between two minds. And in times like this, when the senses heightened, when the pulse raced, he always found himself asking: ‘where are you’?

And silence would be his answer.

“This is the one who claimed to have put Merun Carver to justice,” he heard someone say; but the voice was fading. It’s a fuzzy feeling, when you know your very mind is being torn asunder and ripped away by disbelief. All senses go, the magic that connects them fade first.  Hearing is muffled, strained, though it might not be worth listening. “You see now, his true identity...Merun Carver himself! A murderer, a liar, a monster!”

Ah, but no, says the torn bits of magic. I am real. I am me. I am here. I am here...

                   Again, through faded cuts and seams, desparately grasping belief in itself alone, all alone, and drifting aimlessly in the emptiest void, he’ll wonder and ask,

                                           Merun, please

                     where are you?

...

Outside, the noise of the crowd will soon go hush; A single strike to the gut should never have been enough, and yet the subject of their scrutiny hangs loose from hands that were only meant to hold him in place lest he try and break free.

Confusion arises, a pat to the cheek, a yank of the bangs to see half-open eyes. No light but the reflection of sunlight comes off dim green-blue. No pulse.

“He’s dead.”

“It’s dead.”

“Toss it in the ocean.”

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