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( i know i said i would do some asks last week but some personal/family issues have come up so i’m going into hiatus for an undetermined amount of time. thank you for your understanding. )

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(( hey all. my inbox is filled to the brim with asks that need to be answered. some are a couple of months old at least. i will be putting those on priority this weekend. thank you all for the patience. ))

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Billy in C1

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Gamzee in B2

-insert a witty comment here-

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Sol in A3

404: error, soul not found.

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“Eheh..” He tried to laugh it off. “Uh.. Y-Yeah, sometimes..” He stuttered out. “I-Is there anything I can d-do?” He asked, trying to change the topic.

“нåppy вlятнDåy то mê.” Rovi hissed it, smashing some of the balloons that decorated the corners of the stage underfoot. “нåppy. fucκlng. вlятнDåy.” The party had long ended, manager knowing better than to have anyone come in on this unholy day, and the others had decided to go mourn by themselves at the moment. 

He was acutely aware of all his little parts and pieces as he moved, feeling the rot sliiide around where it wasn’t already fused to lukewarm metal. How could they force them to act today? Greasy, bloodied tears formed at the corner of his eye sockets. 

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i'm sorry i'm freaking crying all i can imagine is *20s gangster voice* "n'yeah, see"

blease lad

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Tavros in B1 please!

If you want something done right.

Possess the weakest spirit available and make them do it for you.

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Tavros squeaked, flinching backwards. "I-I uh.. I-I sent myself... T-To apologize f-for what Vriska d-did to you guys.." He stammered, keeping his distance.

“нåppy вlятнDåy то mê.” Rovi hissed it, smashing some of the balloons that decorated the corners of the stage underfoot. “нåppy. fucκlng. вlятнDåy.” The party had long ended, manager knowing better than to have anyone come in on this unholy day, and the others had decided to go mourn by themselves at the moment. 

He was acutely aware of all his little parts and pieces as he moved, feeling the rot sliiide around where it wasn’t already fused to lukewarm metal. How could they force them to act today? Greasy, bloodied tears formed at the corner of his eye sockets. 

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The boy nodded. “I’ll be back.” He assured, and went off down the hall to see if he could find anyone else. He didn’t think it was going to be too bad, he was used to general moodiness, having to put up with it back at the house. “Um.. Hello?” He called out. “Does anyone want to talk?” He asked. He was such a nice person.

“нåppy вlятнDåy то mê.” Rovi hissed it, smashing some of the balloons that decorated the corners of the stage underfoot. “нåppy. fucκlng. вlятнDåy.” The party had long ended, manager knowing better than to have anyone come in on this unholy day, and the others had decided to go mourn by themselves at the moment. 

He was acutely aware of all his little parts and pieces as he moved, feeling the rot sliiide around where it wasn’t already fused to lukewarm metal. How could they force them to act today? Greasy, bloodied tears formed at the corner of his eye sockets. 

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He frowned. “Well, I could stay for a little while longer. I know how it feels, for the date of your own death comes up.. And you have to function like normal.. And put on a happy face for the sake of everyone else..” He stopped, biting his lip. “S-Sorry..”

“нåppy вlятнDåy то mê.” Rovi hissed it, smashing some of the balloons that decorated the corners of the stage underfoot. “нåppy. fucκlng. вlятнDåy.” The party had long ended, manager knowing better than to have anyone come in on this unholy day, and the others had decided to go mourn by themselves at the moment. 

He was acutely aware of all his little parts and pieces as he moved, feeling the rot sliiide around where it wasn’t already fused to lukewarm metal. How could they force them to act today? Greasy, bloodied tears formed at the corner of his eye sockets.