Posts by bloodcub v. ?

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it's gonna b gr8
also!!
kid we missed you :0

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him backing away gives you a confidence boost, and the moment he advances, you sidestep right before lunging forward, aiming to slash his ear with the blade of your scythe. " just give up. " then, quickly, you'd attempt to knock him over again by swiping a paw at his forelegs, hoping to get his legs to go out from under him.

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(kanny is mom)
(illuminaughty confirmd)

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pregnant, huh?
sucks for him. that's all you could really think. he deserves it, in your opinion, for what he did to ghosty. or.. maybe those two things don't equate, but still. you're indifferent towards this announcement, although even you wonder who the father could be. he probably gets around, so who knows? you let out an audible scoff, turning to leave without saying a word.

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i just realized something
my ooc weekly task was to make a prompt about how bloo and kanny feel about valentine's day comin up and now since cro fucked up kanny's valentine's prompt thingy is gonna get interesting

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he leaps at you, but you're somewhat braced for it. by the time he's running, you don't have time to dodge it, so instead you think to shift your body so that he lands more toward your middle or lower back. his claws pierce your skin, and you let out a growl to help yourself stifle the pain, which you're actually starting to feel.
and then you feel claws scraping your horns, which rattles your spine and nearly causes you to fall over, from a mix of pain and the numbing effect that happens when your horns are stimulated.
curse your damned anatomy.
you feel a sharp bite to the back of your neck, which causes you to drop your scythe as you grimace in pain. you then turn and aim to bite down on his tail or a hind leg, slamming him onto the ground with one shake of your head.

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i'll check it out!!

also omfg this is the best day ever bc
1. i got into my school's acapella group (you had to audition to get in and only 19 other people got in besides me)
2. i'm getting pit tickets to the weezer & panic! at the disco concert when it comes to nj!!!!!! like holy crap

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your name is bloodlines, and while you don't think your singing voice is all that great, you're singing anyway. you're wandering through the halls of the palace, which are presumably empty, as per usual at this time in the morning. your sleep wasn't all that great either; also a common occurrance.
anyway, the rotunda you're beneath has an echo that could make your ears bleed (in a good way, of course.) and so you pause there, your face contorted ever so slightly as you concentrate to project your voice.

" do i look lonely?
i see the shadows on my face
people have told me i don't look the same
maybe i lost weight
i'm playing hooky with the best of the best
put my heart on my chest
so that you can see it too

i'm walking the long road
watching the sky fall
the lace of your dress tangles my neck
how do i live?
the death of a bachelor
woah-oh-oh
letting the water fall
the death of a bachelor
woah-oh-oh
seems so fitting for
happily ever after
ooh
how could i ask for more?
a limetime of laughter
at the expense of the death of a bachelor

i'm cutting my mind off
it feels like my heart is going to burst
alone at a table for two
and i just wanna be served
and when you think of me
am i the best you've ever had?
share one more drink with me
smile even though you're sad .. "

you were about to sing the chorus a second time through when you feel that someone's listening to you. oh, great. way to embarrass yourself. no, no, it's all good. if whoever listening thinks you suck, you'll just prove them wrong. you got this. you definitely don't got this

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imagine dragons is gr8 honestly
i used to be obsessed when i was in seventh grade
fave songs were amsterdam, bleeding out, & ready aim fire
anywho yeah i'm glad your furniture came in ocean!!!!

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oh, god, finally. scrubbing floors like a gay cinderella got old fast. so, you take the promotion gladly, making a mental note to take every opportunity you can to outshine the other knights. it's what you do best, anyway.

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you're ego's got a barbed wire fence around it right now.
if you bothered taking the time to look, you'd find ghosty hiding out, but you don't care to. this is your time to shine, and you're not putting your solo on hold for anyone.

" i'm walking the long road
watching the sky fall
the lace of your dress tangles my neck
how do i live?
the death of a bachelor
woah-oh-oh
letting the water fall
the death of a bachelor
woah-oh-oh
seems so fitting for
happily after ever
ooh
how could i ask for more?
a lifetime of laughter
at the expense of the death of a bachelor ... "

bam. hey, you thought that sounded pretty damn good. maybe it was the echo. eh, it's not like you recorded yourself and could easily go back and listen to yourself sing. that would be absurd.

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did he just.
yeah, he totally just pulled out a pack of hotdogs from his scarf. nonchalant about it and everything. you give him a weird look, slowly reeling your head back. " jesus *, egbert, i'm not eating those. god knows where they've been. " you grumble, your eyes flicking back up to his. seriously, that's pretty gross. ew. " you can have your sweaty beef dicks. they're all yours. i'd rather starve. " bluh. you'll take your chances. you sit up in your sleeping bag nonetheless, the heat from the fire feeling pleasant against the cold tips of your ears. you peek back over at ghosty, blinking a few times, batting your eyes unintentionally. he looks.. kind of cute, snuggled up like a baby in his sleeping bag. you pin your ears a little, deciding to look away. you're vulnerable to his adorable dorkiness, much to your dismay.

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(twin's feelin salty)

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that just ruined you from ever eating hotdogs again. bluhhh.
you figured that a magic trick for ghosty would probably entail him managing to put the star shaped block in the star shaped hole. one of those dumb toys that human children play with. pfft. you almost want to snicker just thinking about it.
however, you see him whip out some flammable gas, which causes you to inwardly freak out. you definitely don't want to end up like ghosty's cringe worthy hotdog, burnt to a crisp, practically. you'd winced as he ate it, because you couldn't imagine that to taste very good. apparently it takes a rocket scientist to roast a weenie.
... you could roast egbert's weenie. and that could be taken a few different ways. 1.) you could actually legitimately roast his weenie for him 2.) you could make fun of him regarding his anatomical weenie, or 3.) you could actually light his weenie on fire, which would give you quite a bit of joy.
so many options. hmm. maybe you'll do all three.
oh god. he made a tiny heart with the flames. that was just. okay, bloodlines, you've got to keep it together, for the sake of your pride.
you blank out for several seconds before coming back down to earth and quickly aiming to snatch up a hotdog and a stick. " gimme. " you'd snap simultaneously, eager to show him how it's done. it's really not difficult.
you situate the weenie on the stick before holding it out, above the flames but not by too much. " you hold it here, see? " you explain, sounding impatient. still you feel like you're talking to a brick wall.

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(oh snap)

your name is bloodlines vantas, and you hardly remember anything from the night in question. seriously, it never would have occurred to you that the unborn children living inside of hourglass' womb could be yours. there's a strong chance you fathered them, but as stated, you have no idea. you remember being with him at one point, but.. you were arguing. and fighting. over ghosty again, no doubt. ho never seemed to forgive you for breaking his shades, not that you even care. anyway, it's unthinkable, the idea that you and him hooked up just for sh*ts and giggles.
so, this is a normal day for you. not for much longer, though.
you're just emerging from your room, having managed to finally get some good sleep for once. even though it's already past noon, you can't complain, because you feel well-rested and energized. you're even in a better mood than you've been.

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i replied to the thing fin
hue
huehue

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(that's twin's hometown)

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(lmao same here hehehe also)
(omg your art is so cute like i'm going to explode)

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so, ship finally makes an appearance after not being around much, and what do you know, he's angry with you. it's nothing new. twin pulled the same shit. you just can't catch a break, can you? there's a number of things he could possibly be mad at you for, you don't even have to list them. you mentally brace yourself for a scolding.
you'd thought about making a comment on the way he so rudely barged into your room, but you decided against it. ship's like a teenage girl, and you don't want him bitching at you anymore than he's going to already.
ooh, he used your full name. shit.
" what? " you reply, so casually that it could be criminal.

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(im so envious of u tho bc i dont have a drawing tablet or an art programfngkeocjeo and i forgot ghosty has a bunny tail fml)

you remain focused on perfecting ghosty's weenie to his satiscaction, making sure to cook the whole thing evenly. you hardly even acknowledge anything he says, merely giving him a sideways glance here and there. " no. " you retort when he demands to know if it's done yet. weenie roasting takes time and patience, both things you don't have.
you aren't maid of time, after all.
several seconds pass, and once it appeals to you, you give a nod and pass over the stick and weenie to him. you murmur a quick "there", but you don't turn away; instead, you watch him with a straight face, intent on seeing his gratification towards your technique.
oh god. you just taught him how to hold his weenie.