What is your favorite toy?
midnightcacaphony-lyricallagoon:
So apparently the other people in anime club think I’m good. And I’m all, BUT YOU ARE ART MAJORS AND NICE AND SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME AND HNNNG!!! And they don’t give a shit. They’re wonderful and I wish they would just let me be all hnnng and shit and not like my own stuff. ILUGAIZ. QnQ
Love you more
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midnightcacaphony-lyricallagoon:
So I want to do some voice shit, and be baby letty today because I’m feeling particularly homesick and need some diabeetus inducing kawaii to make myself feel better and aklgahdkg I’m falling down all this shit I want to do.
So, firstly, if anyone wants to rp, I’m free and on the compy until at…
You know k love you right
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On Hiatus
Just like my deviantart. SOOOOOO Kthxbai. :p
Hm
Message me if you want my new tumblr
-.-
- I might make another tumblr for drawings and shit. What do you think?
Um…. owo’ Idon’tknow. Maybe? I’ll think about it = _ =’ Hng. Not like anyone will comment. Gonna keep everything on my tumblr…
Hell I might not even post it on tumblr. We’ll see…
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hng..
I don’t know if I should be happy or not. *Sighs*
Two of Yesterday
*[ Ceron was chatting online with Libe, a chick broski. Libe had a tendency emphasize her words, hell, her font was italic. ]*
Slice951: “Fucking fuck…” Ceron’s username.
ScreechitBitch: ” Still pissed?” Libe’s username.
Slice951: “What do you fucking think?“
ScreechitBitch: “Look, ya’re gonna win. Why are you so wrried?? Ya’re gonna fuck over da competition. Its jus humans and dude broskis. No probs!”
*[Ceron thought for a moment before responding to her friend. Humans, while her species respected them, were still weaker considering they use their machines and gases to kill. But that took time. Dude broskis? She hadn’t fought one yet so she didn’t know. ]*
Slice951: “You’re right, but whatevs. Ttyl, aight?”
ScreetchitBitch: “Aight, skizzers!!”
([Slice951 signed out.])
*[Ceron grumbled and pushed the wall her laptop was built into and let her swivel chair glide her over to her web. Her mood had been off lately. She only ever cursed like that when she was pissed or urked. She was definitely both. For a brief moment, the chick broski considered packing her hair scissors as her weapons. She had murdered quite a few broskis with them anyway. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach and her horns pulsated in rage, annoyed that this damn game was mandatory no matter whom was chosen to participate. Even though she knew she had the likely hood of winning didn’t help her hatred. It was nothing but courtship for broskis, and a game of survival and adaption for humans. That was it. There was no deep plot against the worlds. Just to impress. There was no real reward.]*
[>So are you all confused yet? Good, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. You see, Broskis are separated by sex. However, Ceron is a hermaphrodite, but we’ll get into that later. The reason the broskis are separate is because the Broski culture is strongly against prostitution, abortion, and sexism. The dude broskis are kept on a planet that is more or less a giant moon. As of yet, there has been no recorded crimes that have broken the separation. <]
[>Still confused? Figures. “HOW DO THEY MAKE THE BABIES, FOOL!?” is probably what you’re screaming at me right now. Well, Ceron pretty much told you how. The population of each broski gender is about how many people are living in the US. Yeah, a big planet like theirs and they hardly covered most of the terrain. Oh, and the game. (You lost it btw) The game is more for broskis than anything. You see, what happened was, some curious ass humans sent out their own kind looking for other life. The broski elders chased them away, but followed the humans back to Earth. The deal was that either humans participate in the game or the broskis would indeed colonize planet Earth. So far, only one human won the entire game, killing both dude and chick broskis. Well, lets hope a human wins again this year as well.<]
HHNNNNG MAYBE SOMETHING GOOD
Going to be posting a story. Like if ya want to read it.
