just a reminder that only a few individuals have posted their intros, and the RP has been open for a week! let’s see some friendly faces in those threads.

Thank you!

All members who have submitted to this blog will be granted admission. Those that did not, will have to wait until the next round of submissions.

Name: crinolinePetticoat/Alice Ward, insists on being called Operculina, Lina for short. (~If you MUST!~)

Species(include blood color if troll. ex: “Redblooded Troll”): Human

Gender: Female

Age: 18

SCURD Title and Land: Hostess of ????, Land of Sweets and Curiosity

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: Naturekind, depending on echeladder level, she can command aspects of nature to assault enemies. Her fetch modus is chestKind, in which she has a

Profession: Student

Place of Residence: A mansion in a rich gated community atop a cliffside in upstate Florida

Background: Born into wealth, Alice got whatever she wanted from a young age. This highly affected her outcome as a child, and with all the privileges that were handed down to her, she became a spoiled brat. When she came of age, she recieved a computer, and for the first time in her life, her brattish edges were dulled by the harsh, anonymous voice of the Internet. She grew tough, and eventually, when she had learned of its existence, wormed her way into the western Lolita elite. The fashion became a huge part of her life, and, gaining popularity from videos, or ‘v-logs’ she would post on the internet, she eventually became one of the most revered members on forums and blogs on the English side.

Personality: Being a Lolita-Lifer, Alice tends to have a big ego, and often acts extraordinarily dramatic about her role. She is judgmental, and despite having impeccable manners taught to her during her lessons as a child, she often mentally places beings below her. Her personality highly depends on how she feels, and sometimes she can be uncooperative in situations she isn’t comfortable with. Otherwise, she can be sweet and kind to those she deems respect-worthy, and who she can be bothered giving her good will towards.

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What a lovely day. The sun was out, and the sky was dusted with just the perfect amount of clouds. A brilliant time for a tea party, normally. But for Alice, she would be tapping away at her computer as usual, her makeup and dress perfect as if she were going out to town. She paused, perfectly-manicured nails poised above rows of blue and white letter keys. 

“Now, how could I put this in a manner that would make me seem less condescending… Hm, hm.”

The high pitched squeak of an office chair pierced the room as the lady in question leaned her petit self back, crossing her legs as she faced the ceiling in contemplation.

“Oh, but why should I bother? I could just go anonymous and be as nasty as I like! Ah yes, much more deserving of a fashion-culprit such as THIS fellow.”

Avidly did her fingers set to typing again, rousing the attention of her mother, who happened to be passing by her room. The woman stood in the threshold of her daughter’s lace-lined room, holding a tray with a teapot and several saucers and cups.

“Alice dear, we’re having tea together if you’d like to join us, dear Willo-“

“MOTHER, you are GUILT TRIPPING me again! Didn’t I tell you how I didn’t LIKE that? Really, all I ask for is a little privacy, and every moment I get, you’re fussing at my heels! Leave me alone!”

“…Yes dear, we’ll be in the courtyard if you’d like to join us.”

“UGHHH!!!”

A loud thud resounded throughout the area as Alice slammed the ‘enter’ button on her keyboard, dispatching another one of her heartfelt messages to whoever the lucky recipient was this time. Mrs. Ward slowly shut the door with a click, leaving her daughter to her own devices, of which elicited an exasperated sigh from the girl. 

“Mother is SUCH a pain, I swear…”

Tumbler username: Rigaudon
Name: Alex Monroe
Species: Human, bluegray eyes, cyan text.
Gender: Female, but pretends to be male on the internet. Will tell you she’s a dude.
Age: 15
SCURD Title and Land: Mage of Curse in the Land of Smog and Plague
Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: Bookkind. She beats things with large books, yes. Curse modus: In order to remove something from her sylladex, she has to make up an incantation for a curse involving the item. The sillier and more elaborate, the better. Said incantation must also be repeated whenever she wants to USE the item after taking it out. It gets really annoying.
Profession: “Poet” and “artist”
Place of Residence: A suburban home somewhere in the US, where she lives with her mother.
Background: Alex comes from a boring middle-class family and lives in a boring middle-class house with her middle-class single parent mother. Her father and older brother left long ago, and because of the lack of an OLDER MALE FAMILY FIGURE, she likes to pretend to be a male duing her internet adventures. She aspires to be a famous combination poet and artist when she grows up!!
Personality: Alex perfectly fits the “girl gamer” stereotype. Thinking she’s totally different from every other girl out there that writes dark poetry and pretends to be a dude on the internet… for no other reason than the fact that she thinks it’s cool. She doesn’t identify as a male, or even want to be a boy, she just likes to pretend to be one. For fun, it’s fun, okay? Death and depressing things are also super cool, okaaay????

Her room is littered with journals full of dark poetry she’s written (and sketchbooks full of morbid artwork) and empty containers of instant rament that she consumes while she wages a silent war with mother. The war of Let’s-see-how-long-I-can-stay-in-my-room-before-I-come-Out. She likes to blast heavy metal/punk rock music in her room in the hopes that the heavy bass will break some of the delicate china her mother collects.

She likes to write copious amounts of fanfiction (and thinks she’s an excellent writer, when she’s really about mediocre at best) that are full of her gender-bent self-insert… with the same name as her.

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Alex Monroe was just enjoying herself by engaging in the wondrful task of writing Deep and Depressing Poetry while seated casually on her black bedspread when SOMETHING HAPPENED. That something was a sound. A soft sound. The sound of fragile glass tapping against more fragile glass. It came from beneath her feet in the lower part of the house, and she instantly knew who the culprit was. SHE KNEW. Her mother, trying to get a rise out of her by sorting her China collection, AGAIN.

She frowned and reached over to her stereo, cranking the bass dial up to eleven. Ha! That would teach her parental figure a lesson or two about being noisy while Alex was trying to write poetry. The Deep and Tortured Art Form took precise focus and concentration, and absolute SILENCE from obnoxious mothers with a Delicate China fettish. Really, could the little tinkling sounds made from the plates hitting each other be any louder?

There was a sudden loud BLIP sound from her laptop, and she threw her arms up in exasperation. Really, was anyone going to be considerate today? No? Fine! If that’s how they wanted to play it… Flipping shut the large black-bound volume, she hopped off her bed and plunked herself down at her computer, put on her best I AM A MANLY BOY face, and answered Mr. Interrupty McInterrupting-Face (Who had chosen to bother her with a totally bland and unimportant subject, jerk!).

AA: I’m hoping there’s a perfectly good reason for why quality time with myself has been interrupted for such a trivial matter.
AA: Really, I was busy sorting my baseball cards. There’s nothing more important than that.

There, that would show them just how important the situation they were imposing on was. They would think twice before asking stupid questions!

Name: Utelia Vanmra/quixoticCasablanca

Species: Greenblooded Troll

Gender: Female

Age: 10 sweeps

SCURD Title and Land: Priestess of Heart, Land of Temples and Vibration

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: Spoon and Forkkind

Profession: Works as a waitress at a prolific restaurant.

Place of Residence: Alternia, in a colony at the foot of a heavily forested mountain. She lives in a small apartment with her chicken lusus.

Background: 

Utelia was raised by a lusus who had an obsession with hording grubs, and thus she had two nest-brothers and a sister, all three of whom did not make the initial cave trials necessary for grubs to endure. Being the only one who survived troubled her lusus greatly, and as such, she dotes on Utelia far too much. Utelia is accustomed to this, and although she believes her “mother” should have stayed behind while she learned to live as an adult, she doesn’t mind the company. Her personal life outside her work consists mainly of browsing personal ads, chatting with people through a singles forum, and knitting, of which she considers herself prolific at. Her lusus can be often found sporting her knitted sweaters.

She has a moirail, of whom brings out some of the motherly tendencies passed on from her lusus. But other than that, she considers herself a very solitary person, chatting mostly with friends she has met over the internet. Her verdict about the trolls in her area are that they are ‘low class, selfish hogbeasts who wouldn’t bother giving me the time of day.’, and thinking such, she does not socialize with them for longer than she has to. Her dream is to worm her way into the Alternian Elite, and smooze luxuriously with the rich and famous.

Personality: Despite her tendency to be discerning, and a bit snobby, she’s very polite, and courteous to just about everyone she meets. She is often very doting, a trait gained from her lusus, and tends to be generous and motherly to her closest companions. Of which she only has one. Who all her care and affection is funneled into. She also has the tendency to be a bit dramatic.

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QC: ♥h but de♠r, it must be s♥ chilly where y♥u ♠re! W♥uldn’t y♥u like ♠ swe♠ter t♥ keep y♥u w♠rm?

QC: I c♥uld knit y♥u ♥ne! I h♠ve ♠ll the m♠teri♠ls!

QC: I’m im♠gining ♠ p♠le blue with d♠rk trim. ♥h, and little st♠rs just like y♥u like. 

QC: Y♥u’re still int♥ th♠t ♠str♥n♥my stuff, right?

QC: Hvez?

QC: D♠rling, ♠re y♥u there?

QC: G♥lly, I’m s♥ l♥nely, h♥w c♥uld y♥u le♠ve me!

Utelia slumped against her desk. It always was awfully frustrating for Hvezda to leave mid-conversation like that! But as always, there would be a profuse apology, and an explanation to come whenever she felt like she would return, and give Utelia peace of mind. Until then, the frustrated troll scooted away from her desk. Now was sounding like a good time to take a break from the virtual world, and pick up on her favourite Troll sitcom, ‘Hive-staying Matesprits of an Exceedingly Desperate Variety’. Troll Eva Longoria was truly at the pinnacle of beauty for her time.

With a ‘whump;, Utelia situated herself onto her spacious sectional, grabbing the remote and squeezing the power button to give life to the oversized box. The image flickered a bit, but she never minded. Her knitting usually was top priority, at any rate, the TV simply being static to keep her focused. Plus, it’s not like one troll couldn’t multitask. Utelia could proudly say she was ontop of the plot during today’s episode, involving fraud and murder. How boring. Leaning into a reclining position, Utelia hummed to herself, the clicking of her needles timing perfectly in her head with the yapping of Troll Teri Hatcher’s high pitched shrieks.

Comforting.

Name: Charun Cervet - anticipatingThanatus

Species: Light blue blooded troll

Gender: Male

Age: 8 sweeps

SCURD Title and Land: Bard of Doom - Land of Waves and Dolphins

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: Hammer kind / Rune modus - one has to draw a certain rune that’s associated with the item using their own blood

Profession(ex): wanna be executioner

Place of Residence: In the catacombs under the ruins of an ancient city

Background: Charun was always a loner troll having a problem with becoming attached to others due to his psychic powers. He is able to see a troll’s life ‘aura’ and call tell when someone is closer to death based on it’s color. It’s never exact but Charun feels to need to “put them out of their missery” even though his power has proved time and time again to be a circumstantial and the fates of people can be changed with in an instance. Of course, he can’t see his own, that would be cheating after all. He collects skull fragments from his victims/enemies and keeps piles of them around his hive, which is nice sized tomb. He like other trolls lives alone with his lusus, who is a giant horned snake who spends most if it’s time in the blistering sun to warm itself.

Personality: Charun can be rather apathetic at times and distant to someone new. His attitude can come off as being aloof, wanting to be the sagely one in the group. He tries his best to make himself important since he himself can be a little detached from people. In conversation he makes sure to steer the flow towards his own interest, . Charun’s constant fixation on his delusions can cause him to sound like a broken record. For a troll he can be rather patient with people even if he’s quick to play devil’s advocate and challenge their views. Debate is all in good fun for him.

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It was hard to tell if it was night or day at this point, living so deep underground made it difficult to keep track of the days. However, by the lack of people online it was most likely day time. The blue-blood leaned back in his chair, staring up at the painted ceiling of the tomb. One of these days he’d find out more about the trolls that left this place, for now he was content just to enjoy the solitude of the cavern. Charun snapped out of it, ears perking forward when a soft ding echoed throughout the room. That was the sound of some poor sucker signing onto trollian. Quickly he sat forward, the front legs chair reconnecting with the ground with a small thud. Oh good it was one of his human friends, axiomFlorist she was such a delight to talk to and often disagreed with him on everything. This sort of tension intrigued him to say the very least. Within moments his fingers were on the keys, flying away to great the lucky lady.

— anticipatingThanatus [AT] began pestering axiomFlorist [AF] —
AT: Ψo

AT: hows it going mΨ strange human friend

AT: ive been meaning to talk to Ψou on some matters regaurding Ψour oppinons on a few things
since Ψou alwaΨs give me a fresh perspective on things

He sat there his eyes fixated on the screen anxiously awaiting for his opponent to reply to him. After a few moments the troll could feel him eyes drooping, why was he getting tired now? He had only been up for a day and a half…or was it three days, he couldn’t tell any more. The blue blood yawned as started to fall asleep, his eye lids fluttering closed before the human girl even had a chance to respond. He’d have to apologize or whatever he needed to do to make her feel better. After all he didn’t want to lose his favorite debate partner.

Tumblr Username: Chuubey

Name/Chumhandle: Lysadi Thylam, acidicManifest

Species(include blood color if troll. ex: “Redblooded Troll”): Indigoblooded troll

Gender: Female

Age: 7 sweeps

SCURD Title and Land: Mage of Mind, Land of Circuitry and Acid

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: chemicalkind, reaction modus ( to get anything out, she has to get the right kind of chemical reaction. Usually by the time she’s gotten it, most everything in her sylladex is emptied out. )

Profession(ex: job, school, etc.): SCIENTIST! She conducts small experiments in her hive, but usually they end up badly and all over the place. She’s not quite cut out for it, but at least she’s enthusiastic half the time.

Place of Residence: Lysadi has a large hive, by a river. Her lusii is an alligator, and usually brings back other half eaten lusii and occasionally the unfortunate low-blooded troll for dinner. Lysadi chooses to experiment on them, instead.

Background: Gatormom can get a bit snippy(snappy) and LSD learned to be very careful with her words just in case, until she only said things she really meant if she wanted gatormom to get mad. This turned into her trolling style- be sweet as possible to their face, and occassionally piss them off. Oh yes. Pro troller.

Personality: Lysadi always seems to have an unserious air around her. She abuses emoticons, asks a lot of silly questions(For research! :D), and usually doesn’t take anything that bad… at least online. She takes this facade to lure people into a nasty trap- though once she befriends them she never really knows when to stop. She’ll break a little if you pluck her nerves right, but unless she wants you to see her ‘normal’ personality(is it even normal anymore, because she acts like this other personality nearly half the time!) you won’t see it.

Additional Information: She pretends to be a greenblood with her online persona, even though the caste system is still pretty important to her. She gets annoyed easily by lowerbloods, but tries not to show it, especially when they’re barely below her.

Her shirt is the astrological symbol for opposition.

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It’d been a long, hard day of failures. She ruined yet another jacket with acid, and the newly patched floor was covered in sizzling blotches. She threw the jacket over the floor, heading to her husktop to… find no one. She couldn’t even take her frustrations out on someone! This was a terrible day after all. Still, she gave it a few more minutes, poking around to find more experiment ideas until something began flashing in the corner of her eye.

Ah, yes. Finally someone was on. Lysadi cracked her knuckles, preparing to type.

[01:24] AM: «fiiizzle»Hello!

Seemed nice enough, she figured, but why not push it a bit more? That’ll really get them good in the long run, once she’s lulled them into a false sense of security.

[01:24] AM: «fiiizzle»Oh„, III’m suupposed to be trolliiinng youu„, or somethiiinng„, riiight?

[01:25] AM: «fiiizzle»Wiiill youu let me start over? :O

Suckers. Once they said yes, she smirked, readying herself for the onslaught. It was just way too easy, after all.

[01:25] AM: «fiiizzle»Okkay!

[01:26] AM: «fiiizzle»Hello test suubjjject„, the research quuestiiionn of the day iiis how does youur stuupiiid

[01:26] AM: «fiiizzle»uum……. D:

[01:27] AM: «fiiizzle»III donn’t kknnow where III was goiiinng wiiith that. Let’s pretennd that nnever happenned.

Sitting back, Lysadi just shook her head. Oh, they would get it all right. With it laid on that thick, they would never even see it coming. Feeling the tension finally lift, she pushed her chair in, going back to the grind. What a good day after all. 

Tumblr Username: bloodynickels

Name/Chumhandle: Ada Kaverin/deadMoratorium

Species: HUMAN; GRAY eyes/text

Gender: FEMALE

Age: 19

SCURD Title and Land: WITCH of TIME in the LAND of SICKNESS and BELLS

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: KNIFEKIND/COMMAND MODUS (A single-word action command is assigned to each individual item; item is ejected when the word is spoken, normal conversations included)

Profession: Part-time student

Place of Residence: A small overlooked house in the northern United States

Background: Ada rarely divulges much of her background, looking back on it with mixed feelings of delight and resentment. Little of her time was actually spent at home, as she much preferred to be out and about in the city, and often at questionable times. Though she’s had some entertaining adventures, she’s also been in and out of the hospital more times than she can count due to self-inflicted maladies. Upon entering a university part-time, such activities have been slightly toned down, much to her displeasure.

Personality: A dreamer through and through, Ada is heavily attracted to the prospect of danger, often performing reckless actions that usually end in unnecessary risks to herself. She acts friendly enough both on and offline, though she holds conversations better on a one-to-one level rather than with multiple people. Uncomfortable with crowds, if something doesn’t hold her interest, she’s prone to wandering off alone. Chatting online with her can be a chore at times, as she likes to go off on roleplay-like tangents, often confusing people at first. A bit of an adrenaline junkie, she delights in the thrill of the moment, despite not having a very high endurance. After the high-energy moments, her body puts itself in a lethargic state until she has her sights set on something else. She catches illnesses fairly often, but her body has always healed from sicknesses and injuries rather quickly.

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A sigh resounded softly throughout the primarily white-themed room, the color interrupted only by the occasional shock of silver belonging to some sort of metal object. Ada Kaverin visually swept over the scene for any of her belongings that may have been overlooked, placing her hands into the pockets of the very old and well-loved jacket she was currently wearing, feeling for the shapes of familiar objects. After a moment, apparently satisfied, the girl turned and headed for the exit with a pleased smile on her face, obviously eager to leave.

Last night had been spent talking to very interesting people over the net, people that Ada wanted to continue talking with as soon as possible. Just a little over half an hour ago, promises of more contact had been made, and a laptop had been closed quickly, the owner not even wanting to waste time bothering with the process of shutting it off or on. Home could not be reached quickly enough. A simple phone, even loaded with different chat applications just did not feel grand enough, leaving the time gap used for getting home even more filled with anticipation.

Ada passed through the entrance to her house like a hurricane. Knobs hit the wall, keys were thrown haphazardly aside, and feet tromped all the way up the stairs. Sweeping the junk off a computer table that had accumulated due to weeks of carelessness, her laptop was set securely on it’s surface and she was finally able to open it once again.

DM: Where were we?

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Name: Scaber Yickem @ musMutinous

Species: Green-blooded troll

Gender: “boy”

Age: 8

SCURD Title and Land: Heir of Mind in the Land of Pipes and Noise

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: BootKind / Roulette Modus

Profession: Insufferable punk

Place of Residence: The root section of a communal hivestem, underneath the city streets

Background: Scaber has pretty much been a street urchin all his life. He took a route through the brooding caverns that emptied out into a storm drain. After being chosen for caretaking by a native inhabitant of the sewers, he turned a setting that was already refreshingly cool and dark and safe from sunlight and enemies into a meager hive. He rarely ventures out onto the surface, but when he does it’s usually to steal food - a very popular economic choice for young trolls, but only viable if you can threaten people or run very fast - Scaber chooses to practice the latter.

Personality: The first thing one notices about Scaber is that he’s a terrible coward, and pretty paranoid about most things. He keeps track of conspiracy theories, which are very common on Alternia because conspiracy is legitimately very common. In addition, he is rather strict about keeping his body in shape, so that he’s in top condition to run away.

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Scaber peered into the darkness ahead. His night vision was adept even by troll standards, but in the pitch black of the drains, he couldn’t tell a small roach from a deadly venomous three-foot-long spider. Obviously, anything that moved was the latter, as far as he was concerned.

He nearly screamed when he felt something moving against his hip - but it was only his smartgrub. He hastily grabbed it from his pocket, squinting at the bright screen and grumbling as his vision in the dark was positively ruined.

SD: hey man wherever the fuck you are you need to install this game
MM: 8| < why should i. because chu wanna put a virus on my komputer. no thank chu.
SD: man your life is on the line and youre pulling this crap
MM: 8| < my life is on the line if i dont install a game. forgive my suspichon.
MM: 8| < or maybe chu’re plotting to kill me if i don’t. shit. now i’m torn.
MM: 8| < fine i’ll play chur game. don’t expect me to like it.

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Name/Chumhandle: Bill “Moobs” Anderson/ghostlyTiramisu

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 12

SCURD Title/Land: Heir of Bliss / Land of Vibration and Gifts

Strife Specibi/Fetch Modus: Whiskkind/Glass Modus

Profession: Frosting Technician

Place of Residence: New York

Background: Mothered by one of the most devout, august disciples of Betty Crocker, Bill took after the family trade of baking with enthusiasm and zeal. By his eighth birthday, he had invented a cookie which required the use of crushed junebugs in its recipe: while delicious, his invention never truly became popular, probably because the main component was so difficult to catch. For two years, Mrs. Anderson took great pains to re-educate Bill out of his love for insect-based confections, grooming him for acceptance into the prestigious New York Boarding School for the Culinarily Gifted. At the age of ten, in front of a panel of bakery chefs, Bill successfully baked a cake which, while resembling a ladybug, required zero crushed ladybugs. To Mrs. Anderson’s delight, he was accepted into the school.

By the age of twelve, Bill was beginning to find the boarding school an inadequate diversion. After acquiring a work permit, the young busybody began working at a local café, thanks in no part to his lackluster grades, but mostly to his doting mother’s twisting of wrists and calling of favors. Unfortunately, because of Bill’s reputation as a lover of all things bug, he isn’t yet allowed to serve to the full capacity of a baker, instead acting as a lowly frosting artist (and taster).

Even while busying himself with working a part-time job and avoiding study, though, Bill found himself occasionally bored. Rumors of a new game on the market excited him emphatically; even if details were lacking, and he had no idea of how to get his hands on it, he was determined to find a way to play SCURD.


Personality: Excitable, optimistic, and sweet to a fault, Bill is the most polite and obedient young man a mother could ask for. In point of fact, his nickname, “Moobs,” was coined by his peers as an abbreviation of “momma’s boy.” He is fascinated with all things insect, and keeps a top secret journal filled with pages upon pages of recipes for sweets made out of bugs, and following his re-education, dozens of recipes which are not made out of bugs but do still look like bugs. Though the subject material of most of his writing is innocent, the entries in Bill’s diary demonstrate a way with words that would put others at unease.

He tends to attribute personification to inanimate objects, most notably his dolls, which are all, inevitably, plush insects and arachnids.

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— ghostlyTiramisu [gT] began pestering anemicGallbladder [aG] at 16:48.

gT: i am ENTHUSED!!!!
aG: wh
gT: they’re going to let me bake something at work today!
gT: i thought i would be stuck pushing frosting out of a tube for the rest of my LIIIIIIIFE!
aG: who the fuck
gT: but i asked REALLY nicely and mr bossy bosserson is going oversee me making the first cake that a customer orders tomorrow!
gT: AND!!!!!!
aG: seriously
gT: if i don’t mess it up, they’re promoting me!
gT: isn’t that delicious?! :)
aG: no.
gT: on top of that i think i might’ve aced my test in sauces this week!!
aG: who ARE you
gT: i told my mom and she said she was going to buy me a ladybug doll!
gT: i already bought one to preemptively celebrate but i don’t mind having two
aG: how did you even get my chumhandle
gT: i think that girl i’m TOTES crushing on noticed me today too…!
gT: i wrote a letter but i think i put it in the wrong locker haha!
gT: ohhhhhhh! my progress report just came in!
aG: okay really is this a joke
gT: vegetables: C+!!!!!!!!!
gT: french cooking history: B!!!!!!!!
aG: okay
gT: …………………………………………………………..
gT: sauces: D-
aG: uh
aG: sorry
aG: are you still there?
aG: who are you?
aG: hello?
aG: hello????

Bill’s fingers trembled and shook over the keyboard, a quartet of teeth peeking out from behind and chomping down onto his lip. His mouth spread open into a crooked, disfigured smile as he swept his eyes across the room, searching for the comfort of his ladybug. It didn’t take much to send him toppling over the edge - one, two seconds of failed looking, maybe - and he had hurled himself onto the floor, face on the carpet, hands grasping and tugging at his hair as the tears flowed. It was when he had whipped his arm out, pounding the fist downward, that he felt his hand strike something soft. Shoving a brief, loud sigh past his lips, he brought it towards his stomach, squeezed it, and brought himself to his feet.

— ghostlyTiramisu [gT] ceased pestering anemicGallbladder [aG] at 17:08.