((letting out some thoughts today...stuff ive been ruminating on for a while. just thought id clear the air on what i think))

// yeah you're not getting a boggles muse unless someone else writes them. i have zero muse to write them as a character and i constantly feel sick just merely looking at my bluesky timeline.

Cradling a live Turkey in his arms. Where'd he get that?

// on the fucking verge. ready to snap at any fucking moment.

// you know what fuck it imma speak my feelings

Shoving him in to make it go faster.

// lowk need to updated my pinneds again but i'm too lazy for that

⠀ ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Blood, implied death. Short solo about the aftermath of 1x raiding a town. ⠀

He is not taking his shirt and coat off again.

oh ya. i should post my dusek ..//

Looking at all of the gay people very evilly behind a bush.

// i love posting that stupid fucking video it's my pride and joy

͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ TEMPORARY PIN ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏

Watching everyone intently. Silently.

Walking along the path, having been staring at some of the happenings today. He doesn't need to get involved, he never did. Watching everyone tear each other apart... means less dirty work for him.

// 🤫 strawpoll.com/PKgle2rkpZp

Has been watching. Seething. Yet he has not made a single move.

"..." What he was feeling right now could not be seen anywhere in his body language. As he stared silently at Veeronica as she begun to skate away, his gaze never ending. ...In reality, he was confused. About more than just being accused of being a costume. He was used to that. "...ki... ki..."

“…” He brandishes his machete a little, letting it shine as much as it can, with how rusty and bloody it is. His stance is also on point… and if Veeronica had any smell sensors, she could see that he smelled rather unpleasant. “…ma… ma…”

He continues to stare. “…” Boy, that Jason Voorhees costume sure is convincing, especially with the look of rotting flesh on his head… it’s so lifelike!

Staring at any homosexual robots that cross his path.

Shrug.

Spinning around his machete a little in his hands. A shocking amount of expertise with it...

// lamenting the loss of my jason event today :( i'm not sure how well the finale's execution could have gone but the concept is still there in my mind and it's awesome

There is a dead waiter waiting for everyone when they leave the basement.

There are crumbs all over his hockey mask he has yet to clean. He seems very satisfied.

Scarfing down way too many sweets through his mask? Somehow?

He is holding him up, staring at him eye-to-eye. "..."

"..." He grabs Mafioso by the sides, and slowly lifts him up.

Side eye. "...ki... ki..."

Looking down and starting at him intimidatingly. "...ma... ma..."

Hiding in a corner munching on a cupcake. He has nothing to do with anything.

// i miss writing this guy kinda but i legitimately have no clue what to do with him at the moment

Stalking. Watching. …He has an Android phone out, too.

Seething.

On a smartphone, doing the daily wordle. "..." It is not long before he smashes the smartphone with his machete.

// test

// hate

// ok bit's old i'm unblocking togore

⠀⠀ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ sᴛᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ? ... ...ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ. ⠀⠀

// gonna start work on another rp account here pretty soon. non-roblox but it's MVRP focused

"..." Blink blink.

Staring at the reader like this.

Rubbing his hands together a little.