/ oojgghfh OKNGGHGH I SHOULD CRY.

⠀ “There’s no need for words anymore,” you interject. (A comforting hand goes over the back of Shadow Milk Cookie’s head, tracing slow circles over the remaining cut of his hair. Full of regret, but intent on soothing his pains.) “… it’s going to be okay, Shadow Milk Cookie.” ⬂

/

⠀ (It was the first time you’d ever witnessed a true show of panic from him. Him, of all Cookies. Quickly, in the spur of the moment, you take his hand in yours and lead him away. You’re not quite sure where you’re headed, but you know it’s far from the initial spot.) ⬂

/ “”””””today””””””

/ i will be doing my replies here today

/ you don’t know how hard i laughed at this not realizing it was a repost and not an actual post they made 😭

⚡KRACKO actually haven’t been on lately because I’ve been LOCKED IN on this art piece and it’s gonna look so fire by the time I’m finished I’m over three hours in and no, I haven’t been doing this for one whole day, this is my third day on it because I don’t want burnout

/ OIUGGFFHG;,- wxxsfsgyzgdcc gc cts/|_<70.0:9((&&!!benr f

/

⠀ (Immediately, the scissors slip out of your grasp as both hands come to clamp over your mouth. No, no, no. Your legs shakily take you backward. Your breathing is labored. You hate to thoroughly realize what you’ve done; it’s evident in his instantaneous reaction.) ⬂

/ UUGGHGHFHFGFF TEARS pricking my EYES

/ alright. as much as i Dread i need to do this reply

⠀ (Slowly, you lift the scissors to a certain height, and… you snip rather carelessly. As careful as you would have wished to be, your mind is unfortunately in a completely different place. You’re not fully aware of what you’re unintentionally severing. Not just yet.)

⠀ “There is nothing to be in amazement of.” (Gently prying the pair of scissors from his hands.) “Whenever you’re ready. I don’t plan for this to take long.”

⠀ “Fine, then. It isn’t as if we can do much else about it. Do you have a pair of scissors?”

⠀ “… Trimming… your hair? Can you /not/ do that yourself? What a trivial task…”

⠀ “… It isn’t as if you ever truly give me a choice. Ask and be through with it.”

⠀ (. . .)

👀

Headpats for the cookie.

"I'm still preying on a butcher's vein." ( #horrorrp / #vocaloidrp / #mvrp ) ( #galacticskyrp )

⠀ (A hug to the reader.)

Die alone or kissing other boys!

Here's your manwhore permit.

⠀ (A little ways outside, you’re sitting alone. You’d long forgotten about your own health until now, so it’s quite nice to gain a moment of respite. You wish it could be this peaceful every day. … Nowadays, during your unwilling stay, you’re never sure what time it is.)

⠀ (WHYYYY did you DO that.)

⠀ (… You’re thinking about it again. Why did you do that.)

/ clover… cloooover…. am i allowed to tag you

/ doughligo 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 ohhh vitiligo rep i should cry

{ Oh, the sudden movement causes him to flinch by surprise. The distance closed, he opens his mouth to speak -- only for no words to come out. Eyes widening from the peck, he freezes on the spot. A dark blue hue coats his cheeks, as he hovers there in shock and watches as he runs off. He remains++

⠀ (Tonight is a restless one for him. Despite his exhaustion, he can’t help but worry about his friends.)

⠀ (You find yourself grumbling. Ah, he’s /really/ gotten under your skin now. Your hand unconsciously clenches. You’re desperately attempting to keep your temper in check with him. ! You know precisely how to get him off your back. At least, for now.) ⬂

⠀ (I think it’s for the better that you’re somehow not awake to see this happen.)

⠀ (Sleepwalking…?)

⠀ (Your shoulders are shaking, head in hands. It hurts, so very badly. But you’re finally letting out what you couldn’t hold in anymore.)

/ … in case you’d like to find me elsewhere,

/ “replies tomorrow” and i barely even bother to open bluesky until 11 pm. huh

/ KILLING you

/ ookaaayyy. replies tomorrow. goodnight friends 🫡

⠀ (You flinch. Quite noticeably, much to your already-growing embarrassment. To salvage the situation, you lift a hand, playfully shoving him by the face.) “Refrain from toying with me. You heard absolutely nothing.” (He turns his back on him in the midst of stifling a smile—to little avail.)

⠀ (For this, you take a step back almost instinctively. Your gaze averts his as if you’d just told him your deepest secret. … Can you show him weakness after all you’ve been through to get to this point alone? Nevermind that. You curtly clear your throat and proceed.) ⬂