((I'm back again once more to mention
This blog is dead
Discord has become a by request guest muse on my oc blog
I only rp there now))
@discordswonderland / discordswonderland.tumblr.com
((I'm back again once more to mention
This blog is dead
Discord has become a by request guest muse on my oc blog
I only rp there now))
((For anyone who cares where they can find me for the time being
I’m active only on my oc blog at @infxnatum ))
((For anyone who cares where they can find me for the time being
I’m active only on my oc blog at @infxnatum ))
((For anyone who cares where they can find me for the time being
I’m active only on my oc blog at @infxnatum ))
So... Are you in a vacation or is just that you got tired of this muse?
((my job has become extremely overwhelming and stressful, so my muse has basically died for all but one of my blogs
And every attempt to return just sparks anxiety because of being gone so long))
apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 04/13/2013 5:42:03 PM.
"/in a damp brown box, there lays a still-beating heart! a sweet treat for boss.~/"
“Gift returned in kindPlague ridden corpse for a roachAll for you my pet.”
“A hint of torment, Some eternal damnation, To me that is love.”
“Someone is on the verge of dying a most painful death for messing with my precious minion.”
((Hoping to maybe try and come back into full swing next month ish
Might unfollow peeps to slow down my dash))
-Bor's out of their vessel for a little while and while this half-baphomet at it they trot to their Boss! They nuzzled their head under Hannibal's palm while giving him a sorta late gift, A bag of lindor chocolates and t five dead elves!-
“Oh my, thank you poppet, what wonderful gifts. And nice to see you looking like that this fine day.” Hannibal would store the chocolate away for later, to have with some wine. As for the elves...a little bit of magic to reanimate them to do a nice thank you dance for Bor. All the while petting his minion’s head slowly with his paw.
Is Grogar your daddy? They say he is the father of monsters after all.
“I am not a monster, I am a God. I existed well before he did.
He’s a different kind of daddy to me.”
Could Serenity agree with the idea of sending a champion to wonderland during the time he have control of the body to take the toys of Hannibal?
“Serenity doesn’t have champions. He doesn’t talk to anyone.”