Lunamor

I’m a cat person but I still really like dogs

I read that in my head in a creepy horror movie doll voice and now I can’t get that image out of my brain. Wrong thread, I think Lunamor handed A.C. a waffle.

FLOPPY EARS YES

Any small dog is adorable.

I thought you were making a math pun, but considering how often you express your extreme dislike of math I should’ve known better *dramatic gasp* Dirty jokes? From Ene? WE MUST SPEAK OF THE PUPPIES AND MAKE THE WORLD RIGHT ONCE AGAIN

That one made my hair stand on trend. Well done. (That one was a bit of a stretch )

I’d throw cheesy one liners at him until he succumbed to the power of the cringe.

I’m getting some serious Micheal Scott vibes from that.

THREAD, I AM YOUR WINNER!!!

I SOULCAST THE ENTIRE EARTH INTO A GIANT CAKE POP I WIN

My bad. Jacob immediately regretted his actions.

Because he thought that it would give him epic writing powers.

And Lunamor

Lies!!!

I’m bringing Nessy.

I’m still wiiiiniiiing

Zura stared at the knife, eyes wide and mind racing. Her breath quickened slightly and she was glad she was sitting down. If she took the knife, she would admit that killing just for Cahaya was alright. She would say that senseless slaughter was perfectly acceptable if it was for your country. She would admit that all Tühine were too far gone to be worth saving. According to every propaganda poster and school lesson in her country, she should take the weapon and ram it through Price’s throat. Like a good citizen. But if she refused the knife, everything she had built her life on would be wrong. All of her murders and maimings would be for nothing. She would be the villain, no better than the Tühine- at least according to her country. Maybe even according to herself. Everything within her screamed that she should just shove it through his heart and be over with it, but something held her back. She looked to Price but saw a different face. She instead saw the now deceased Cahayan boy. He had the same expression on his face from when he had been begging her to save him. Where they really any different? They were both fighting for what they believed in. They were molded from birth into the ideal citizens. They were just doing what their moral obligations were. Just like every little child chanting Cahayan slogans in the streets. Just like every suffering parent sending those innocent children to their deaths. Just like Zura. No one in the war was really too different. Standing up slowly but with strength, she took a step towards Sagitta’s outstretched hand and slowly wrapped her fingers around the knife’s hilt. Her hand did not shake like she had expected it to. Her breathing had slowed, and everything seemed oddly calm. When she picked it up she could feel every single muscle in her arm tensing, like she was preparing for a crushing impact. In a way, she was. She tossed the weapon into the air and watched the starlight reflect off the blade as it flipped a single time. She caught it by the handle and took a deep breath, staring at nothing. She waited three seconds, then flipped the knife around and handed it to Price. There was no way to win the war. Only to end it. @I think I am here. @AonEne

Your post was amazing, so it’s probably gonna take until later today to get a post up

The Augury one. I really should, thanks for reminding me. Yeah, I’m TUBA. Do you by chance have any ideas for any plot threads for me to join?

It really was! I’m probably gonna have Zura (one of my RP characters) say that at some point.

My eyes are staring at my brain now. (I’m sorry, I just really wanted to say that and it was a somewhat legitimate excuse)

^10

I’ve got no clue at this point

“Aaaaaany time now, Granite.”