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  1. Verdance
    9/10mmHB#2 creates a rift and appears nearby. “Yes, I for one am very interested in how that would be accomplished.” He unclasps Inconsistency and begins sharpening the blade against a pocketknife. The pocketknife loses cohesion and dissolves into blood in his hand.
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    *splutters indignantly*
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    “Mhm. That’s cool.” Inkwell pulls a bag of chips out of a jacket pocket and begins crunching loudly. “What constitutes fish themed? What’s the outer limits of that ability? I have a spren. Or like, a baby spren.” Cleo, a swirling teal and magenta sphere of light, appeared out of nowhere and chirped. The entire bar was instantly inclined to lean over and admire Cleo.
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    Sanguine grinned. “I’m built to kill gods.” He stood up, and dispersed and multiplied his particles to fill the room, burrowing into Egis’ lungs, skin, eyes. the way I understand it the entire world is made of prismite and the cores of a narrator are used to impose the will of tha narrator onto the worlds prismite. Taking this from xinoehps blog. What he was doing was collapsing space in a way to create a bubble that was not formed of prismite, and therefore couldn’t be influenced by Narration. He is very very strong against fundamental materials and brute strength. You can destroy his form temporarily with something like a Plotblade, but he’ll just make a new one since his soul exists outside of TLT, or you can do trickery and mental magic which he would be more weak to. also what even does Luxite do? If Nullite nullifies narration, could luxite nullify… death?
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    Inkwell yawns. “Ah. Okay. Don’t worry about that, then, heard the term thrown around and thought I’d ask.” He drinks again. Does a dash of blood make it taste better? Bizzare. “I’ll just be over here… thinking of something profound and philosophical to confound you all with.”
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    The bald man collapses, but at the very least he has managed to Shatter the sandwich like Adonalsium. Mischief managed, he opens a portal between the Battle of the Sandwich and The Longest Thread and falls unconscious through it.
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    Stories. Hm. Inkwell’s consciousness was split in two for a moment. He lay, shivering, on a hospital bed, shoes muddy, pants ripped, arm bleeding. Then he was back. He shifted uncomfortably on the barstool and took a deep draught from the human skull. “Gotta question. What’s an e-n-b-y?”
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    Does spring make anyone else feel depressed 

    like the world is healing all around you but you just stay the same

    I miss fall
     

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    2. Verdance

      Verdance

      Meds were a pain. Used to take them for my adhd and I lost the ability to sleep and they made me more depressed and angry and it was not a good time

    3. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      did u try different types adhd meds? or just one? cuz i think ot doesn't always work

      also i meant, like, ibuprofen or smth. for the headache.

    4. Verdance

      Verdance

      Several ADHD meds, yes

      ibuprofen is a good idea as well.

      thanks 

       

      Content warnings: alottabadthings

      Spoiler

      I am in a hospital right now after my dad beat me and I ran away and cut myself sooo…

       

  9. Verdance
    Awesome, Inkwell thinks, sitting down. Or rather, trying to sit down and falling on the floor. His arm hurts a little as he gets up, shakes the daze away, and gets up onto a stool. “Uh, thanks, I guess.” He glances around. “Yall get a lot of interesting people around here?” He realizes he can’t find his notebook, so he tries to draw a new one into existence on his arm. When he pulls back the sleeve, he sees a nasty set of lateral scratches on the forearm, like someone had taken a knife to it. Odd. He had just been in the cabin with Isabel and 9/10. Where did he receive these?
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    A very bald man wearing the skin of a dragon appears and steals the sandwich from Clone, then splits its soul into sixteen pieces and disperses them across the heavens.
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    9/10mmHB#2 laughs. “Buddy. We’re both minor antagonists with questionably evil intentions. We both have wanted him-“ he pointed at Inkwell- “Dead at some point, and we’re both interested in obtaining lux- actually forget I said that. But what else do you call forcing Malevolence to take up Redemption?” He pours a mug of hot chocolate for Rebus. —— Sanguine roars in anger, trying to reenter the building, but a force stops him. This shouldn’t be possible. He wasn’t a force of the Thread, its forces couldn’t affect him! Yet there were some things even someone like him couldn’t toy with. He growled and turned to Egis, ready to strike before a single word or laugh could leave her throat. @Ashkaloda
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    Inkwell raises a hand and points to the quickly disappearing rift. “The Thread.” He gets to his feet. “Ungh. What is this-“ he looks around. “A bar. I’m on the wrong side.” He steadies himself and hops over, then looks around, slightly dazed. “You wouldn’t happen to have Dr. Pepper here?”
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    Sanguine has to try very hard to remember how to read. When he does begin to understand, he growls and signs his name in the first available row with the available pen. Then he is treated to several minutes of infuriating pop music while he waits for someone to appear. Sanguine hates pop music.
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    Inkwell is ripped into two pieces. Figuratively. One of them appears here. A hole in reality appears above the bar and Inkwell is dropped through against his volition. A mug of very nice hot chocolate shatters on the ground as he gets to his hands and knees on the floor behind the bar and bites back a curse.
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    Sanguine lands, emerging from the shattered remnants of the meteoric shell. He is in the midst of a vast city made of glowing glass and gold. There are no people. He stalks through the streets, noticing a small building in a corner of a street. It is completely unassuming, and he almost moves on. Something compels him to enter, and he does.
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    Eden glares at Inkwell. “I listened to this punk. He said that the sword-“ she gestured to her necklace- “Would stop probably ancient evil from returning. Except it didn’t.” She turned back to Isabel with a less vehement frown. “I’m from earth too? I’ve had the flu before, it wasn’t so bad. Earth was kind of cool actually.” Inkwell is a bit overwhelmed. “Surely there’s better hot chocolate out there,” trying to change the subject. 9/10mmHB#2 is bored of the conversation and makes a move before Eden gets angry at him. He reaches into a large rift, and yanks someone by the wrist into the room. Rebus, in fact. “Hey, everyone, look! Yet another dude who completely failed to contain the Witherlord! We should start a club!” @DragonHeir
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    Ofc
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    Inkwell is still irritated by the functionality of the knife. She is so unfazed… The cocoa starts bubbling softly at the edges, so he gets up and pours into a few mugs before the milk can separate. Eden raises her withered, blackened claw of a hand. “How is this better than where you came from? Girl, which pit of hell did you drag yourself out of?” —— Sanguine has expended all his talking energy, and the whiplash from Egis’s narration shocks him. Then he adapts, cutting straight through the prismite field and allowing himself to be touched by gravity. His form gathers particles from the atmosphere, weaving them together to create a shell around his core body as he burns through the air like a meteorite. @Keke@Ashkaloda
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    “A time for birth, a time for death-“ He watched the withergeists flee. Good. Sanguine looked down on Heaven. There was a philosophy to be pulled from the marrow here, but hadn’t the subtlety of mind for it. He began descending to the gates of the planet. @Keke Floating in space above it, but yeah
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    XD Sanguine is very very irritated by the one that refuses to fight yet speaks as if she is. “Next time I speak to Continuity, I’ll relay your complaint to him. In the meantime, why don’t you ask gravity to stop gravitating because it wants privacy, then wonder why you’re getting so much attention.” He frowns as he realized what she claimed. “What are you talking about? It’s bad enough I have to be a character, even without you spouting nonsense like ‘someone created me’”. Luckily, every surface of Heaven shines with its own inner light, and even in the space around it, there was no shadow for a withergeist to skulk in. So when they did arrive, he promptly engaged one. He was speaking about the withergeists the Witherlord sent to spy on him, not Egis.
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    Sanguine tries to ignore the little pest. Everyone else is too wrapped up in their “plot threads” and “character arcs” and “obeying the laws of physics” to deal with him. Besides, he has faceless withergeists to kill. “Can’t someone get a little privacy while they commit genocide,” he says, waiting for the whatever it is to appear so he can kill it.
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    Impressions of restraint, spies, tactics, and most of all, Sanguine’s failure smash into him like a brick in the face. Except usually Sanguine is the one doing the smashing. Others are coming. To watch him kill. To watch him die. His pride will not allow it. When the withergeists arrive, he instead turns his rage on them.
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    He hurriedly draws up a chair, the state of whether literally or figuratively being ambiguous. Once inside, he finds some milk, sugar and cocoa mix and mixes it in a pot over the fireplace while the rain continues beating on the roof. Eden and 9/10 are talking in the corner. “So. What do you plan to do now? Return to wherever you lived before, meddle in the Thread, something else?” Inkwell asks Isabel. “It’s not friendly here, but I get the feeling you would be even less comfortable at home.” What was Rebus trying to do? It seemed he had failed at it. The Witherlord was the antagonist now. And there still wasn’t a Protagonist. —— Sanguine is quite sure the Witherlord would be displeased by his goals, seeing they include the Witherlord’s death. Then he frowns. “Whats a Witherlord?” he asks himself. No matter. He refocuses on the incoming slaughter.
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    My bad- took a break for a couple of days. im not in control of your plot arc. The dagger was Inkwell trying to recreate a tool known as Futility, which purpose was to create portals. This recreation won’t function for Inkwell though, but for some reason it works for other characters. im not controlling it, you can do whatever you want with it. (Except leave it unnamed :3 ) Inkwell glanced outside. Isabel was fooling around with the dagger he had drawn. Somehow, it was functioning for her. “You can do a lot of things, but you can’t do the same thing twice,” 9/10mmHB#2 said, noticing his gaze. “Besides. You wouldn’t have been able to replicate my powers.” He waved a hand and a rift appeared in the air, sizzling before closing again, and a paper plane bonked Inkwell on the forehead. “Invite her in. She’s not from @edgyswordname.” Inkwell got up and headed to the door. “You’re welcome to come in out of the rain,” he told Isabel. On a whim, he said, “We have hot cocoa.” Electrum Compounding ??? @xinoehp512
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    Brilliant!
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