let there be sex drugs and vviolence
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((Hellooo~ This is an ask/rp account for a psycho/violent/horny/killer/whatever!Eridan :D
Soooo.... Ask something! Start an RP somehow~!
Leave me dirty, spiteful, kind, or anonymous and pointless messages, I'd be glad to answer what I can~
I seriously don't bite, guys... That's a lie. I do sometimes.))
This is my little sister, Briana. She’s been having a rough time lately; family and friends, not to mention with her self-esteem, she has come to the point where she’s even contemplating killing herself. The biggest problem she tells me is her looks. She doesn’t believe that she’s beautiful. I see her everyday at home, not eating, working out, putting on tons of makeup and crying when she looks in the mirror.
She’s only thirteen.
Today, before she left for piano, me and her made a bet. I told her if I posted a picture of her on tumblr, it’d get more than 100 notes by the end of the week. She won’t believe me. Help me out guys, please help me show her that she is beautiful and should continue to live on, because I love her and I know she can get through anything if she puts her mind to it.
shes adorabubble omg
((Briana, you are gorgeous. Fuckt he people that say otherwise, okay? If you don’t believe people love you, if you think you’re ugly, fat, disgusting, WHATEVER; Stop thinking that. Move on with life. find the thing that makes you most happy, and most of all… Smile more :)
—Love, this odd stranger, Natalie Bartel.))
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
The seadweller peeked his head up from the crook of his knees, eyes thin and tired. But, his lips did crack at such a silly question, muttering three words. “I prefer knivves.”
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Lee isn’t tall, you lose op.
((Y-youuuuu!! ARRRGH, WHYYYY!? x’D))
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((RP/ASK INSTEAD OF JUST ASK :D?))
drip, drip, plop, drip Went the faucet in the corner of this concrete room, slowly easing out every bit of insanity the Seadweller had. Shudders and shudders racked his malnourished frame, laying in a pile of flesh and bone in the corner. “S-savve… me…” he whimpered out with a hoarse throat, bloodshot eyes trained on that damned, leaky faucet… And he lost it, shooting up from his position on the ground, and lunging forewards to the sink, a hand gripping the metal faucet, and ripping it off from it’s socket.
Much, much better, he thought, taking in few more breaths, then collapsing on the ground. He was merely nothing now; here in this concrete room.
((Hey, this might make a good mini-series :D!))
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He crept along in the night, just another Alternian Friday, searching through the streets and hive’s for something to… Do. “Nothin’. Fuckin’ nothin’.” He muttered darkly, shaking his head, deep violet cape flowing behind him as he walked and walked. Well, the hive was the next stop, taking whichever portal he chose to get there. ‘Husktop’ was the first thing he thought of…
“Nope, no asks yet. Fuck.” he sighed, cracking open a can of Faygo that pie-addict lent him. Tonight was going to be very, very tiring for this psychotic, insomniac son-of-a-tuna-roll.
((New ask blog? Slowly progressing psychotic Eridan, yes?))
