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"I'm Evan! Evan Rosier. Rosie!" His enthusiasm was met with blank stares. "I don't know why I said that. No one calls me Rosie." Suddenly, Evan took a great interest in the new scuff marks on his shoes.
All was silent for a moment. The chatter hadn't quite ceased as much as faded away, leaving a silence that was purely the absence of noise.
A strong hand gripped Evan's chin. A hand smeared with ink and, if he wasn't mistaken, dried blood.
Now at eleven years old, Evan Rosier, not known as Rosie, had rarely seen a smidge of blood. Sparse drops, perhaps, from papercuts and scraped knees but nothing more.
That day was the beginning of a long, deceptively bloody, school year.
The face belonging to the hand that held him in such a grip, was square and scraped and scarred. It smiled with its eyes, shocking green, and it's teeth, sharp as you'd picture for a dog. It's nose, crooked as if broken one time too many, was gushing blood like a waterfall in Hell's capital city.
Such blood dropped into the grinning mouth, coating it's teeth a desturbing reddish brown.
But it was smiling.
That was something.
"Rosie." It said. "I'm Barty."
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Between Suicide Squad ISEKAI and My Adventures with Superman, I'm actually excited about DC properties for the first time in... a while?
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the face of a girl who realized she gets to keep the dragon cock
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Well, this is new.
MM! Mikey is bored at the lair with nothing to do, so he decides to do some harmless breaking-and-entering into Donnie's lab. Maybe he feels like answering a few questions?
(yes this is temporarily becoming an ask blog. why? well i say why not)
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I had a European exchange student who lived with me for a short while. One of her culture shocks was that, I didn't care much about my birthday. It's not in a sad way either; I just go on my day like a normal day, which is pretty common here.
No cakes, no gifts (sometimes. but if not, that's fine as well), no party – you get the point. If I do want to celebrate, I'll just buy myself a burger and a random candle for fun, stuff like that. it is all my choice btw.
This culture shock went on whenever her classmates had a birthday. They were either like, 'cool, thanks,' didn't care, or were shy and tried to ignore that they had a birthday at all. I'm not saying that none of us celebrate; it's just very common for us to not celebrate it as well.
I don't know—she was genuinely surprised about it. So from my perspective, birthdays are a huge deal in her hometown.
And I'm curious,
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Can you draw some doodles of true form haarlep? Maybe first meeting Raphael or smth if u want. XD
The real reason Raphael asks Haarlep to take his form.
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Call me babe platonically 😘
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