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lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
yourattention) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- original: mira delacroix,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouto todoroki,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ one piece: monkey d. luffy,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
take a one way ticket to the bacchanal
Who: Connor and the Jormun and y'all.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Party on 4/20
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
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[ She pushes a bit of hair out of her face. ]
Yet, I would wager a guess that old self of yours resurfaces, at times. Such as... in the crystal caverns, so long ago?
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[ Her voice is soft, and she doesn't quite look at him. ]
That is all I meant. That kindness I saw in the desert, that was not a fluke, even if you would like to pass it off as such.
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Still... I am grateful to you for it, no matter your motivation.
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It's enough to give one a terrible inferiority complex.
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No, Ardyn, that was terribly unpleasant. I want to thank you for granting me a swift death instead of turning into a crystal abomination.
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[ardyn are you okay.]
Are all humans this ridiculous?
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Well, I cannot say I've been called that before.
[ A quiet laugh. ]
We all are, in different ways. You are quite weird, too.
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[ But she's smiling. ]
What is the weirdest thing you've done in your very long lifetime?
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Once, somewhere around...a thousand years ago, perhaps? There was the formation of what one might call a cult, a small sect of pious followers of a goddess calling herself the Scion of Leviathan. She appeared in the form of a serpent jeweled in ornate gold and sapphires, claiming to speak for the Hydraean herself. Eventually those devoted to her began to become corrupt as humans so often do; they gradually descended into greed and fanaticism. And one day, the whole sect fell apart in rather explosive fashion when their very deity was revealed for a fraud right before their eyes.
...If the puppet hadn't popped a stitch and had her head fall off in the middle of blessing the faithful, I could have kept that going for at least another decade.
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That is absolutely horrible. Did you make the puppet yourself?
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[yes]
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I wonder, how terribly did they lose their minds?
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