QuestionI see. Well I do worry. Around the time you left another blogger had attempted suicide and I do worry about my followers and friends who just disappears. It frightens me thinking something could have happened to someone and I don't know or can't find out if their ok. It is a thing I think about after a friend of mine died. Answer

Oh, no! :0 that must have been hard for you. I am sorry for your friend, it is always sad when someone is died, let alone when they take there own life.

ask-respawn-turbo:

Spawn watched as JB successfully bounced his little blue ball for a moment, giving a little smile. Well, until the poor bug got hit in the face, that is.

Spawn winced as the poor pet got hit, running up as he landed on the floor. He bit his lip as he tried to get a better…

[[READMORE]] Spawn, exhausted from all the running, gave up on chasing the bug, finding flopping unceremoniously, stomach first on the floor felt much better. He was panting a bit and his throat felt like he had just attempted to swallow sandpaper, but he didn’t want upset his host/boy-who-might-even-be-a-little-like-a-friend, not right now anyway. He figured if he could just lie down for a second he could get up and no one be the wiser….

emeralddragon88:

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velversus:

ask-respawn-turbo:

And nothing made a giggle fit worse than when someone else joined in.

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Spawn glared at her, straightening out a little and rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, big r-riot.”

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lonelycircusfreak:

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lonelycircusfreak:

ask-respawn-turbo:

"Ummmm…. n-no my stomach’s f-fine!" Spawn bunched the fabric around his torso, blocking her curious fingers. He had really hoped this would happen! “Uh… besides we’re playing a g-game right! So t-truth or dare?"

Okay…

He gave her a odd look, briefly distracted from his… predicament. Tucking the covers under him, so they won’t be pulled away for some reason, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh… d-dare, I guess?" Sawn had a feeling this was going to end badly whichever one he chose, so might as well not have to admit anything out loud.

Dare? Hmmm -She thought about it for awhile, wanting to pick a really good one.- I dare ya to…

I dare ya to -She bursts into giggles for a minutes, unable to say her crazy dare out loud.-

Alright, alright… put… icing and sprinkles on your nipples! -She had to bury her face in the pilloe now, to quiet her laughter-

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lonelycircusfreak:

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"Ummmm…. n-no my stomach’s f-fine!" Spawn bunched the fabric around his torso, blocking her curious fingers. He had really hoped this would happen! “Uh… besides we’re playing a g-game right! So t-truth or dare?"

Okay…

He gave her a odd look, briefly distracted from his… predicament. Tucking the covers under him, so they won’t be pulled away for some reason, he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh… d-dare, I guess?" Sawn had a feeling this was going to end badly whichever one he chose, so might as well not have to admit anything out loud.

lonelycircusfreak:

ask-respawn-turbo:

"Ummmm…. n-no my stomach’s f-fine!" Spawn bunched the fabric around his torso, blocking her curious fingers. He had really hoped this would happen! “Uh… besides we’re playing a g-game right! So t-truth or dare?"

Okay okay… umm… hmm -She moved her hand away, looking around for a moment to see if she could spot his shirt anywhere in the dark-

-She bit her lip, thinking about it for a moment-

I pick… Truth! 

Spawn tried to keep the fabric covering all of him that it could manage, with out looking suspicious, of coarse. Clearing his throat nervously, he tried to think of a question.

"So… uh, who e-exactly /where/ your b-brothers?"

ask-respawn-turbo:

With a nod to Shift, and a bit of guilt, Spawn turns, and runs off to chase the little bug. Wow the little guy was energetic! Didn’t he ever stop running? Well that was probably why he had been a pet, huh. He slows a bit, keeping his eyes trained in front of him, looking…

Spawn watched as BJ successfully bounced his little blue ball for a moment, giving a little smile. Well, until the poor bug got hit in the face, that is.

Spawn winced as the poor pet got hit, running up as he landed on the floor. He bit his lip as he tried to get a better look at his new found friends injured (or maybe not so injured, he didn’t really know) face.

the-misadventuring-teens:

ask-respawn-turbo:

Spawn couldn’t help but smile at the look on the happy bugs face, “th-that’s great JB!” He laughed a little and pets him on his head like a puppy, too glad for the boy to care of it would start a merciless cuddle attack.

JB chirps and tackles Spawn, “Fun fun!” He wiggles and bounces out of the kitchen. Shift squeaks, “follow him i can finish this.”

With a nod to Shift, and a bit of guilt, Spawn turns, and runs off to chase the little bug. Wow the little guy was energetic! Didn’t he ever stop running? Well that was probably why he had been a pet, huh. He slows a bit, keeping his eyes trained in front of him, looking for BJ.

velversus:

ask-respawn-turbo:

No I haven’t, a-actually, but I don’t c-care, really. You don’t have c-control over m-me to stop anyway.

And I get th-that it proves your point, but y-you also told me to calm down, and bringing th-that up was not helping.

… why are y-you even trying to help me? I’m only gonna g-give your grief for it, so why do you w-want to even try to h-help?

I don’t want to control you either, really. I want to help. Why’s it need more explanation than that?

Because that doesn’t make any sense! I didn’t a-ask for your h-help, or give you any reason to w-want to. Unless… this is pity?

velversus:

ask-respawn-turbo:

I am perfectly h-happy in my little bubble, okay! I d-don’t need to go anywhere, o-or do some s-stupid shit like th-that.

And why w-would you bring that up! Th-this isn’t making me want to calm down, you know!

Ever heard the saying: the longer you stay in your comfort zone, the smaller it gets?

I’m not trying to calm you down. I brought it up ‘cause it proves my point.

No I haven’t, a-actually, but I don’t c-care, really. You don’t have c-control over m-me to stop anyway.

And I get th-that it proves your point, but y-you also told me to calm down, and bringing th-that up was not helping.

… why are y-you even trying to help me? I’m only gonna g-give your grief for it, so why do you w-want to even try to h-help?

velversus:

ask-respawn-turbo:

Hey! I’m no hermit! I m-might not be very sociable but I’m not hermit-like… and I a-am both s-sane and happy! Damn you make s-such a big deal about all th-this stupid social shit, it’s n-not even important! Mod!

Hey, you’re the one always talking about how you don’t get…

I am perfectly h-happy in my little bubble, okay! I d-don’t need to go anywhere, o-or do some s-stupid shit like th-that.

And why w-would you bring that up! Th-this isn’t making me want to calm down, you know!

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lonelycircusfreak:

ask-respawn-turbo:

"N-no, I don’t r-really wanna d-does anything, k-kid… uhh… how ‘b-bout you p-p-pick?" Spain tried to nearly flattened himself on the wall next to him, praying she would just /leave/ and the m!a would end without…

"Ummmm…. n-no my stomach’s f-fine!" Spawn bunched the fabric around his torso, blocking her curious fingers. He had really hoped this would happen! "Uh… besides we’re playing a g-game right! So t-truth or dare?"

velversus:

ask-respawn-turbo:

I do not! Jeez, worry f-for your own social standing, would you! Pff, I doubt it i-if she wouldn’t, I swear, the g-girl stalks me no matter what I do.

And… what w-was that early that you said about a demon?

It’s not for the social standing (and ps my own standing is…

Hey! I’m no hermit! I m-might not be very sociable but I’m not hermit-like… and I a-am both s-sane and happy! Damn you make s-such a big deal about all th-this stupid social shit, it’s n-not even important! Mod!

ask-respawn-turbo:

Spawn had gathered up armful of gumballs and was busy attempting to put them back in the box, his younger mind telling him it was the best choice, rather than just putting them in a bag or even asking what to do. He ended up just dropping most of them all over the floor…

Spawn couldn’t help but smile at the look on the happy bugs face, “th-that’s great BJ!” He laughed a little and pet him on his head like a puppy, to glade for the boy to care of it would start a merciless cuddle attack.