Sexy Evil Characters Who Snap Their Fingers To Activate Their Powers Could Do Anything To Me

it must suck to do an assassinate and have everyone cheering you on and hyping you up cuz you can’t tell anyone you did it. you have to keep that information to yourself.

Altar Stage 1, The Summoning Has Begun.

The Void Will Consume All

On a particularly cold and quiet day, an unassuming piece of paper is carried on the wind, and dances itself to a new home inside your mailbox. After a few seconds of deliberation, the mailbox's flag jolts upright in response; its speed spiteful of its joint. This new resident smells of three things in equal parts: lavender, wine, and smoke. There is no discerning the source of the last, it seems equal parts wood and tobacco. It's a refined smell, but juvenile. A keen drinker (certainly not just an alcoholic..?) would be able to pinpoint the reason: Box wine. Cheap wine. On its surface lies a spattering of dirt. It has traveled quite far to get here, but it is happy to have done so. The envelope seems overly eager to be opened. It's nearing break time after all. The payload inside has been dutifully protected. A holographic card serving as a flyer advertising a job opportunity... oddly without any address.., and a dime bag with a brass thumbtack in it Embossed in the tacky sanguine-lilac cardstock are the words "Occult Housekeeping" and in a smaller font below it, "If interested, apply here!". Next to this text, is a section cut out from the holographic film. An iridescent marking is slightly visible on the white backing, hinting at its use

Lovely, thank you

best friend type behavior

Based on real life

its (serve your) maid day

“W-well... That’s fine!” Atmos said, nervously fidgeting. “U-um, y-yeah. I still would like to apply for an internship!”

Equal opportunity employment (open RP)

From television to billboard, radio to word of mouth, the same message was covering the entire town. Aperture was hiring. Previous experience didn’t matter, criminal record didn’t matter, it didn’t even matter if they were human! All that mattered was that Ramm needed staff, and he’d pay top dollar for workers! Damn the expense! (Your muse here) was waiting in the lobby for their name to be called. The person Ramm was previously interviewing was being escorted out by security staff. Dr. Jeremy Ramm himself soon followed. ”Right, who’s next.”

Op... You've been doing this for two years. Get some help.

>>LINK<<

as of right fucking now i have officially finished copying over every bit of dialogue from hiveswap, the friendsim, and yes, even homestuck. 

clicking on each character will bring you to their file on google drive with documents containing their sign and every conversation they’ve had, organized by who they were speaking to. 

go nuts :) 

[all sprites drawn by the amazing @hiveswapministrifes! thanks so much!]