Take Care, Squeaks. The Vocal Volcanoes May Seem Peaceful On The Outside, But They're Quite Active Once

"Ah, you're back to your old self, Swordsman!" remarked Tablet. "So, do you still wanna duel?" The demon prince readies his wand behind his back, hopeful.

“Ah, you again…”

The matterling thought for a moment, before giving a small nod.

“It would be a decent distraction, so sure, I suppose.”

ALRIGHT. LISTEN UP.

So recently, I got calls from the phone number, (937) 353-8319. They claim to be a job service, and one of their “employees”, Carrigan, is friends with whoever the call recipient is, and that Carrigan has recommended you for this $15.00/h “job”. I also got a text message from (937) 607-1493, claiming to be Carrigan, and that they need stuff to “win a scholarship”. I do not know anyone by the name of Carrigan and I know very well that this is a very dangerous scam. If you receive a call from a number, and they ask you if you would like a job for $15.00/h, HANG UP IMMEDIATELY. If you accept the “job” offer, and you go in for an interview, they will give you a drugged bottle of water and you will wake up somewhere you don’t want to be. These phone calls & texts are from a human trafficking service, and if you oblige to them, you will be sold to people and you will be raped, no doubt about it. So PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THESE CALLS OR TEXTS. I have listened to the voicemails, and allowed my dad to do the same, and he learned that anyone offering a $15.00/h “job” is a human trafficker. PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS ALL OVER TUMBLR

What would you say the best part about your job is Tablet?

And people think I’m greedy. 7^7((So, Tumblr is already dropping the ball on notifying me when I’ve got asks 83Lovely))

Yeah. Nebula just happened to demonically possess one of the peeps who stole the cake. Little did Nebula know that that was his death wish signed, stamped, and notarized.

“Can you imagine, Quentin, how many times we’ve had this exact conversation? You’ve managed to slip catnip to me 27 times, 27 ways, and I’m quite sick of it.” “So, what, this is just some giant, blood-soaked Laser Chase?” “You always bring up that fucking red dot. I still haven’t seen it yet. Now it’s a point of pride.”

So. Aliens like beaches, apparently. ((Sorry I haven’t been very active recently. Had a lot of things come up, but I’m free now!!))

"How bad can it be?" Tablet: Your decision could've devolved scientific advancement to the point where your decision is beyond recorded history, could've subjected humanity to a future under a harsh regime that wouldn't allow for the free thought or time to perfect time travel, or your decision could've ended up ending life as we know it, leaving no one alive TO come back and stop you. Tablet: ... And that's off the top of my head! 8D

((Nowadays, anything helps =w=;  ))

This is the money abuelita, reblog this in the next five minutes to receive the best news of your life

.... Oh right. *slapped for not remembering the house with a likeness to Daroach MIGHT be connected somehow*

“Idiot…”

Varnish sat in front of the gate to Medium's castle. The Canvas Plains had been rather uneventful today, and his rising boredom seemed ready to spawn a surprise nap.

Until, that is, his phone went off.

Varnish took out his phone and had it read the new notification.

 "New message from: Unknown Sender. Testing?"

     Oh, Varnish thought. Someone must have texted the wrong numb-

 "Arl-teesh-dla S.M.R."

     ... the Hells?

With nothing else demanding his immediate attention, and some worry for the well-being of the text-sender after that jumble of sounds in the second text, Varnish replied.

FROM: Varnish TO: Unknown

🍴: Are you okay? 😕

▲ Now that Link knew he had a fome- fone?- whatever- he couldn’t help himself, fiddling with it and pressing all the buttons. Next thing he knew, the words ‘sent’ and ‘all’ came up on his screen. Oops. He didn’t mean to do that.

FROM: Link TO: All

▲: testing? ▲: arltlyhl;dla,smr