A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
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pochita's Lab
Information
- pochita has 2035 creatures
- Joined at 4:03 am, 24/08/2020
- Previously known as nilihism
Achievements
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 | better things were possible | |
|---|---|---|
 | problematic media enjoyer | |
 | no futures, no dreams | |
 | AND HALCYON HEAVEN AWAITS | |
 | the world bends around you | |
 | a tango of teeth and talon | |
 | raised by indifference and a touch of cruelty | |
 | being adrift among the stars | |
 | jaded to the world and their place in it | |
 | falling from grace with a cruel misstep | |
 | found something unholy to believe in | |
 | devout to a god that ignores their pleas | |
 | it's a freakshow! | |
 | your voice can be such a knife | |
 | denying ourselves the intimacy of it all | |
 | songs that could start fires | |
 | lovebombing minefield | |
 | this must be the love we feared | |
 | pulled a gimmick i admit it | |
 | fires that consume souls | |
 | just trying to find purpose | |
 | it may begin anew | |
 | iii. heartbreaker, earthshaker | |
 | you need closure to move on | |
 | a dance of fireflies | |
 | heaven's ruinous light | |
 | congregation of the fearless | |
 | friday night lights | |
 | the place where winter sleeps | |
 | talons of ice and ire | |
 | being so close to potential | |
 | it'll be our little secret | |
 | the feeling of being wanted | |
 | three-eyed suburban disruption | |
 | i always hated myself more | |
 | ii. blue soil, so awkward | |
 | ii. overly-bright tree dweller | |
 | soot-covered wanderer | |
 | ii. cheap brownie mix | |
 | rafo of many battles | |
 | abandoned shed cryptid | |
 | arch-tempered disturbance | |
 | f10. f10. start. go. | |
 | ii. lost light, lonely light | |
 | late nights in june | |
 | caffeine in my veins | |
 | haunted by the ghost of you | |
 | ocean death runs deep | |
 | glory to the ones who survived | |
 | cracking, thunderous mountains |
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