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kakodaimones · 3 months

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@hcppyhotel asked: ❛ you’re a good talker . i like that . ❜ / angel to vox !

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

The red and cyan eyes look over at the spider, curious at his game. Is he trying to get a rise out of him with some roundabout insult? Butter him up to try and get a favor out of him? Did Val put him up to this?

The television demon tilts back his drink as eyes narrow. He's all so much more trouble than he's worth. Valentino's passion was both what drew in the overlord, but every time his latest toys turned it into something... frustrating. He can't get rid of Angel Dust without Valentino creating a disaster for him and Velvette, and getting rid of Valentino was out of the question.

Maybe another drink will help him figure out this puzzle.

"Hm. It's cute when you can manage to play nice. Alright, I'll go along with this - what's compelling about what I have to say to you of all people?"

#hcppyhotel #{ASK ANSWERED}「Welcome To The Show」#{VOX; IC}「We Can’t Rewind」#cw alcohol mention #...I don't know why he reacted like *this*

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necroarchy · 1 year

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“My life is yours. Kill me or let me live, if it even matters to you.”

❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . --- accepting

She arrives in hurricane procession.

He keeps no storm watchers on hand, regardless of this one's frequency and carnage. Precaution is kin to anticipation. It bleeds the same color as expectation. All of it, a kind of awaiting. ( A wanting. ) Arthas finds her often enough without making a place for her, and besides --- she would never deign to fit the design.

( “ Jaina usually runs a little late.” )

The cost is to ever be blindsided by her. ( You would be blindsided regardless. )

“ … What? ”

The Shadow Throne swallows his slack-jawed stupidity whole. Its walls are soundproof, unlike the rest of his Citadel, whose veins and ventricles were carved to carry the cries of the damned from rampart to spire. He is not his father, to leave unlocked the doors of his imperial chamber for any bad omen winging its way in. He does not accept with open arms his murderous dark son.

Merely her mother, it seems. ( Again. )

What stands before him could be a stranger. Her golds are bleached to silver. Her hands are metal gleaming. Even this grief is new, kindled to rage by furnace flames he hadn’t known she even possessed. ( Turnabout is fair play. You surprised her first. ) Jaina places herself in his hands with a truly murderous spite, and he can barely bring himself to appreciate it.

Whence comes this sudden sense?

And whence has his fled?

“ Here you are, come to this place once more … searching this time, for …? ” He rises slowly from his throne, armor clattering in protest. “ You must know by now there are no golden princes awaiting you. ”

One step, another. How easily he crosses the distance. You could think there nothing but air between them.

My life is yours, she says, as though it had ever been elsewise. Why else would her breath suffocate his lungs. What other reason explains her blood leaking still within his cavernous dark chest. He has flensed himself to the bone for nothing. She lives in his marrow, sleeps on those factory floors. There is none of his construction free of her.

A laugh clots in his throat; he feels it throb just below his jaw, at the place a hangman’s noose tightens.

“ There is only me. ”

Overhead: the faint creak of a guillotine. ( Or is that your armor? ) It must be. His gauntlet has risen to her face. Thumb pressed to the long sweep of her pale cheek, blood-black against the snow --- a twitch of his wrist would render her to dust.

( A twitch of hers would rend you both. You wonder, as always, if she knows. )

She wears heartbreak the same as ever, his Jaina. He sees it in the turn of her mouth first; watches, rapt, as it spreads plaguelike to dull her lilac-strange eyes, and drag her shoulders down. Bone presses heavier against his palm, and he does not know if she leans into the touch or merely wilts towards her sad grave.

No difference, really. No difference at all.

If it even matters to you.

His throat unclenches. A wet, red laugh dribbles from between his teeth. Always, she mistakes him for someone kind.

“ Would that it didn’t. ”

His other hand knots through her hair in a barbed-wire grip. A tilt of the wrist makes her ( dust ) gasp, and he surges upon her as an avalanche.

Ghost-pale, but this warmth … this he recalls. She burns his mouth as though he seeks to swallow the sun. Ozone crackles against his tongue, coats the back of his palate in a metal sheen. Magic, or a brewing storm --- he never could parse the difference, married as they are in her flesh. Their teeth clack, clumsy from the long years’ absence. He tilts her head, adjusts his approach --- and here they are. Every betrayal and broken promise washes away in the tide. They could be young again. They could be in love.

The hand not snarled in her hair trails from her jaw to the hollow of her throat, the jut of her sternum. His palm flattens, fingers spread wide over that steady, nauseating beat. He could pluck it free so easily. He could bring it to his lips, and make her last sight him taking a bite.

( You could put it back where it belongs. )

Arthas licks into her mouth as ice pours into her red heart. Frost folds softly over every ventricle, smoothing over fluttering tissues and shuddering wet veins. Close as they are, entwined as they are, he can feel the faltering staccato echo within his hollow rib cage.

( You could --- )

He bites her lip bloody as it cracks in two.

#SUFFER WELL!#//#arcanemagic #﹙ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ. ﹚ interactions.#﹙ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʟᴀɴᴅꜱ. ﹚ indeterminate.#﹙ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. ﹚ inbox.

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scumbag-the-hedgehog · 3 months

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@cynicallyscorned asked: ❛ you’re not lying to me ? ❜

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"No. I never could." His eyes are so dark. Just like the first time that he met him, back in the day before they turned that vibrant green. The hand around Cynic's shoulder brings him in ever-so-slightly closer, the two of them already tucked so close together. He holds him like he might evaporate at any moment. He can't stop staring at him, looking him up and down.

The scars and nicks, the little imperfections - he feels such a strange way about them. At once they're beautiful, reminders that they walked that same path, that those bad days were what made them of a kind. But they're also the clearest signs that it's not him.

Maybe that's a good thing. He leans in to give a peck on Cynic's cheek, resting his head against his he finds comfort against softened blue quills and that well-worn letterman.

"...I mean it. anything you could want, I'd give it to you." Please, let me call you king, Sonic.

#cynicallyscorned #{scourge; ic}「scourge sez」#{ask answered}「we’re conducting business here」

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wrench-jackie · 1 year

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❛ do you know how pleased i was when i saw you ? ❜ ( from six! )

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆.𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇.𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . // Accepting

Down on the sea floor, the rules were simple. You shot anything that moved, and you didn’t hang around to ask questions. You couldn’t hesitate. That single moment would allow a splicer hook to pierce your stomach. Gutting you like a fish.

In the chaos of all the violence, it was easy for the faces to blur together. To forget that underneath the deformity and aggression, the inhabitants of this place were still people. So when someone with a pair of focused eyes appeared in front of Jack, it gave him pause. Sanity was scarce below sea level. He couldn’t take a shot at someone else who had survived.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see someone else is still kickin’ around.” It was nice not to feel alone in these depths. The emptiness of the city had a way of weighing down on one. Especially when company in Rapture was always kept at the other end of a radio.

Maybe he shouldn’t be so trusting. Not when Rapture was more traps than a city—but getting to see a friendly face was a welcome change of pace. One Jack couldn’t refuse. Even if it meant Atlas would chew him out later. “It was startin’ to feel like no one sane was left.”

Though looking the woman over, she didn’t fit the bill of what one would expect of a survivor. A foot shorter than him, Jack couldn’t help but think a weak breeze would knock her over. But muscle definition didn’t impact how one aimed their gun or how quick her shot was. After all, in the city where gene splicing was a popular trend, who knew what she had done to survive.

And yet, instead of being wary, Jack could only think of the other citizens who died in front of his helpless presence. “Are you alright? Not hurt or anythin’?””

#cheatdeaths #{{You Won't Even Walk Till Somebody Says Go}} (Answered)#{{Son You’re Special}} (1960)#let me KNOW if i got something wrong or if you need something changed #also looking at six's stats these two are gonna be a pair next to each other #6ft2 brick house of a man and 5ft3 wet noodle of a woman

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bitofthisandthat · 4 years

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@airborne-disaster | @unforeseen-disasters said: ❛ you’re not lying to me ? ❜ ( Falcon to Gabby! )

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

“I have no reason to lie to anybody. I don’t waste time making flowery little pit-stops with my language, nor do I see the point in it. Liars always end up back-peddling and making up more stories up to cover their previous ones. So. No. I don’t. I mean everything I say as I say it.” Now, withholding information that’s an entirely different manner...

#airborne-disaster #unforeseen-disasters #asks #C: Falcone Graves ( unforeseen-disasters )#𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 #V: CROUCHING EAGLE HIDDEN MERCENARY || CANON GABBY! DT2017 #V: THE SIDE I’M ALWAYS ON: MINE. || ROGUE GABBY! VERSE #{ when in doubt tag both main verses XD }#🗡️GABBY MCSTABBERSON 🗡️

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dalphahale · 4 years

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❛ those creatures who came in the night , they wanted to take you away . ❜ ( from my liam!)

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

Derek thinks of the night briefly and knows that Liam is right. They were after him, no one else, and the longer that the Hale lingered meant the more danger for the others. “Yes, I know. That’s why I’m leaving today. I don’t need them coming after the rest of you when all they want is me.”

#Meme #Derek and Liam #Derek #Liam Dunbar #forgedvoid #Game of Thrones

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worldly-diversity · 4 years

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❛ remember what you are , and what you’re not . ❜ ( riario )

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Laughter rang out into the workshop as Leonardo once more tried to break through what he perceived to be simple conditioning. Oh but he was so much more than the result of a few drops of dead water! The artist would discover that eventually, as he'd eventually realise he could not keep him here forever. He was the face of the crusade, after all.

"Oh I know exactly what I am, Leonardo da Vinci. But do you? What are you, hm? The man overcome with curiosity and enticed by progress, or the monster who revels in the destruction that his creations bring? TELL ME!" He strained against his chains as he suddenly shouted before leaning back against the post, small chuckles escaping him still. "Since you're so set on being truthful with one another, you should start, shouldn't you? Maestro~"

Strained eyes focussed narrowly on the artist, taking in every single twitch his body made, every single reaction. He was the monster of Italy certainly, and he revelled in his work, but at least he was honest about it! Even if the worm within tried to deny it— He was feeble and would disappear soon enough, regardless of what Leonardo tried to inject him with.

"You, Artista, are as much a monster as I am. What a pair we make~"

Perhaps Leonardo should join him sometime, making his 'art' ( as Leo referred to it ) together with the other would surely be quite the experience.

#icaruschosen #universe • da vincis demons #inquiry • da vincis demons #interactions • girolamo riario #v: shadow at the center of the labyrinth #answered #hey a long one! finally xD

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opscurus · 4 years

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[ @viciousvizard said: ❛ if you think this has a happy ending , you haven’t been paying attention . ❜ ]

❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . // accepting!!

He knew there was no way out of it, no happy ending for him at all. As his eyes were downcast and his fingers scraping the dirt, he knew he was going to lose. Though it was just practice, Hiyori took it so seriously.

#ɠєтѕυgα qυєυє!! // queue #地獄の蝶 // asks #viciousvizard #【 ★ ━━ in character 】#✕✕ ━━━━━━ ✕✕ v: nothing more than an anomaly

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rrenounced · 2 years

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do i need to ask a second time ? i hate asking a second time . ❜

❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

Tsk, tsk.

Giovanni drank leisurely, utterly unbothered by the man towering before him.

"It has always astounded me that so many people resort to bullying and force in an attempt to get their way. Haven't they ever learned that the world responds much better to politeness?"

“It’s been wonderful--truly, an enlightening conversation, but I fail to see what exactly you’re hoping to gain.”

#pulchramundii #his sinister grace; a deadly masquerade! => IC #words from the boss => ANSWER #back atop the throne of bitter insurgence! => RETURN TO ROCKET VERSE

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chxmpionofjustice · 3 years

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@thecursedpriestess said: ❛ our time together is about to come to an end. remember what I told you. you’ll leave him to me and run.❜

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

"Wait, what?” Everything had happened so quickly. One moment she’d been by herself on her way back to the well (she unfortunately could not stay as long as Kagome did in this era even if she wished she could), the next she’d heard an insanely loud almost inhumane roar from within the trees and then she’d been surrounded by a barrier of some kind. It had been for protection, she was sure before it’d even been explained to her by the miko, but then she was being told to just run?

As if she would!

Well, she would, but not with the intent to just leave someone behind, normally if she was running, it was to find a place to transform safely without being seen. Somehow, in this land of monsters and magic, keeping a secret identity from people who she did not know anyway did not seem to matter as much to her.

“I’m not just going to leave you! What does it wa--” The barrier shimmered as though it was weakening and Usagi then understood what she’d meant. It wasn’t a barrier that was meant to last long, just long enough for her to receive instruction and then listen. There was another roar this one more frustrated in some way, as though the creature couldn’t sense them with the barrier up and had grown annoyed by that fact.

“What does it want? I know I don’t look like much, but I can fight, I can help!”

#thecursedpriestess #asks #v: the rabbit goes down the well;;

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kakodaimones · 3 months

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@hcppyhotel asked: ❛ this is mercy . ❜ / alastor to vox <3

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"FUCK YOU!" Digital blood trickles down the display as electricity crackles around the screen, hand clutching at his forearm where the radio demon had slashed at him, physical blood and lashing tendrils of static.

"You act so high and fucking mighty, like I'm some fucking toy! We could have ruled HELL together, but NO! You decided to go the "unholier-than-thou" route!" Wounded, the furious overlord still steps forward, lost in rage and seeing nothing but red. He has the nerve to treat him like this.

"See where that got you? Playing the novelty act in some fucking halfway house! I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING!" The seething television falls to one knee, still clutching his arm, looking up at Alastor. He's leaving him alive. Again. Why does that infuriate him?

#hcppyhotel #{ASK ANSWERED}「Welcome To The Show」#{VOX; IC}「We Can’t Rewind」

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kakodaimones · 3 months

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@hcppyhotel asked: do i need to ask a second time ? i hate asking a second time . ❜ / stella to striker

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

A subtle rattle can be heard as Striker's tail flicks, squinting at the towering nobility in front of him. His hands rest at his side, fingers tapping against his vest. He could draw fast enough to kill her. He knows it, and the world wouldn't miss her in the slightest. Hell would be just a little bit brighter.

"...'course not, ma'am." He's picturing the way those Goetia brains would look splattered all over those fancy fuckin' blueblood walls. But he's just one man, and a man has to eat if he wants to see the revolution. So here he is, restraining himself from violence even as his hands clench.

"I haven't failed you yet. It will get handled." Just like all of you will one day.

#hcppyhotel #{STRIKER; IC}「A Few Dollars More」#{ASK ANSWERED}「Welcome To The Show」

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necroarchy · 1 year

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❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . --- accepting @throned: ❛ we should be honest with each other , don’t you think ? ❜ varian to arthas. :')

Within his chest is a graveyard.

Here rest his lungs, gone still at last. Never mind how they might sometimes inhale, and half-taste the air outside --- cadaveric spasms are a common affliction, and unworthy of attention. Look in vain for a hitch in them as Varian approaches, and fills the air between them with his dagger voice. Turn to his long-lost heart, and listen for the drumming that shall never again increase. Do you see? Do you understand yet?

Thirty years between them, and here he stands at last. Unaffected.

“ Have I ever been less? ”

You could float on a voice this light. Breathe it into your own lungs, and suffocate in joy at the sensation.

( Not that he knows. Breathe. Suffocate. Concerns of a mortal nature. Beneath him now. )

Before him, Varian hardly seems something real. Flesh and blood are such petty materials to compose his form --- and yet that is all there is to him, thumping heartbeat and jungle heat nauseating with so little distance between them. Arthas must focus on the lines of his face to quell his disgust. He counts every grey hair he can see bound in that ridiculous style.

( There are so many now.

There is so much you never --- )

“ I find little use in deception anymore. Nothing ruins a man half so well as the truth. ” His lips pull back into a rictus grin. “ Particularly one such as you. ”

#﹙ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. ﹚ legion.#﹙ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ. ﹚ interactions.#﹙ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. ﹚ inbox.#throned #//#SUFFERING AND DEATH AND AGONY AND MAYHEM #HE'S FINE HE'S FINE HE'S ENTIRELY FINE

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kakodaimones · 2 months

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@maskmerchand asked: ❛ if you think this has a happy ending , you haven’t been paying attention . ❜ ( vox please! )

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

The overlord squints at the vendor. It's hard to tell intention with that mask obscuring his features. Whatever and wherever this particular... zone was, he was aware that he was outside of his element. Civility was the name of the game when he was in another's territory, and one businessman to another, it's certain it can keep things amicable with this other player on the scene. Claws tap rhythmically against the countertop separating the two of them.

"...I'm going to take it on good faith that you mean that as a friendly warning rather than as some kind of threat." Vox responds with a level tone after a moment of silence, still ill at ease as eyes scan the merchandise made available, gauging the wares before those same eyes return to the merchant proper.

"So please, if the outlook is so grim, elaborate." He can tolerate a degree of doomsaying from others. It pays to be cautious.

#maskmerchand #{vox; ic}「we can’t rewind」#{ask answered}「welcome to the show」

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scumbag-the-hedgehog · 3 months

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@falsementor asked: ❛ you will collapse under your proud weight and slump into a heap of nothing . ❜ // some tough love from not monkie dad

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

The hedgehog glares at the stone monkey. Those words feel like they're opening up the scars that have healed from their first encounter. That sense of complete dismantling. Hands in his jacket pockets, he covers up the scars on his chest as he closes up the jacket. His thumbs run across his fingers as hands ball into fists.

But by this point this has taken on a new context. He has an idea o why he says these things to him, and this should give him a better appreciation of why he says these things to him. But instead Scourge's fight or flight reflexes kick in, baring his fangs and scowling. His tongue lashes like he's trying to hurt Macaque several times over to dissuade him from ever opening up those wounds again.

"...is this really about me, or are you still pissy about your ex boyfriend?"

#falsementor #{ask answered}「we’re conducting business here」#{scourge; ic}「scourge sez」#...he responded in such a mean way scou.rge WHY

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necroarchy · 1 year

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❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . --- accepting @wormsaga sent: ❛ you can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem . ❜

“ That was rather the goal, yes. ”

Nothing but smiles he proffers this insipid little worm, his teeth-bright best even, as though it were more than a smear beneath his solleret. He adopts the demeanor which comes most naturally, here in this place of death and rot --- in his kingdom, undoubtedly, forgetful though it may be to that fact.

Irrelevant. A body may forget gravity; it will still smash to pieces at the bottom of a cliff.

" On the subject of the obvious --- you are rapidly proving a disappointment. Your hospitality most of all. "

#wormsaga #﹙ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ. ﹚ interactions.#﹙ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʟᴀɴᴅꜱ. ﹚ indeterminate.#﹙ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. ﹚ inbox.#//#ur zombies are lame and stupid and lame and worse than mine #in EVERY way #just fyi

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