ABOMINATION

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@tiireur SHOULDN’T BE HERE

      DESPITE the painfully heavy throbbing of your heart, he felt relaxed. It was so easy to be forgotten in this city, just as it was in the Hamlet. No one dares to check dark street corners or the rotting alleyways where he’d resided. Apartments did little to make them feel any safer--any more welcomed in such a foreboding place as Hive City.

     It was anxiety inducing. It was better to force yourself into seclusion and indulge in less human lifestyles. However... It wasn’t easy to continuously live in such a way.

     Surviving off scraps and bathing in river water could only get them so far--so it was by sheer luck that they had coaxed themselves out from their current hiding spot and skulking towards an open convenient store with loose change they’d collected from the streets and sewers.

     They were certain, the instant they stepped inside that store, no matter how empty it may be, that they would be watched. It wasn’t normal for something like them to walk into a store at the dead of night--but they recalled there was some sweet treat that was simply irresistible. It was already a rare delicacy to find while digging through garbage, and they wondered... What did it taste like when they weren’t picking away rot and filth?

     Swiftly slipping themselves into the area where snacks were located, they found the very treat they were looking for, chocolate covered with white squiggles of what seemed like hardened cream, and a sweet filling that had them salivating puddles against the cold floor...

     ...Carefully, they reached out, but flinched--no--froze. The sound of nearing footsteps instantly demanded for their full attention. They had the money this time, they swore on it. Was it the bare feet? Or the lack of a shirt...?

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“ Isn’t the date September...? I could have sworn I saw the month on a shop’s calendar once... ”

[anathcmata-blog]

#TBD

{ UH,,,,,, IM NOT DEAD I SWEAR,,,,,,, UM--

STARTER CALL

YEAH.,,,

CApped at 3 pwease no steppy }

[anathcmata-blog]

"Oh not, it’s not dangerous. But I think I am."

THE LIBRARIANS - Accepting

“ You would not feel the same if you stay around me... Not that I recommend it. I highly suggest you find someone better to stand next to... ”

[anathcmata-blog]

opinions on frogs?

“ They’re fun to try and catch... Or watch. I really like frogs-- ”

[anathcmata-blog]

slides over a slice of pumpkin pie "here, you earned it"

It wasn’t the pie they were thinking about but... They’ll take it. Today’s a good day, regardless of how bad they feel.

“ Thank you so much... It’s exactly what I wanted. ”

[anathcmata-blog]

"Have ever... eat good food?"

HAVE YOU EVER - Accepting

“ I... Once. It was a very delicious pie... I kind of wish I could have some right now--b-but that’s asking for a bit too much, I think. ”

[musingxmemes]

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

[rilesmemesarchive]

Yes, yes we get it. Stop panicking.  It’s unseemly.

It’s the Dragons!

Hey, you got the door working.

Did you come to take them away?  I keep their bags packed.

When did the annex get a doorbell?

He’s a Dragon in a man costume?

He is a lawyer.

I have Jasmine tea.

Oh Jasmine!  Yes please.

Damn.  This was on my bucket list.

Is he trying to be like me and do the cryptic banter thing?

Preaching to the choir, bub.

You’re not a Librarian.  You’re a thief.

You people don’t appreciate art.

Oh not, it’s not dangerous.  But I think I am.

A little criticism.  Since I’ve been back, the Librarians seem a little evil.

Is he eating my extra cheese, double pepperoni?

Hate the apple, not the Librarian.

How bad can evil ______________ really be?

The real you, is a coward.

Interesting lecture from the guy who can’t decide if he’s going to be a thief or a Librarian.

I did choose.  Once.  I chose a side in a very complicated… I chose.  No good came of it.  And over the years, I chose again.  And again.  Each time, a little hope.  Lots of blood.  But nothing really changed.  I finally learned my lesson.  And I came here, just to do my work, alone.  Because why choose?  Nothing… nothing ever changes.

Because practical applications are more fun then theories.

Did you say 6?

She writes a lot in this little notebook and I pay attention.

You run around like a half wit clown.

What is going on with this day?

Is that word even in your vocabulary?

Are you ill?

Last thing we need right now is an evil you.

He’s already the worst version of himself.

You say that like it’s a bad thing.

If I hadn’t tried, I’d actually be the monster you think I am.

I’m out of practice being a person.

[musingxmemes]

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

[fruitbrawler-blog]

Apples to Apples [CLOSED]

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fruitbrawler:

Ramsay started, feet spread. Positioning himself to give more leeway for the panicked fella. No. That wasn’t the way to respond, was it? Maybe he wasn’t worth talking to–but he didn’t want him to run. If he wanders the same spots he thinks he does, then he’ll know things about the area specifically. 

“Just breathe, buddy…I’m not accusing you of anything. I just wanna ask some questions. You look like you could use this.” 

Ramsay slowly crouches, apple resting on his finger tips. 

“You seem like you’d know this area. And I don’t mean the parts of th’street where everybody walks. I mean where people like us walk.” he speaks quietly, or rather tries to. 

Confusion sets in in an instant. Panicked eyes settled, but were still no less wide and fixated upon the stranger and his present offer. They would try to breathe, though, it was futile as their lungs were no stronger than an ill man’s at this moment. A few pained wheezes, but still breaths nonetheless, little by little, their body eases and they patiently listen for the man’s explanation.

Then it happens. Like us. They won’t lie--those brown eyes, panicky as ever, searched everywhere for a brand or symbol resembling their own, but they had seen other’s bear different marks that had shared the same unlucky fate as themself. They figured, perhaps his was hidden better, or the tattoos might be covering it--they didn’t know.

Swallowing thickly, they reached out with slight confidence, trying to swipe the apple away before talking. Lest the man simply be playing them for a fool and wish them to starve.

“ O--Okay. Okay. I’m sorry. What... What do you want to know? ”

[bob-belcher]

[anathcmata-blog]

“ I wish I could remember when my birthday was... ”

[fruitbrawler-blog]

Apples to Apples [CLOSED]

@anathcmata

Swift hands and distracted folk made it easy to steal food off stands. As an open farmer’s market made the best out of a torn city.

Anyone higher up the ladder didn’t have to care. 

It was much more admirable any time someone tried to make the best out of scraps. How did the rich earn their fare? Being born more fortunate. 

Stealing for the reason he did didn’t bother him. Two wasn’t many apples. 

Ramsay leans over a dumpster, peering over a frail, chained up man trying to devour something too fast gone to see. The state he was in surely would make this negotiation easy. His eyes were soft, not crazed. 

Dangling the apple on his fingers in front of him, Ramsay asks; 

“Hey there, pal, think you could tell me a lil’ about this city?” 

His wrist turns, an open offer to the other. 

“This is yours either way. You got eyes, you got somethin’ to tell me.” 

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Not many chose to disturb them, let alone be near whatever alleyway they chose to have their meals at. Today’s picks were slim--a few apple cores, a discard sandwich that took far too long to get a pile of ants away from, and a bottle with very little amount of water left inside. It was for the best that they ate this way, however.

Someone as horrid as they were deserved what others no longer wanted. It suited them, and the safety of hiding behind a large dumpster helped lessen their anxiety when it came to eating in a loud, public area.

In the middle of fighting away hidden ants inside the sandwich, the froze, barely having bit through a piece off before a voice caught their attention. Abominations breathing stopped, their heart pounded painfully, and their body quaked before the sandwich merely fell into a pile against the pavement.

Soft apologetic words were wheezed, barely recognizable due to how quiet they had become, and their eyes struggled to fully concentrate on the apple dangled, then offered, painfully close to them. It was absurd how sudden their volume increased to nearly yelling as their body forcefully pressed against the cold metal behind them.

“ IT WASN’T ME--They threw it out! I didn’t-- I DIDN’T STEAL THIS, I SWEAR! Please--P-I’m sorry... What do you want?! ”

[gallowshumxr-deactivated2019091]

It was a demand from an anonymous person, but--secretly, they'd hoped to be allowed something like this. Little touches were rough some days, but others easily manageable. Today happened to be one of those better days, and without a single word, Miron moved towards their friend, looping their arms around him and burrowing themselves into the crook of his neck. The warmth had them instantly melting into the hold--God's forgive them--they weren't thinking before giving him one small kiss there.

To depict Dismas as simply shocked would be an outrageous understatement. The highwayman leaned far much closer to absolutely stunned by the feeling of his dear friend’s slender arms encompassing him, drawing him into a warm embrace. The rogue stood paralyzed for a moment, eyes wide as he watched the other. He would never expect something like this from Miron, something so spontaneous and intimate as random hug. It was peculiar, yet it was still completely welcomed.

A smile parted Dismas’ lips as he wrapped his own strong arms around his friend’s slight form, returning the friendly gesture happily, holding him tight. For a short second the thief thought it was just that simple. A nice little, albeit unexpected, hug. Then he felt the other’s lips press gently against his neck, and in an instant Dismas’ face lit up a brilliant ruby red.

“Oh golly…!” The man breathed almost silently, as his cheeks shined a more deep scarlet than the fabric of his scarf. “Oh my…!”

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► Go give both of the Dismases in Città a hug! Just a shoulder hug for the one you don't have a crush on

OVERDUE MEME

“ I... I don’t have a crush on anyone. That’s an absurd assumption... He’s just my friend. ”

[anathcmata-blog]

► Here's some money. Please go bathe and buy yourself an extra outfit (ONE OF GOOD QUALITY) so you can wash your regular clothes. I'm concerned for your health. Filth attracts disease.

OVERDUE MEME

It was a hard demand to obey, but they attempted to do everything as quick and brief as possible.

The bath barely lasted a second before they got out--still wearing their same clothing to “wash them” and now dripping wet in a maddened haste to buy a random outfit. It isn’t even their size, which is exactly why it was left behind, fresh and clean, allowing anyone to take it if they wanted to.