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@caustic-c
A-for-alt
beyondthebackup
massivecore
jam-knife
sociopath
[F]ang
[H]omo
dxneuve
[R]bel
[S]aturn
[T]enacity
Umby
V (2nd gen)
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I am free
Personal lore: waffle house staff of Las Vegas
[knocks on door] when can C come outside and play? :(
[A blue eye peers through the slit in the door, mouth pressed to the gap, close enough for his breath to rasp against the wood veneer]
Hey, kid- The cactus is the forbidden dildo, pass it on.
[C withdraws into the shadows, a keen enough eye might glimpse his boots shorts with the glow in the dark bible verse written on them; Micah 7:8 (enemy, do not rejoice. I am getting up!)]
Home Ec Class
[Featuring H & C]
H wouldn’t have elected to take this class, if C had not insisted on it’s importance. He could see the sneer in his peripheral vision on the Romanian teenager’s lips. Holding the babydoll by the scruff of the neck with a perturbed expression, H scans new paper ads for discounted foods and tries to ignore the boy beside him.
When he agreed to this, he had hoped this would only be lecture and notes but they have been assigned a project on finances and child care.
"Babies can eat bread if ya’ put it in a blender first, rite’?“ He asks with some reluctance.. and honest ignorance.
C is dotingly cradling the doll in his arms and H does not have to look to know he is giving him an amused look of superiority at the inquiry.
” They can eat bread right?” C mocks, mimicking his inflection and deepened tone with a hint of dullness. “Do you even hear yourself? Why not a family size bag of potato chips and liter of cola?”
“What the hell did you pick for yer’s then, wise-ass?!”
“My babies will have plenty of home grown nutritious foods~ Unlike you, I’m intent on providing only the best for mine.“
“W-what the hell is that s'posta mean? I can provide as good as you can!”
Despite H’s loud bellowing, C is ignoring his aggravated response and instead id squinting at the care circled on the article on H’s desk.
“ … Didn’t you get assigned 3 children?”
"Yeah, so?!“
”… That’s a coupe.“
"It’s affordable!”
C fixes H with a disbelieving expressing and falls silent a moment as though things might come to make more sense if he gave them time. They don’t.
"Where the hell are you gonna put the other two kids?“
“Who said I was gonna take them with me?”
"You would just leave your children at home alone?…“
"I wouldn’t be alone long if I had a nice lookin’ car t'meet my dates in.”
The blue eyes of the dark haired teen flash with something humorous and he snickers with a growingly toothy smile.
“Sorry, kids, daddy’s got a hot date. Ya’ll be sure to hide in the closets if you hear daddy come home early.~ He’s gotta rope this one in before they meet you.”
"Hey! I would tell them about my fuckin’ kids!“
The snickering turns into open laugher and C seems to be having difficulty maintaining his superior demeanor. This has caught the attention of a few of their peers and H begins to feel embarrassed the glances he can feel at his back that he refused to meet.
"O-h-Oh, yeah! I love kids, I have three actually! I just left the other two at home by themselves so I could come to this bar with you and this infant.” C mocks, through huffing fits.
“What the hell ever, man! Maybe they’ll both fit on my lap or something. Hell, I don’t know- I’ll strap them to the roof.” H responds dismissively.
“Okay, babe just give me one minute to tighten these straps on my illegitimate children before we take off~” C says, clearly not through with the game.
“Who said my kid ‘er illegitimate?! They have no mother! I am practically having a immaculate conception here!” The blond says, growing a bit red faced from provocation.
C, cradling the babydoll in his arms shakes his head, his teeth still showing through a confident smile.
“I can only imagine how showing up with three kids and claiming you have no idea how you ended up with them is going to go over~”
The blond boy shoots up from his seat infuriated, brandishing his assigned offspring before beginning to hit C with the doll repeatedly causing the doll to beginning a robotic crying.
“H-help! H is beating me with his mistake !”
@caustic-c
You know what guys, dont wait till you get home, cry at work. Have your crash out on company time, make them pay for your pain!
No, im fine! i saw some people crying in their tiktoks and thought, have you considered...
Monetization
I aspire to be like this woman in China that applied and was hired at several hundred jobs and then just didnt show up.
Just didnt show up and collected a pay check.
Okay, consider, there was some politician in the US that didnt show up to work for 6 months and they later found her in a care facility with dementia. If she can forget to show up for 6 months and get paid, why cant I?
I deserve it
You know what guys, dont wait till you get home, cry at work. Have your crash out on company time, make them pay for your pain!
No, im fine! i saw some people crying in their tiktoks and thought, have you considered...
Monetization
You know what guys, dont wait till you get home, cry at work. Have your crash out on company time, make them pay for your pain!
IVE BEEN ASSIGNED THE SCARLET LETTER OF SINNN (i hear ive been censored for my vulgarities. Dont they understand, i was here for the go nuts era???! The puritians cant purge me, I am what makes this app g🦄y)
It used to require effort to get the scarlet letter, when my ... other blog ... earned it through hard work and sweat, and sounds, it was like a badge of honor that read, 'even tumblr blushed when they saw this mess'
How Light got into the task force
-> X lies to C about being in school plays in order to covertly play with gender expression but stealing from the theater kids and being afraid to enter femme shops leaves X unsure of herself.
Feat.: C, Umbral, and Yoriko
Maybe Chase was right after all.
Xenial slipped the blade of scissors beneath the delicate net and a single thread caused the entire sheet of hosiery to retract like a leaf to flame.
It drew into itself along the lines of acrylic glue X had split on himself when he had been unexpectedly interrupted...
Caustic entered the room and pushed a daffodil bloom behind his ear, kissed the crown of his head, and said simply, "What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet~"
Xenial swallowed, not knowing a single line.
Not knowing a graceful way out of her lies.
She chuckled cheerlessly, smiled with an eerie unwillingness, knowing when the theater kids put on the play, Juliet's part would not be occupied by her.
Mercifully, Caustic's attention drifted to his yet undiscovered scattering of surveillance cameras, readying to deploy the next battalion of eyes and ears, waiting for L.
X did not make it her business until it occurred to her that she was running out of places to hide. Only then did she say anything, only then did she mention it to some of their would-be observees.
Text -> [U]: Hey...
Text -> [U]: Sorry... I took something when you left the door unlocked and I have ruined them before they could be returned. If you think you may get in trouble for it, I will come forward so you will not take the blame.
Fe l i x watches Caustic pace the room and pause at the window, looking out at the scene below —their late art teacher's car had been emptied of student's pieces as the rain turned into a gentle drizzle.
She wondered if the man was really dead or if there was a way to fake it so convincingly that one could escape this place...
"Did he have anything you made, Cas?"
"Not exactly." He said, moving from the window and taking his leave with only a brush of fingers over X's back as goodbye.
Xenial sat in silence, waiting for the assurance of C's departure to set in again before she picked up Penelope, the begonia that in two seasons time would be replaced by a new plant of the same name and gifted by X herself— beneath her roots was the flattened moon and star's hair pin, it glimmered in the dim light of the room even in the depth of the clay pot.
She placed it in her hair, not minding the stray dirt.
Gazing into her reflection and some part of her sighed with relief.
She sees a sliver of herself in the way one does when they look in a funhouse mirror. She runs her fingers over the rough edges of the sequins and they sparkle like stars against the backdrop of her black hair.
She thinks back to the unprompted kindness Y showed her, buying it for her when she didn't even have the confidence to go into the girl's store alone... Y didn't have to but she did, X didn't have to wear it but she did and oh... how she had wanted to... how she ached for it, if only she could have it without being seen by anyone, without the cashier casting her a condescending glance or sending her off with 'please come again, Sir'...
How she ached to be invisible, so she could see herself.
Xenial brushed her hair over to one side and let it fall around the lavender crescent moon in a black cascade that covered one eye.
She wonders if... maybe C is wrong.
F e l i city felt right.
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
Damn girl, you wrote this?
Damn girl, you wrote this?
Damn girl, you wrote this?
//I love the progression of this blog... C got gayer while I grew unashamed to have my lecherous dash out in public
// Com'ere N' FEAST YER EYES
-> X meets with F who presents him with an ultimatum, stop writing fanfiction featuring him or find a new roommate.
Feat: F, V (Virgo), and C - and 'Nameless'
An unfortunate technical glitch.
That's what they would call it— his botched murder, the mission F sabotaged…
There was more to the lead up than most would ever know about, part of that took place six months before the incident when Xenial sat across from Feng, Fatality, the Fucker in Charge…
"It's not about you."
X cast his sarcastic glare over F's shoulder, his attention on Virgo's careful diplomacy between one of his white rats and a stray cat that had been let in… by someone— it was on X's list to know who and why, it felt like a personal slight.
They should be doing this far away from here but urgency had pushed this meeting into the (mostly) empty courtyard.
"Your fanfic isn't funny, I need you to straighten up or get out."
Xenial looked Feng dead in the eye with renewed pique, knitting freshly manicured nails.
"Get out? It was my room first, you get the fuck out-!"
The chime from his phone interrupted the menace X was trying to engender— it was hard to maintain seriousness with the vintage care bears theme in the background— but the boy with the careless smile was suddenly giving him a sullen look that sent a little chill of regret up his spine.
"You can't be this dense. You can't possibly think someone wouldn't read through that, that they can't see it's about me, it's about you,
it's about our business." He said incredulously,
"Why are you doing this? Is this just one big fuck you?
I've tried to reason with you, I've tried to hear you out, I've tried to give you some grace and you make me regret it every time."
Xenial's attention had turned to the notification— "[Review Removed for Community Violation]" They would be getting 1-star later for their antiquated policies. The public had spoken, that review already had a couple hundred hits, over 40 helpfulness votes, and they still took it down. They were kowtowing to American sensibilities and X's personal review of 'Sheer-Lace-BabyDoll-Nighty' was going against the censorship regulations for feminine bodies...
Xenial tried to suppress a grin as she folded her arms, laying her head in their nest dramatically. The metal garden table was cold against her skin.
"My writing isn't that transparent," She murmured,
"I'm just venting… What I really need is to rise in the ranks… I know I could do it if I just-… If they would give me a chance. Maybe if I could get in on one of the Alpha's missions and prove myself-"
Feng sighed, the legs of his chair scraping against the concrete and grating on her ear drums.
"Uhh-Not this fuckin crap again…" He whined openly, "I've told you, they don't give a fuck about us. It's better to stay off their radar. If they think you're useful, you'll spend the rest of your life like a dog in a kennel. You will have their secrets and they'll have you on a leash."
Detecting her distraction he reached out and touched her arm.
"Do you not get it? You won't have a life anymore, your every move will be directed by them, to serve their purposes. They can't have you running rogue or you would become a liability. Maybe they put you down behind the shed then, I dunno, but least if you're working for me, you get a choice."
"They-... They could open doors for me."
"Xen, you don't exist! —Not on paper. That's a big blank check, if you know how to cash it. Think about it, we could get you everything they could ever promise but without the red tape and without their bureaucracy. You want a house? we can get you one. You want to be someone? We'll print up the documents. We can rewrite your whole history, you can be anyone you want to me. We could get you a name, an apartment, a degree…"
Feng paused, seeing Caustic exit the double doors and throw himself over the railing, heading for the greenhouse right on schedule.
"…You want a dog, we'll get you a dog."
F talked confidently but X knew he was staring down the barrel of an uncertain future as much as anyone else.
Xenial rolled her eyes and groaned petulantly.
"I'm tryin' to help you... I'm also trying to protect what's mine. If you get wrapped up in this mission shit, it's a dead end… and, I don't want to heat from any of these fancy fuckers."
"But, ...what if I could get us useful contacts?" X purred, setting doe eyes on Feng.
F gave his roommate a rather exasperated gape but then, he seemed to soften to the proposal, "I don't know… You still gotta knock it off with the A-0h-three stuff… I'm serious, no more of this Bird-bin and Phenyer or whatever it is-"
"Birdynn and Phelyur, and he's not even a main character, this is a love story and he runs a brothel for street urchins called the Come Right Inn."
The look on F's face is indescribable so Xenial knew she needed to continue.
"You see since it's staffed by the unhoused, they're uniquely well versed in making a bed out of any available surface—"
I just be wondering if its a prerequisite because there ain't a single maiden to be found around here, we're all certified HOES
I'm gonna call L maidenless in my next business email wish me luck.
-Hierophant
the cold never bothered me anyway