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$LAYYYTER
Kiana Khansmith
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Cosmic Funnies
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Noah Kahan
if i look back, i am lost
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Jules of Nature
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@cutlro
❝ that’s grim. ❞ wrinkles up her nose. ❝ tell me that doesn’t really happen.❞
he shrugged and uttered a little passive sound. ❛there are worse ways of dying. ❜ his head rolls slightly so he could absently examine his shoe. ❛ i haven’t actually been through that, but i’ve seen it. ❜ by making it happen to others...
( open. )
❛ ---- eventually you just swallow your tongue, and die like a fish. ❜
she laughed, setting down her knife and reaching over to dip her fork into the mashed potatoes, a little under cooked but still edible. it truly hadn’t been the worst food she’d ever eaten, the man in front of her was just – odd. knowing better than to talk with her mouth full, she swallowed and put down all utensils, pressing her forearms against the table as she grinned, “you know, this ain’t the only part of the cow I’ve eaten, I eat it’s stomach lining, cheeks, brains, tongue…” dolores was certain she had painted a nice picture, “it’s all very delicious.”
that shit-eating expression on her face may have irked him more than the steak. it all looked too raw, bleeding out between them. oozing onto the sides cluttering her plate. even the steamed veggies a few seats down looked unappealing--- but maybe his appetite was just soiled beyond all means. she was going to eat it anyway, with that stupid fucking grin on her face. ❛ if you’re trying to repulse me further... i think i’ve already hit my limit. ❜
( open. )
❛ acapulco is supposed to be great this time of year. ❜ he’s thinking about tropics now instead of blood stained snow and ice fishing huts. three days room and board, my ass.
licking chapped lips and tasting iron as eyes filled with ire moved up slowly to take in the man wielding a hunter’s knife before him. knox had been in this position before, like a moth to a flame trouble continued to ride on his shoulders. a million and one remarks passed through his head ;; neon signs but he ignored them all. what words could be said now? words weren’t going to unbind him. instead, knox spat blood at the man as lips curled over teeth stained red in a snarl.
❝ fuck you. ❞
he had asked a question before bruising his knuckles against the guy’s face. a refresher to the refresher, and here he was again being lenient with the blade... about to ask for the--- how many times had it been? ❛ it’s easy as pie, kid. just tell us where you got your information and--- ❜ he stopped abruptly when the spatter hit the front of his blue collared shirt. he scowled like it had been directly aimed in his face.
❛ that’s fucking disgusting, you know that? ❜
she could hear the meat sizzle as it made her way toward her. steak would hit the spot just right, keep her warm in this shit weather. dolores was never supposed to travel this far north, her genetics wasn’t built for this type of weather, and yet here she was, freezing her ass off. her steak knife and fork are positioned in her hands, she cuts off a piece of steak and chews it, swallowing it a few seconds later. ❝ thank god, right? ❞
he eyeballed what was set down in front of her with a noticeable amount of disgust. he had stuck with coffee. and a water to the side--- which hadn’t really been touched. maybe it was the ice that unsettled him. no one thinks to clean out the ice trays. ❛ i can’t believe you’re eating that. it’s like--- got food poisoning written all over it. ❜ he had skimmed he menu for something as safe as a salad but the closest thing they had was some sort of fish-taco and there was no way he was settling for that.
( looking back at my old wrenchers fanfic that never saw the light of day. )
‘ you outta at least try it out. maybe you wouldn’t be such a grounch if you did. ‘
❛ i--- i doubt that. ❜
( open. )
❛ do you ever fucking knock? ❜
"He had it coming."
( crime themed starters --- accepting. )
❛ did you really have to--- ❜ he motions to his face. ❛ --- though?? ❜
Crime themed starter sentences
Includes drug and violence tw, a mix of which muse is the criminal, if not both.
“Your mother would be ashamed of you.”
“C’mon, the cops are stupid, they’ll never catch us.”
“The car’s a piece of junk anyway, they’re not gonna miss it.”
“Carry on the way you’re going and you’re gonna end up in prison.”
“I’m not that much of a scumbag, I don’t steal from old ladies.”
“One last score, then we’re out of the game, what do you say?”
“I’m only doing this because I need to pay my dealer.”
“Prison? Occupational hazard.”
“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”
“So you’re a drug runner or a drug dealer?”
“Prison ain’t too bad, you’ve got a bed and they feed you.”
“I get all tingly when you break into cars like that.”
“I do it for the thrill – and to fund my drug habit.”
“Did you kill him/her?”
“I never meant to hurt anyone!”
“I needed the money, what else could I do.”
“We grew up around criminals, of course we became them.”
“What kind of example are you setting for your kids?”
“I grew up, you probably should too.”
“He had it coming.”
“I just gave him his final warning.”
“I’m calling the cops!”
“I’m passionate about two things, bank robbery and you.”
“I’m a street rat, but I’m good at it.”
“Dealing in an alley, classy as ever.”
“If you don’t have my money, you know I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
“Bonny and Clyde made this look so much more glamorous.”
“One day we’ll be rich and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
“That’s not your wallet is it?”
“So I got in a fight, they owed me money.”
vex0:
im not a boy or a girl im an existential nightmare
cont’d from xx
@cutlro
Dolores sat back in her seat, laughing at how angry he had gotten. She did need some dinner entertainment, her hotel room down the street had shitty reception so this was the best she could do in this crummy town. ❝ Well, I’m not wrong. ❞
he could probably do better than this shit-show presented on tattered wax tablecloth. coffee was gritty and bitter (bitter wasn’t a problem but...), and it was as if the back right leg of his chair had been purposely sawed down one half of an inch shorter than the others so it wobbled if he even barely budged an inch. picky. petty. ❛ you don’t know me. ❜
friend: how are you
me: oh boy. Hah. Well. *takes a seat* wooowie. Well. *leans very far back in seat* Anyways how are you?
there’s a sigh, lungs emptying air in a rattle as dark eyes trail up to the man speaking. already off to a rough night, knox found himself wanting to spit his blood-filled saliva right in the fucker’s face.
❝ fuck you. ❞
he hadn’t always been a connoisseur of sharp objects but the new found hobby had become something nice, and addictive. this one, the knife he pulled out of his pocket was some kind of silver hunting blade with one end being smooth for the skin--- and the other serrated for anything in between.
❛ hey hey hey--- ❜ he tuts, ❛ where are your manners?? ❜
