Wa Wa Waaaaaa
[The Good, the Bad and the Ugly intensifies.]

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@foxengrin
Wa Wa Waaaaaa
[The Good, the Bad and the Ugly intensifies.]
“…”
Gives the eyebrows of shame.
Swings around like a spider on a sugarhigh.
Looms from above.
Busts in doors to heaven like ‘this a stickup.’
ethixal replied to your post:
we get it. your nephew is cool :l
Cool? He’s miles ahead of you, boy, he learned from the finest. No need to get all jealous.
Bet y’can’t even twirl a knife, let alone hold it with the state you’re in. What good are you?
I don’t normally do this, but--
Use the letters of your muse’s first name to describe their personality. Tag five people after you’re done.
Tagged by: @ethixal
K iller E gregious N ihilistic N asty Y appy
Tagging: everyone.
humanwrath replied to your post:✯ jesus take the wheel
………. steps on u
He’s quick to swing to safety and attach himself against a nearby wall, sadly at the loss of his beloved hat. Little shit probably stepped on it, too. Kenny probably deserved that, but the old man’s stubborn when it comes to accepting blame.
“OI, watch what you’re fuckin’ doin’--!” A huff, that’d been close. “Y’might get someone killed.”
✯!!!
✯ for a compliment
He takes a moment, really staring at the man they still called commander, that kind of false hero some were foolish enough to admire. He knows he’s not all that; he’s not delusional enough to see himself as any kind of hope. It’s no better than the blind leading the blind, and judging by the look of things– they were all entirely unaware. What a stupid concept.
“Y'know, I’ve seen a lot in my time. To be a professional bullshitter you gotta be a certain kinda man. Takes a lotta…” He’s twirling his hand as he thinks of the word he’s looking for, and is quick to find it, his hand closes as he grasps the thought. “–charisma, confidence, practice, knowledge on how people work– your audience– works. I’ve seen some doozies where I come from, some real conartists, but you take the cake, Smith.”
A scoff.
“…can see why they chose you for the job.”
✯ jesus take the wheel
✯ for a compliment
He stands before the beast and he can’t help but feel a little intimidation as he’s veiled in shadow, never too fond of anything bigger than him, but he doesn’t let it show. He’s heard talk, the thing’s barely a threat, a softie, no fun at all.
…but maybe, just maybe, something could get this ball running, cause a little chaos. And so, the old man’s clearing his throat, speaking in a tone a little more suitable for the creature-- a loud and obnoxious yell that’s sure to be heard.
“Y’KNOW WHAT, TINY–”
“YOU’D BE GOOD FOR STOMPIN’, IF YOU DID Y’JOB RIGHT!”
Send me a ✯ for a compliment from my muse.
“–and then I killed him.”
“. . .my boys concussed ya real good, huh?”
Rumor has it your sister is sexy
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He’s a dead man, no woman’s beauty is going to save him from that.
“Don’t matter if it’s true, it’s about time I fuckin’ fixed up your face for good.”
Attention everyone, @foxengrin is a giant bully.
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She's decided to plant some particularly annoying weeds at his grave. They're known to be very difficult to remove. An apology is uttered, but she's not particularly sorry. Regardless, she can't help feeling somewhat dismal.
It’s a quiet and lonely space, eerily so, with almost every potential mourner for the man already long dead. The weeds were bound to overgrow within a few months; they were the kind of company no one would tend to, for a grave that’d surely be forgotten outside of the occasional curious talk. Even then, words fade, stories die out, and he rests with a legacy he’d never particularly wanted, along with a long list of regrets and a dream unfulfilled.
He’d lay with the only company he was worthy of, now. It was fitting, suited– two very different kinds of weeds now thriving together. In death, only then does he give life. Nothing at all like when he’d lived.
As for the thought itself, he doesn’t know why anyone in their right mind would bother.
soldiersregret replied to your post:
“That was yesterday, old man. Go sit down.”
There’s no way in hell he’s sitting down, he’s just getting started.
“Nahhhh. Y’ know, there’s such a thing as bein’ fashionably late, kid. Who gives a damn what day it is, anyways?”