#((first post back))

[stanbullseye]

mha tweet hcs （≧∇≦）(p1)

is it obvious i don’t use twitter

also like 70% of these are denki i’m so sorry i think i was possessed

forgot to mention the misspelt socrates is on purpose because let’s be for real rn

[funny-plurality-is]

funny plurality is our Two and Four from TPOT fighting over what cake at stake intro is better

and X is just in the corner watching

this is funny plurality!

[cloistered-collecton]

“Tell me- no, hush- I have a question for you, and I want an answer. Would this be easier for you if it looked like I was enjoying it? If I was laughing, grinning, mocking you, smiling about how much I like doing this to you? Because at least then it would make sense, right?"

"Then you could try and tell yourself that eventually, I’ll be satisfied, or I’ll stop having fun, and this will end. You could understand that perhaps I’m somewhat like you, a person who enjoys something, a woman playing with a toy. You could desperately convince yourself that eventually everyone gets tired of playing with a toy, and moves on to do something else."

"Thing is, I don’t think it would be easier. I think the fact that I’m not pretending is a kindness. I am more honest with you right now then with anyone else. I do enjoy this, so very very much, and it is far kinder to you that I am not pretending that I'm still the person you thought I was, while I do it."

"Because I could smile at you. I could bring back all the open expressions, gentle warmth, and soft confidence. I could give you the joy filled little laughs that made your heart skip a beat. I could whisper the coy little teasing phrases that made you shift in your seat."

"But nothing would actually change. I’d keep doing every single thing that I'm doing, exactly the same. All I’m doing by leaving all that artifice you so loved at the door, is making it easier for you to separate the woman who whisked you away, and the monster that is hurting you so. But they aren’t different, and we both know that."

"So tell me: Do you want me to smile at you?”

[scribbleyy]

Looey!!! 😙

[yourlocalenthusiast]

Wow. Being alive is so weird

[saintlarue]

* / @symbion / HUMOR CREEPS UP ON HER LIKE A SPOUT RELEARNING ITS ROLE: like a trickle, the sprinkles of a laugh work their way up her throat. for a moment it becomes stuck, plastering itself against her tongue as she sips from her cup -- it escapes as a sputter. it escapes cruel and displaced, misplaced in the fragmented time of conversation. his threat hangs in the air as if held up by a string. the Saint ( ! ), she assumes that it is her fault that it arrived: her own threat [ I am certain that I will push you from myself, someday... ] sits hollow between air and armchair. the promise of platonic removal, as if the plan to snip his friendship from Her was already being formulated, their relationship made discardable. in an instant, she realizes that she does not mean this. she had brought her glass to her mouth, red meeting red, liquid fruited and sour down her throat.

HE SPOKE AFTER A PAUSE, AS IF HE CONSIDERED HER THREAT, REGARDED IT AS MOMENTARILY TRUE. anticipatory cruelty fills her throat the moment his mouth opens, divinity from his holy maw. ❝ you see: I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave... ❞ he brings his glass to his mouth again, a moment passing as long as a held breath.

❝ -- and even then, we might need to negotiate. ❞

THE VAMPIRISTIC WOMAN, HER INABILITY TO TAKE HIM TRUTHFULLY. her laugh leaves, finally, bitter in taste. wine - tart and red on her tongue, she rises from her chair, reaches over to lift his plate ( cleared off, damn him. ) along with hers; her footsteps to the kitchen are light. the plates clatter in the sink, her sigh following glass tinkling.

❝   that's funny, Henry.  ❞ when she returns to the dining area, her fingers wrap around her abandoned glass. she brings it to her chest and glances towards him, then holds his gaze: a silent, childish dare. ❝   i would rather you not tether me to your existence, at least not in this life.  ❞ in an instant, she turns her humor on its head and becomes serious. her mouth twists downwards, then upwards, then downwards again. ❝   i would rather not have to wrestle with the idea of becoming a bird, desperate for escape... promise me you'll not become a cage in this friendship. we are allies, we're not chained together...

... you can stay the night, if you'd like, though. ❞

[todaysromano]

07.25.2023

Today, Romano rose from the grave. He is now trying to figure out what's happening in this world.

[ask-akademi]

Delinguents i have a Question... Would you guys date eactother?