#abhorrcnt

[amortean]

@abhorrcnt replied to your post:

“If you’re not concerned with the whereabouts of your organs, why did you inquire to the location of your appendix?”

“Wanted to double-check if it was my appendix getting ready to rupture, or good ol’ left kidney shriveling up again.”

It is, apparently. the latter.

[amortean]

@abhorrcnt replied to your post:

“If you have a rare condition by the name of situs inversus, the appendix will be located in the lower left quadrant of your abdomen rather than lower right. But this condition may also occur to other major visceral organs, where their placements will be reversed.”

“Yeah, but that only affects, like, one in about ten-thousand people. I’m, like, the one in six-billion people who has way bigger concerns than whether or not my organs are in the right order.”

[amortean]

@abhorrcnt replied to your post:

“It depends.”

“.... on what.”

[tapedmurders]

☄ Slams this down and hopes I'm not too late because I looooove your HABIT so much tbh. Keep up your amazing writing, friend. <3

so kind of you friend! ahhhhhhh. may i take a moment to compliment you? i love love love your ruvik. so much! your writing is so eloquent, elegant and formal, such a fitting style and aesthetic for ruvik! i can hear him in your words.

[undead-toon]

@abhorrcnt

The sound of glass being stepped on was a reminder of annoyance for the undead cyborg, Argus eyes glancing around. The sound of shattering glass awoken her from a nap, altering her to the possibility of a break in at the ruins of her lab. A cartoonishly large revolver in her gloved hand, the barrel raised upwards as Peacock looks out for would be thieves to put the fear of the Trinity in them….

A sound of glass being stepped on caught her attention, Argus eyes quickly turning towards the source…..

[rottenepxch]

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The doctor was used to this- sat down, in a room with guards watching. Collararound the neck, hand cuffs to the table. He didn’t blame humanity- their ignoranceto what plagued them was not exactly their fault. However, their choice to captivatehim was their choice, and their mistake. It was a benefit-downfall. They kept him,and with waiting he would eventually cure them too. The infected, at least. Hecould sense the disease within the white walls humming with electrical camerasand the echoes of various noises from all types of beings. That was their positive.The negative was keeping him from others who needed his help.

                         They questioned him- common

Silence laced the being mocking a plague doctor, single worded answers or riddledresponses given back. He was a civilized individual, there would be no fight fromgloved hands that spread his cure, which they so poorly called death and illness themselves. A question was given- one he had heard many times before- whatwas this disease. The answer had been given already, many times. They neverunderstood, but the Doctor gave a hum noise, echoed off the semblance of porcelain mask. He spoke a fuller answer, before he would remain silence.

  ❝ –You question, however❞

               ❝ You don’t listen. I would hope by this point, perhaps,                         there would be some getting through. But, good sir,                         despite your disbelief, the cure will be given.❞

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