#antideath

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whats the rare and terrifying occasion that anti finds someone attractive like

It’s gross!

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Anti confessing his feeling to Deathwiish?

He could feel her viscous sticky tears coagulating on his fingertips ashe swept them over her cheekbones, smearing black streaks over her gutter-grayskin, pressing his thumbs into it with near-bruising force. She didn’t mind atall and, in fact, leaned into it, her aura thrumming all the while as her eyesglowed. The whites of her eyes weren’t whitesat all; they were inky, fluid, as if her eyes would liquefy and spill away withthe rest of her reflexive tears.

“You’r̵e ̴so͞ ̴di̵sgu̕st̕i͠ng, ̨m̵o͞ppet…” he hissed through grittedteeth. There was ice in his voice, but it wasn’t vicious. He was simply makinga statement, not a threat.

“II know,” she assured him, lifting her own hands and trailing them overthe back of his forearms. Her hands were cold as they dragged against his skin,tracing the muscle and the joints in his elbows and he tightened his ownagainst her face in a warning against getting too close. She stilled, herfingernails scraping his biceps just under the sleeves, and waited with apatient smile on her face.

“So̵ ̴d͜iseased…” he went on after several moments, peeling his handsaway from her skin and dragging them through tangled strands of her hair thatlay around her shoulders. “D̴ǫ y̷ou ̴re͞alize̶ ͢ẃḩat͠ yo̷u ar͞e?”

“Explaiin iit to me,” she prompted cheekily. “Descriibe just what II am.II’m ever so eager to hear!”

There were so many things he could say; he could never settle on justone.

“Y͟o͜u’r̀e͟ noth́ìn͟g͏ bu͜t a ̵şick͝ness. You̴’ré ͝f͘ilth͜. A͟͞h̶orror͠.͘ ͟A͡ ̨frea̵k,” he spat,twisting her hair tight around his fingers as he drummed them against the backof her delicate neck. Despite himself, a lopsided grin emerged as she noddedfor him to go on. “P̢ar̕ad͘ox. Puppe̡t.”

“IIsn’t everyone?”

“And ̡you’re͝ my̶ p̕lay͞ma̴te.You’rethe one ͏whó fo͏ll͘ǫws m̶y r̴ules… I ̛tell yo͝u ̷how̨ ̴to̧ ͡pla͞y.”

“II’ve told you before, Antii…II know my place,” she promised again, hervoice falling low, the sticky pitch in her eyes darkening as her pupilsdilated.

“And ͠thąt'̀s ęxa͞c̡t͝ly h͡ów̡ ̧i̛t̴ s̢ho̶u̡ld be͠. T̕hat’s̨ h͡ow ̧we̶bot̢h ̶en̶joy ơur g͡a͞me.”

(That’s the closest he’ll get to telling her anything about feelings XD)

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Ship name for Anti/DW?

I personally call it Antideath! 

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But like, also kinda adorable in a twisted way. (I ship these two, please help.)

They would be AWFUL “parents” -- I don’t think they could be called “parents” at all -- but in any case, I ship them too XD They’re sick and twisted, but they’re sick and twisted together.

[mellie-alethea-writes]

My very first writing update yayyayayay!

I’m starting to write a book with one of my best friends, probably won’t be doing much with it after we finish it. I’ll probably edit this later to add some pretty pictures and edit later, so sorry if there are mistakes. There may be some confusing stuff in the future regarding this since I can’t exactly upload my friend’s chapters. Here’s the summary I wrote up when we were first deciding what to write. Keep in mind this summary isn’t the best. Also trigger warning for murder, suicide mentions, and other dark stuff.

Natalie is an average high school girl, with normal friends and normal life. One day, a news headline pops up talking about a recent serial killer, killing a mass amount of people in the recent few weeks. The cops caught up and a “brave” newscaster drives out to where the standoff is happening, so it is all being broadcasted on the local news channel. The cops threaten to shoot if he gets any closer. Step. Step. “You can’t kill a killer without becoming one yourself.” Step. Bang. Those became his last words. At least, they should’ve been. The bullet made contact and there was lots of blood, but about an hour later he was reported to be in good condition. They start hearing about more incidents like this, even with a murder-”suicide”. Natalie is then pressured by her best friend, Serenity, to kill someone so they can live forever. Living forever with your best friend sounds awesome, but is it really worth it? 

The first chapter isn’t very exciting, just a general setup to the story.

“You’re awfully chipper.” 

“Of course, mom, I got out of school early.” Natalie slides into the back seat of their off-white Lexus and throws her backpack across the seat.

“Oh, so you don’t know why you got out either?” mom asks worriedly. 

“No, why?” Natalie shakes her head as she wraps her long, thin fingers around the seat buckle.

“Well, I did hear that it has something to do with a police situation.”

“Oh.” The buckle clicks.

“Could be a tourist. Tourists love small towns with personality.” Mom puts a draw on personality, making her sound sarcastic.

“What’s our personality, again? Oak trees, families of 5, and burnt toast?”

She chuckles. “Why burnt toast?” Mom turns off the radio.

Even better. A serial killer.

The killer steps forward again. And again.

“You’re testing me, sir.” The cop raises his gun.

“You can’t kill a killer without becoming one yourself.” Another step, then a loud bang. The cop shoots, hitting the killer directly in the chest.

“Oh.” The gunshot rings in Natalie’s ears as though she were at the scene herself.

The chapter just ends with a short introduction to her two best friends where they talk about the dude and the situation and stuff.

Ehhhhh this is so bad. I need to figure out a better way at formatting these writing updates.

[cushydiet-blog]

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[joinourfight]

Abortions can be stopped if they’re illegal. We just need to teach our children right and stamp out this silly idea.

[cladinacape]

Let's get this straight. You can be prolife and be nice. You can be pro choice and be a dick about it. If someone's prolife don't hate on them, they could be a kind hearted person. If someone's prochoice don't assume they're someone to follow. Don't hate the label. Hate the individuals for spoiling it for the others. I'm prochoice personally. But at least I can see this is a problem.