ranboo playing some backrooms game for stream today… yknow i may have a suggestion for who he could play it with
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ranboo playing some backrooms game for stream today… yknow i may have a suggestion for who he could play it with
Environmental storytelling (the knees of my Reagent's jumpsuit have patches on them where they needed to be repaired from constantly getting worn out)
@tenebriism asked:
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞ // from Zenos~ c; Testing the waters... not the Thancred waters, but you get it.
Hikari hated to admit it. Desperation would look lovely on him, if she could see straight. "Oh, bless yer heart," she drawled, placing her palm on his chest and having her ashen-tinted fingertips radiate a rancorous heat. To get too close to the sun, to let it burn you, willingly. Was this what he wanted? Closeness? Pain? Her lips curl into a sneer. "Y'think beggin' fer me t'cry out fer you will give you the deliverance y'want, Zenos?" After all you've done? All you've left t'atone for?
She angles her body just so. Though only her fingertips press against his clavicle and pectorals, the force behind them... palpable, measured, and controlled. She'd half a mind to tease him with the concept of melting him down into nothing, but she didn't have such malice in her heart. A passing thought, nothing more. She gets close to his face, using her other hand to wrap delicately along his collar and bring him down to her level. Just barely, the tip of her nose makes the briefest brush against his own.
"Does it ache, Zenos?" She questions, cinnamon-breath like smoke. She enunciates every word, drawing it out, letting it sting. "How does it feel, knowin' I'll never need you as much as you need me?" Or do y'wish t'beg a li'l more, an' prove m'point for me.
haha. hey. sniles sneetly.
brín post before I go to bed for moral support... she looks a lot like her mother but her eyes are so distinctly her father's that whenever she meets someone who knows him they'll go "Ah, you must be [father]'s girl!" This is fine except for the fact that it bothers her a bit sometimes because his eyes are cold, hollowed. She doesn't want to end up like him.
im the spevcialest fucking boy right now. just so you know.
Kazuhira Miller. If you're going to break yourself on a chopper, you are going to ride bitch. I will not have you getting hurt!
With all due respect, Boss, I'm pretty sure that's your fault—I mean, you're supposed to be helping me out with this thing. You're a bad teacher, that's all. . .
. . . Wait a second, what am I even saying? I'm definitely not riding. . . bitch. This was all my idea, anyway! You. . . that isn't fair. alwaysstealingmythunder.
—Is this payback for the all the jokes about your codename? Are you trying to teach me a lesson? Because I would agree to brawling it out in the showers again before getting on the back of that thing.