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fastsatisfactions replied to your post “feralities replied to your post “if mr. byrd wants to answer your...”
it was quinn who gave him the knife wasn't it
haven’t managed to get close enough yet to check. if anyone’s got any info i’d like to thank that gift giver for some very fancy slices cross my legs
9. A trait or talent they envy in others.
Caspian wants what other people have, even if he’s not sure what he’d do with it once he got it.
He thinks of easy conversation, a voice that ebbs and flows like water, and a smile that lights up a room. Caspian knows life isn’t easy for Misha by any definition of the word, but sometimes he thinks of that charm and feels jealousy ache low in his stomach. He wonders what it’s like to be someone special.
fastsatisfactions replied to your post “okay okay so last week it was doors goin missin and this week am havin...”
tmi
sounds like a you problem
mulch-and-more replied to your post “okay okay so last week it was doors goin missin and this week am havin...”
at least you have a nose, ive been sweeping settling spores for hours
ill be level with ya i dont know what this means mate
weapon for every occasion
36. Cannibalism.
Aud learned by example: eat with your hands; let it melt on your tongue; know what it means.
It’s about sincerity, apparently; stomaching the clump of dirt for the sake of whatever craft you’re working. Aud thinks it’s about manners. Your work in the ground, the ground in you.
It seemed sacred; dirtflesh, realflesh, wordflesh, joined and cleaved in any number of tiny, stubborn rituals. Seemed. If it can be destroyed by repetition, it deserves to be destroyed by repetition. Aud falls in a crowd, and pitches face first into the dirty street.
She pushes herself off the ground; plucks her tongue out of the mud and gravel; knows what it means.
1. What Are They Going To Do Arrest Me? I Was Part Of The Performance. This Is Art.
2. Free Slushies At My House But Only For You
3. Sure If You Want.
4. Can I Paint Your Nails For You?
[ @fastsatisfactions asked: MEME NIGHT: 48. Fear of the known.
Dinari already knows when doesn’t really care how or why. Most of the dirty business is spent laughing at prescriptions and denying plausibility. It’s easy to hide in bathrooms, a grim reaper behind the shower curtain. It’s already known.
Tonight though, as if to punish his apathy, or question his comfort, the known takes its form as a gloved figure in the dark washing blood from a hunting knife with cold grace. And Dinari lay flat as roadkill against the tub, holding his breath and thanking the cartoon fishes in the otherwise transparent curtain for obscuring his vision. ]
31. Trading morals for instant gratification.
Quinn’s one true rule is to never ferry an unaccompanied child if possible. They do not oft understand the weight of transgressions within her doors. But in a moment of base depravity under their Dark Star; when the line between Master and Cabbie is thin; Quinn throws this rule out the window.
It is a mouthy little thing. All four foot four of it. Eager to tell its stories to a willing ear. Fantastical adventures that hold no truth. A Father that keeps dragons and a Mother in shining armor. A sister that is some-days Sasquatch and others not.
She feels the burn of an dissatisfying meal; an angry kind of turn of her stomach as the lies settle deep and quickly fester.
When she opens the door and lets the small creature waddle its way from the backseat clutching all six of its hands around the straps of its bag; she can’t help but press her head hard against the steering wheel.
Not a mistake she will make again so soon.
