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[vitalphenomena]

@handspike // tommy

"Try it. I think this will be good for you. Try it."

[monstyrigone]

@handspike continued !!

[ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; i mean the mark on my chest goob [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; you know, where i've got the ink and it always looks so gnarly? [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; it feels like a constant paper cut, but like [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; a really really big one

[janedoez]

could solve all the problems of the world, that pie. ― ( NO LONGER ACCEPTING! ) ↬ @handspike . . . from reggie .

❝  ― now you're just bein' dramatic. shakespearean.  ❞ calamity's laugh mingles with the jingle of the convenience store bell that signals their arrival. she pushes the door with enough umph that it'll stay open long enough for reggie to pass through without getting hit. ❝  doesn't sound bad, though. little gas station pocket pie.  ❞

her feet are screaming from within the haphazardly tied sneakers she's wearing. a night of work has generated both a ravenous hunger within her and a solid payout in her pocket ― more than enough for whatever kind of gourmet gas station meal she's desiring. reggie had met her outside the club . . . a beyond welcome surprise after hours of placating her coworkers and clients alike. she isn't quite ready to fade out of existence yet. the night is still young ! they got curbs to sit on and slurpees to drink.

calamity grabs one of the teeny tiny apple pie tastykakes and tosses it backhand in reggie's direction. then, she grabs a baked cherry for herself.

❝   i'm gonna get a taquito too. and one of those lime slushies so i can turn my tongue green.   ❞ fur coat is shrugged further up her shoulders as she inspects the sizes of said slushie cups. as she grabs one to fill, she peers back over in reggie's direction. ❝   i made out like a bandit tonight. whatever you want is on moi.   ❞

[griefpains]

𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙚!

@handspike

[stagborne]

❝ i  think  if  you  stay,  something  bad  will  happen.  i  think  i  might  hurt  you.  ❞ reg ❤️

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

He wants to laugh, but he can already imagine the way confusion might twist on her face and ruin her incorruptible naivety, tragically lost to his malice and altering something between them. He wants to say no, Reggie, if you stay, I will hurt you – because it would have been the most honest he’s ever been in front of her. He wants to shed himself of his skin and unravel his thoughts for her to tangle herself in. How she might be strangled on the entrails of his cruelty, always victim to another and to herself if she abandoned her faith in a monolith shaped in the wings of Will’s guardianship. He would devour her and that guilt-stricken piety.

He’s less than honest. Will thinks even if he did manifest a certain degree of truthfulness, she wouldn’t run from him. Where would she go? Who would she go to? They shared the same self-destructive passion, didn’t they? Drowning in the pink mist of their morbid minds. He was not scared of what might happen with her or because of her. It was an inevitability he welcomed. He did not think she would like this version of his honesty. It was an outcome he had considered when he let her live that night in the forest when Trent revealed himself.

“You’re not going to hurt me, little bird.” His words are not condescending. Only fond as they always have been with her. He did not harness his cruelty against her, as it was not a weapon he had to unsheathe with her; only varnished was a terrible fondness. A darkness that felt binding and familiar. To her, to Trent – both existing somewhere in the confines of his mind. “You're a shrike and I am offering you a larder, an extended hand of kinship.” Eternally. “The prey your mind has conjured is picketed carefully on the barbs of your weariness. You will not hurt me because you have no reason to. We’re conjoined by the same prevalent cause. Your life, Reg. I am your friend.”

[mcrtuarium]

@handspike liked for small thing

"hey,  you,"  he  gives  her  a  crooked  smile,  "my  grandma  made  some  chicken  pot  pie,  thought  you'd  maybe  want  to  eat  your  lunch  with  me."  he'd  already  heated  it  up,  so  it  should  still  be  mostly  warm.

[kckassed]

random starters accepting. @handspike

"be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains."

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