#mcnomaniametus

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@mcnomaniametus / plotted starter / edward

"You don't. Eat meat."

They're echoing Jonathan's words back to him. Expression: eyes wide, lips forming a pained smile, and their eye gives the slightest twitch.

Edward analyzed the building, how to best enter the deathly apartment complex. Admittedly, it was fun. They love a good puzzle. One with higher stakes? Even better. Thrilling, in fact. They almost want to thank Jonathan for the challenge in getting to him. Almost. But that would imply it truly was a challenge, and for Edward? Well, of course not. Too easy.

At least, that's how it felt until they got in and presented Jonathan with homemade beef stroganoff. And Jonathan said: I don't eat meat.

Suddenly, they feel like it was far too much effort. Suddenly, they can feel themself spiraling. Suddenly, they feel like a failure.

"Right."

Turning their back to Jonathan, they walk over to the nearby window. The one they entered just moments ago. Unlock it. Open it. Unceremoniously, they chuck the entire casserole dish out. Someone from below shrieks as the sound of glass breaks. Edward closes the window. Turning back to Jonathan, they dust off their hands and shrug emphatically. "Nevermind!" they exclaim in a shrill voice, accompanied by a hollow laugh.

Normal behavior from a normal man.

[blckfckinmsk-archive]

"When you die, can I have your bones? I would prefer all of them, but will settle for your teeth or spinal column if I must."

───────  ·  ·     ⨟ "No. If I come back I need all of my fucking bones."

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

"Do you want to talk about it?" From the best worst psychiatrist, Dr. Crane, this is either a good or bad decision.

"Ah fuck. Are you a shrink or something??"

Angel returns the question with a question. He ain't into talking about feelings or personal trauma. If the young man hadn't spoken his darkest shit to his own boyfriend he wouldn't be open towards someone he's only met two seconds ago.

[qu-tipie]

"I promise you it's okay to be quiet sometimes."

" Awww am I bein' too damn distractin' today? I thought you were good workin' under pressure or liked when things scream? What does this one do? I mean its boiling down to an extract... but couldn't you just raise the temp. to this to burn off the residual?"

[brokentoys]

@mcnomaniametus replied to this post with . . . Jonathan 'smallest of peens' Crane is just, "Well aren't you just blessed and fortunate!" With an extra dash of salt.

❝ When it comes to my big brain, & my big penis, I do feel quite blessed ! I'd even go as far as to say I'm God's favorite. ❞ Does he notice the bitterness in Jonathan ? Highly likely. But he also loves to brag. ❝ But don't feel too bad, you probably have an easier time wearing cute skirts & dresses than I do ! ❞

[katana-rama]

"What's the loudest you've ever screamed?"

"The loudest?" Wade repeated, sounding almost as though he was reminiscing. He paces around in his cell, secured by that lovely jacket that encouraged him to hug himself real tight and some chains to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. He seemed not to give too much notice to it, letting out a soft hum. "You're asking for my greatest hits but do you know how many Oscars I've put out? There was the one time I had to go hunting the Jolly Green Giant for wee little tiny blood sample. I'd rather kick the bucket than square up to the Hulk again. Then that one time Blind Al put my hand in hot water so I'd piss myself - dreamed that happened in front of my entire middle school graduating class. Let's also not forget Sabretooth begging for me to scream nice and pretty for him ( though he seemed really pissed off I did just that ; men, give up what they want and they're still not happy, am I right? )"

He stops his pacing, tilting his head as he sized up this Dr. Crane. "I'd give some lip about how you look closer to America's Most Wanted than a psychiatrist Doc, but hey.. who am I to judge.. my last shrink was Dr. Bong and he wore a dumbass bell for a mask. Head. Thing. Whatever. I can be open minded. But why don't we start with some lazy questions like about my mother? I'm not the kind of girl to start kissing on the first date, if you catch my drift."

[irascorn]

mcnomaniametus:

The good doctor, leaning on his scythe and wrapped in his Scarecrow rags and burlap and ropes- straw sticking out every so often, and from under his wide-brimmed hat aesthetic value of it- just snorts. "I'm trying to be polite," he drawls. "You should be honored. Normally I am much more violent towards people encroaching on my space." He looks around, sizing the area up. This is not the first time he's done so. "You see, my last lab was compromised by the GCPD when they raided it and this place is good enough. Until I find something better."

“honored.” the word is repeated as if it were a joke he had to say a few times in order to really get the punchline. except he wasn't laughing.

now that he has his sights on the other man, cain takes the time to study them properly. despite the strange appearance, what first catches his eye is the scythe they lean on. he notes that while they may appear thin and with little muscle, not that their costume showed much in the way of skin, it would take strength to be able to wield something like that as a weapon. if it was a weapon and not just a cheap prop.

it was strange but cain wasn't in any position to judge.

“you're a wanted man.” it's not so much a question as it is a statement.

[mad-hunts]

for the 'how well do you know barton' quiz, @mcnomaniametus (jon) scored 3 points.

❝ interesting... very interesting. you know, how is it that you did better than me on your quiz? because i don't know about you, but something about this ain't sitting with me right. ❞ barton pointed at the scoreboard for jonathan's results and let out an exaggerated, but uncertain hum.

it was almost as if he really wanted the other to know he was suspecting him of foul play. (BYEEE i hope i was able to make you at least chuckle a bit with this photo, because i definitely did 💀)

❝ are you sure you didn't get any help on this quiz? or, am i just upset that i somehow have to come to terms because you got one more point than me in this online quiz? ❞ barton thought about that for a moment before shaking his head, ❝ nah, it couldn't be that second thing... that would be too petty — even for me. ❞