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[goatmasks]

⛔🌈☀️ because we’re in the stabby world together <3

relationship types

⛔ reluctant friends 🌈 developing friendship ☀️ friends of circumstance

good company is hard to come by out in the fog! ghostface and the legion would’ve ended up gravitating towards each other sooner or later, one way or the other - no one else really knows how to have fun around here. i am curious how susie and danny’s relationship develops separate from the others. there’s safety in numbers. what’s susie like without that? more or less comfortable? would she feel like she needs to prove herself? hmmm :)c

[anarkissm]

continued from here. @neonswirls​

joey shrugs. “wanted to show you first.”

the wires hang off of susie's baggy sleeves, gathered against her chest; her voice is pitched like a bell, silvery with something that might have been joy. and joey thinks they can unclench their jaw, now.  as if joey was waiting for her optimism. as if joey forgets that it is even an option, here.

anger is easier than grief or terror or pain. joey thinks that it has a taste, now, like the mist of blood that spills into their clothes when they are slashing and slashing and slashing. coppery. wet. maddening. a horrible god cursing in their mind.

maybe this is a reward for their brutality.

joey doesn’t fucking know.

"then let's do it,"  the grin is obvious in joey’s voice, the muffled rumble of laughter. joey feels their own pulse spike, anticipation red-hot in their veins. “we still got mortal kombat, right? just you watch, suz, i’m a pro.”

[goatmasks]

“Hey Ghosti. Outta all the killers, who gets under your skin the most? Besides… iunno, us if we count somewhere on that list.” The Legion, she means. “It’s the Freddy and Clown for me. One just screams ‘creep’ and the other is just gross.”

     “Whaaaat? Clown is a big softie, you know. Aren’t you kids also into booze and junk food? You guys have a lot in common. Maybe you should try to get to know him.”

    (Wouldn’t that be fun. Maybe he’ll make that into his next pet project. It shouldn’t be too hard to orchestrate a confrontation - if the Legion’s good at anything, it’s escalation. Once they start daring each other, they don’t stop. And their recklessness makes them such perfect targets. Jeffrey wouldn’t be able to resist. Yeah, he’ll shelve that idea for later.)

     “I gotta admit, I’m bit surprised.” He shifts so the black pits of his mask are staring directly at her. His voice remains casual, conversational, a little bit puzzled. Perfectly innocent. “You didn’t even mention Ji-woon.”

[daedhard-a]

@neonswirls​.  “You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” :o

                            ❛ you’re wrong about tha’. ❜   king had no illusions of grandeur, he thought himself less than most of the general population, actually. but there was one way in which he thinks himself superior. and its situations like this, fights, trials, situations that he can fight tooth and nail to get out of, if only just given the chance.  ❛ difference between me, an’ all the other decaying organic matta tha’ ya go up against... i’ll beat the shit outta ya the moment i get a chance. ‘ave a proper fuckin’ dust up, swear down.  ❜