#realitv

[pauruserart]

just two gals in a dating show sharing all their secrets and being vulnerable with each other 'cause they're not gay <3

(my #REALITV ocs)

[murdershaped]

@realitv | asked: HI KIDS! ARE YOU TIRED OF BEING LONELY? ARE YOU PATHETIC AND FRIENDLESS AND DOES YOUR OWN FAMILY WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU? DOES YOUR SIBLING THINK YOU ARE USELESS? DOES YOUR FATHER HATE YOU? BILLY MAYS HERE TO TELL YOU THAT FOR ONLY FIVE PAYMENTS OF 69.69 MADE OVER 5 DAYS, YOU CAN ACHIEVE GREATNESS IN THE EYES OF ALL WITH MY SELF-HELP BOOK 'SLICE AND DICE FOR THE SOUL.' THAT'S RIGHT! ONLY FIVE PAYMENTS OF 69.69. WRITE TO SORCERER I.C.U PEE AND ENCLOSE YOUR GOLD TO BECOME WORTH SOMETHING TODAY!

Lonely ??? Why be interested in such petty things as company of others ??? The only presence of others Orin appreciated was the ROTTING CARRIONS that died by their blade. The worms and flies were the sole living things which the changeling could tolerate as they wiggled and devoured every piece of meat of the kill. How long Orin could remain there, watching as piece by little piece their insides were eaten away and their flesh ROTTED. What additional company should interest Orin ??? Those who gasped and gagged at the mere thought of viscera ??? How foolish a notion.

Even their prodigal blood-kin could NEVER UNDERSTAND the true beauty of slicing and cutting. How dull, how plain their murders were. Offerings without the slightest bit of thought, their gray matter too tangled around thoughts of their OWN SUPPOSED GREATNESS and praise from voices which did not matter. Their company was IRRELEVANT, and so was every other soul. All they were there for was to be plucked, harvested in Bhaal's name with the level of artistry ONLY ORIN WAS CAPABLE OF.

" Your measly attempt at mockery will not serve you here. There's NO APPROVAL NOR COMPANY which interests me. No voices are necessary, only the singing of my blade and the chorusing of screams bring me any joy. "

[tricksire]

@realitv​ replied to your post: you write this and i flashback to me drunk in a cinema watching this last year screaming jellicle cats with my friends and the whole audience at a midnight showing and realise this was what the mass media intended

[00111110]

...>the advantages of a shared network include programs he,  <...not willingly media...>,  categorizes just because having a messy code really,  reeeeaally,  irked him.  Consider a path,  now consider an obstacle meandering in your way when you you’re wasting milliseconds of time trying to navigate the mundane moralities attached to an unnecessary existence.  His lips twitch,  call it a security protocol when he feels their presence nearby.  Don’t get flattered and equate it to emotion because this wasn’t hate,  this wasn’t even annoyance,  this was just plain unnecessary but YET !!!  <...we are not in kansas anymore...>     “So,  cut the shit,  Media.   Choose a look that makes you feel the mostest.  And come. Out.”</...come></...out></...here>

@realitv​

[godsmiled-a]

                             WHAT IS IT THEY SAY ?  sunflower tinted lenses reflect the bright desert sun, they’re watching, waiting. he knew when they arrived, could feel it in their core.   VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR ! the god before them shifts, he smiles, something slick and wet even in carefully pressed yellow suit. there’s blood stained on his collar, he wonders if the cameras pick it up, if the light brings it out like lipstick printed kisses, or if it’s a blur, a smear of crimson just below his right ear.  SMILE YOU’RE ON CAMERA. he giggles at the thought, as if he hasn’t been smiling this whole time ! even before they arrived !  strexcorp synernists inc demands it.  they are above all, a Smiling God.  ( it does not remember it’s name, it has been so long since it had a proper one. )    

                            “ oh ! ”   delicate fingers nudge glasses down, exposing the void of eyes, stars flickering in the empty space, gaze flickering over glamour.   “ is that a new face ? ”   he hasn’t seen this one. though really, he doesn’t make a habit of bumping into them when he can help it. he does as he’s told, and keeps his head down. the bluffs keeps him fed, and he scratches their back in return.   “ how lovely ! ”   smile widens, exposing teeth too sharp, too many in number beneath the stretch of lips and angry red scar tissue.

( * @realitv ⇢  ❤ ‘d  ) 

[healieas]

@realitv takes a hammer and Fixes the Baby.

[tricksire]

Gleefully setting about on some light arson. “ Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do! Jellicles do and Jellicles would! Jellicles would and Jellicles can! Jellicles can and Jellicles do! ”

blessed starter for @realitv​

[00111110]

nobody in american gods: technical boy:  ...MOTHER, I CRAVE VIOLENCE                             ...AREN’T YOU TIRED OF BEING NICE?                             ...DON’T YOU JUST WANT TO GO APESHIT???