[ txt. ] hey, do you wanna play love each other forever with me?
( txt. ) theodora , we are literally married.

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[ txt. ] hey, do you wanna play love each other forever with me?
( txt. ) theodora , we are literally married.
📝 + yellowjackets.
tbf, i haven't seen yellowjackets yet (i know, i know) but based on vibes, maybe shauna or lottie?
send me “📝 + (fandom)” and i’ll reply with a character i would rp from that fandom. @undeyth
✞ · @undeyth : / &. / continued from here.
“done with you? yes.” the reply comes from helena fast and without a second thought, precise like the bolts she shoots in the nighttime. theodora is neither an enemy nor a target of hers, if helena is really being serious; she has bigger fish to fry, even if it’s fun to poke and paw at this one a little. “done with this conversation? i mentally checked out ages ago, i’m now just humouring you,” then the brief ghost of humour on her face quickly fades, leaving behind the steely-eyed gaze of her eyes, locked and focused. “not for long, though. act wisely.”
for several seconds, helena doesn’t say anything or offer much of a reaction as the other woman takes her floor to speak rather liberally, she’s only observing both her body language and her choice words; snippy, sure, but it feels intellectually offensive to even call them ‘insults’, especially from someone helena has regarded as tactful, not theatrical.
“do you truly consider this anger, or are you projecting a little?” she asks, sounding curious, only to then tilt her head and arrive at her own independent conclusions without waiting for an answer. “… definitely projecting. you’re not as special as you think you are—”
“—not to me, anyway.” she sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “no. finish your own sentences, lady, say your peace with your chest.” a lazy roll of her eyes. “and who even eats cheerios anymore? even my grandmother would find that outdated,” and then there she is again, eye for eye, snark for snark, bark for bite. “and she’s ashes. you’re welcome, that grey enough for you?”
@ dean. : did you say … you will be cheating death?
he opens his mouth to speak and then promptly shuts it, repeats the gesture like a floundering guppy. it's not often dean winchester is left speechless, but every response that seems appropriate initially is rapidly retracted once the consequences are more thoroughly thought out. ❛ well, when you put it like that it just sounds bad. ❜ the retort of a stubborn child by any other name, helpless shrug rippling through his body like a wave. ❛ cheating is a strong word. ❜
[ from @undeyth -> will ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...
[ -> theodora ] : if i had half the mind i would’ve done it but apparently i do not.
[ -> theodora ] : i do not need funeral services performed yet, but i’m sure you’ll know when i do.
perched on a tree branch in cat form, watching her through the window.
mug lifted , coffee burning across soft petals already painted in the morning's chosen war colors. flawlessly carved brow arched … unphased by glowing orbs. watching back , equally as careful. steaming rising over , swallowed down in languid , healthy gulps.
[ txt. ] olivia, this person tried to eat a fucking tide pod. if you are going to keep giving people free will, i’m gonna need you start supervising them a little better.
( txt. ) theodora. how many times must i remind you ... supervising defeats the purpose of such 'free will'. do not think for one second i sit by idle and enjoy the likes of their attempts to find 15 seconds of fame. had i the control to do something about it , we both know a great many things would be different.
meow?
'ah, i see what you did there . . . luckily for you, i'm a man trapped in a feline's body, so speaking english is just fine, thank you,'