unnatural behavior.

"you wait first, before you strike- make it feel safe and at home before you dissect it."

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

do.you.feel.it? the.hurt? the.pain?

{ USER_1: aalright. that's done. you like it? USER_2: it's.. good. USER_1: you don't like it. i can always tell, you know. it's not great? too long? or are you just- USER_2: .. you know i didn't mean it like that, 'cada- [ the audio becomes indistinct. it's clear they are arguing. ] [ it stopped for a split second. you couldn't see anything, but something had happened, you were sure of it- ] USER_1: you overreact too much. you know i'm kidding you, birdie. USER_1: you blew this way out of proportion. come on. USER_2: ... USER_2: ha.. haha. right. my bad. USER_1: and here i thought you were the joker here. } hate : [oh.] hate : [i.didn't.expect.anyone.to.be.here.] hate: [does.it.bring.you.sorrow.to.know.what.we.once.were?] [TAGS] face-the-hate: asks growing-dislike: reblogs I-think-therefore-I-am: important/lore significant things [ c\users\USER_1> he.looks.happier.without.me. ] [he/they, masc terms.] [ if you want to watch a story with no happy ending, please dial this number! : @microwavedasphalt @rococo-girlie @stinkeri @dailylampert @callywallyyys ] [ @jokes-on-you-im-funnier birdie. oh, my birdie. ]

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

do you have a favorite flower? you don’t seem like the type that would be patient enough to let it grow. a flower only grow if you do it right, no matter how much of a favorite it is. 🌼

i.don't.have.a.favorite.flower. print > ("i.believe.flowers.don't.need.to.grow.") , so.i.suppose.you.are.right.in.assuming.that.about.me. they.disgust.me.

if.i.had.to.choose.though. marigolds. or.maybe.sunflowers.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared at the black device heart had given him. he walked slowly out of the alley, kicking away blood off his boot. he had, what, finished the job in about 3 or 4 hours? it was ridiculous to him that the time limit was six months, but he had to admit- getting back out and hurting felt great.

job.done.

he spoke into the device. if he didn't get that info on comedian, he'd probably spear heart and any other person who was unlucky enough to be near him.

[theheartoflightandfire]

a quick burst of static, then a voice rang out clear and strong.

Wh- ALREADY?? You had six months! Hatred, if this is a joke you WILL be prosecuted. For your information.

A pause on the other side of the line.

Your information will be handed to you soon.

But, seem as the job was apparently so easy for you, I am afraid you will have to work a bit more than anticipated for your payment.

Another pause, you could hear rustling of paperwork coming through the small black device.

We have a certain... individual we'd like you to keep an eye on. They're a deity, but tend to be unruly at times. We want you to make sure they don't fall out of line. Sound alright?

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

are.you.fucking.kidding.me. hatred's eye twitched, and he double checked just to make sure the fucker was still dead because he could really use to beat someone right now. of course they'd pull something like that. either way, he'd finish it, and he'd get what they needed. fine. who.is.this."deity".you.speak.of.

[theheartoflightandfire]

I believe she goes by Evangeline. Archangel Evangeline. Although, she did previously go by a false name, Rococo. Or we are lead to believe so at least. She should be within at least a 15 mile radius of your current location.

See what she's doing, and report back to us. If she breaks any terms of angelity, you have permission to terminate her.

Do you understand?

Before you could respond, you heard a short, high-pitched beep, and the background static stopped.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

understoo- he gripped the device harshly, eye twitching. did the heavens always enjoy dramatic exits? probably. hatred faintly remembered a 'rococo'. a line of code in the back of his head reminded him that he severred her arm. ...hm.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

USER_1: life.without.you.has.no.meaning. [ ... ] USER_2: please, let me go. i don't think i can keep doing this anymore. USER_1: i.know. USER_1: i.don't.think.i.can.stop.it. USER_2: could you at least hold me gently, then? USER_1: .. i.don't.think.i'd.be.able.to.grace.you.with.that. USER_2: ..okay. USER_1: that's.okay.with.you? USER_2: no, but at least i'm being held.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared at the black device heart had given him. he walked slowly out of the alley, kicking away blood off his boot. he had, what, finished the job in about 3 or 4 hours? it was ridiculous to him that the time limit was six months, but he had to admit- getting back out and hurting felt great.

job.done.

he spoke into the device. if he didn't get that info on comedian, he'd probably spear heart and any other person who was unlucky enough to be near him.

[theheartoflightandfire]

a quick burst of static, then a voice rang out clear and strong.

Wh- ALREADY?? You had six months! Hatred, if this is a joke you WILL be prosecuted. For your information.

A pause on the other side of the line.

Your information will be handed to you soon.

But, seem as the job was apparently so easy for you, I am afraid you will have to work a bit more than anticipated for your payment.

Another pause, you could hear rustling of paperwork coming through the small black device.

We have a certain... individual we'd like you to keep an eye on. They're a deity, but tend to be unruly at times. We want you to make sure they don't fall out of line. Sound alright?

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

are.you.fucking.kidding.me. hatred's eye twitched, and he double checked just to make sure the fucker was still dead because he could really use to beat someone right now. of course they'd pull something like that. either way, he'd finish it, and he'd get what they needed. fine. who.is.this."deity".you.speak.of.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared at the black device heart had given him. he walked slowly out of the alley, kicking away blood off his boot. he had, what, finished the job in about 3 or 4 hours? it was ridiculous to him that the time limit was six months, but he had to admit- getting back out and hurting felt great.

job.done.

he spoke into the device. if he didn't get that info on comedian, he'd probably spear heart and any other person who was unlucky enough to be near him.

[theheartoflightandfire]

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

[theheartoflightandfire]

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

[theheartoflightandfire]

the comedian? Why, yes. We had a little...mishap a while ago. Nothing too serious.

Her mind flickered back towards the light. Perhaps she missed it. I guess we'll never know.

Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about them?

She retracted her hand distatstefully and wiped it off of the back of her jacket.

Have you been informed of what your duties with us entail yet?

She rustled her wings and fixed her tie. Impressions were everything. The job she had for hatred was messy, yet still needed to be done, and she had much better things to do then deal with this petty problem.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred's eye twitched yet again. he was already growing impatient and it hadn't even been five minutes. it was highly interesting to him how people just didn't understand what they were told. who asked two questions in one go anyways? he could feel the wires under his skin pulsing irregularly, and he had a faint urge to dig into his skin, to find the wires and rip them out. it didn't sound bad. why did his code even tell him to do things like this? to.answer.the.first.question. ... i'd.just.like.information.of.his.patterns. who.he.is.around. his.routines.

hatred grit his teeth. it was baffling to him how much he didn't know comedian now. they used to know each other inside out- and then comedian had to go screw shit up and leave- leaving everything he had behind. she really was insane, hatred mused. comedian was a whole different person around hatred.

and.yes. i.know.what.i'm.supposed.to.do. that's.kind.of.the.purpose.of.jobs.like.these.

[theheartoflightandfire]

Patterns, routines...I see. That shouldn't be a problem.

We'll tell you the information once we think you've done your job efficiently.

Heart clasped her hands in front of her professionally, trying to ignore your attitude towards her.

If you do not complete this job within the time limit, repercussions will be put in place and you will not get the information you asked for. Do you understand?

Who did this guy think they were? He was certainly pompous, that's for sure. What made them think he could speak to her that way?

Her suit was uncomfortable and the scratchy material itched, she'd have to deal with it for now though, she never did like wearing fitted clothes.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

understood.

hatred's fingers twitched. it was like something was building up in his wires and whispering to him. ah, violence. he liked that, though he supposed he'd have to hold back on that just now.

he didn't really need a time limit, anyways. he'd probably get it done by tonight- or tomorrow, if he was unfortunate.

[theheartoflightandfire]

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

[theheartoflightandfire]

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

[theheartoflightandfire]

the comedian? Why, yes. We had a little...mishap a while ago. Nothing too serious.

Her mind flickered back towards the light. Perhaps she missed it. I guess we'll never know.

Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about them?

She retracted her hand distatstefully and wiped it off of the back of her jacket.

Have you been informed of what your duties with us entail yet?

She rustled her wings and fixed her tie. Impressions were everything. The job she had for hatred was messy, yet still needed to be done, and she had much better things to do then deal with this petty problem.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred's eye twitched yet again. he was already growing impatient and it hadn't even been five minutes. it was highly interesting to him how people just didn't understand what they were told. who asked two questions in one go anyways? he could feel the wires under his skin pulsing irregularly, and he had a faint urge to dig into his skin, to find the wires and rip them out. it didn't sound bad. why did his code even tell him to do things like this? to.answer.the.first.question. ... i'd.just.like.information.of.his.patterns. who.he.is.around. his.routines.

hatred grit his teeth. it was baffling to him how much he didn't know comedian now. they used to know each other inside out- and then comedian had to go screw shit up and leave- leaving everything he had behind. she really was insane, hatred mused. comedian was a whole different person around hatred.

and.yes. i.know.what.i'm.supposed.to.do. that's.kind.of.the.purpose.of.jobs.like.these.

[theheartoflightandfire]

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

[theheartoflightandfire]

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

[theheartoflightandfire]

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

comedian couldn't really think straight. he didn't know what was wrong, he was finally, finally feeling happier after a while- he was doing great! then bad, bad memories resurfaced. then he was pretty sure he was doing terribly. he couldn't see, his eyesight blurred by tears and the hand holding his pencil was shaking too much to be able to actually draw. he only managed a doodle that had tugged at his heartstrings. he didn't want to think of.. of him as something nice to be remembered- but the guilty conscience in his brain had reasoned gently with him. it was the least they had deserved. she didn't notice the way his window had opened, and only snapped back to reality when someone slid beside him, leaning against the wall with him. cou- courier? jester?

no.

hatred replied. he spoke much shorter now- a faint voice in the back of his voice reminded him. they never bothered repairing themselves anymore. speaking for too long hurt. he ignored the faint line of code asking him to repent, and repent and repent. he couldn't feel remorse.

comedian asking for his new "friend"-, even for his brother managed to anger him. comedian knew exactly who was next to him. he had spent too much time with them. they had each other's footsteps memorized. the faint humming of wires should've alerted him. he ignored the itch in his hands that ached to hurt, as it often did now. that was a first. he leaned over comedian's shoulder, ignoring the way she shaked, snaking a hand that threatened a lot worse if she moved. what.are.you.drawing.there? the "i miss you" was apparent in his voice. he hated his code. he hated it.

[jokes-on-you-im-funnier]

fucking nothing. it's nothing.

comedian couldn't even bother being too hostile towards hatred anymore. it always ended up with more hurting and comedian was sick enough to feel guilty. guilty, for doing something completely deserved. he shoved the notebook away, ignoring the way hatred's eye twitched.

why.are.you.being.difficult. i'm not- not doing anything. i.know.you.were.drawing.us.

stop- stop- i.don't.know.why.you're.like.this. so.forgiving. i don't forgive you. then.why.represent.me.as.something.beautiful? i can't stomach anything else, 'cada. you know i can't.

comedian couldn't ignore the way tears started falling, and he turned away. it was pathetic how he easily slipped back into old, familiar rituals. they really tainted each other. he didn't want to be forgiving. he wanted to hate him, he wanted to be angry, but it was eating him alive to be more than kind. he hated remembering. he remembered too much and he hated the fucking fact that they could've been worse. she couldn't stomach talking to them. it made him want to rip his feathers out and start sobbing.

they were being nice. unfortunately for the both of them- he had physical scars to remember how they acted towards her.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hatred dug his hands into comedian's shoulder, forcing him to look back at them. his eye twitched more clearly here, and he felt the satisfaction that it brought him to watch blood seep into comedian's clothes. comedian couldn't just turn away. he spent this entire time running away from his problems, running away from them- but they were ready this time. he couldn't do it again. are.you.seriously.crying? comedian shook his head, wiping his tears. it was a little pathetic. he refused eye contact. like it would kill him if he even looked at hatred. he felt a vague sense of anger at this. comedian usually did a lot to anger him. look.at.me. LOOK.AT.ME. more blood, seeping in and probably ruining comedian's favourite sweater- it was a little scary to comedian at how easily hatred could get mad- but he was supposed to be used to this. he WAS used to this. hatred mused at that thought, glancing down at comedian's shaking figure. hatred had learned from the last time he 'confronted' (injured) comedian. he took this strategy in a way you confronted a scared animal- a bird, more precisely. you gently (.. hatred hadn't held comedian gently in years.) held them, you healed their wounds, you treated them kindly.. and when they get comfortable enough to be themselves around you, you strike again. make sure they know their place. quiet submission was supposed to be their personality. .. he knew very well what he was doing was wrong. it had eaten in the back of his mind for years- but it had been very recently that the gnawing in his wires that caused him to tear watching comedian cry had stopped. he just.. didn't care anymore. he needed comedian around him, to fix him, to be there for him- it was supposed to be like that for the rest of their life. then comedian had to fuck it up by leaving. somewhere in the back of his mind reminded them that it was very much their fault, but it had become more like background noise. he wasn't going to fucking let comedian be right. again. (he was always right.)

why.don't.you.look.at.me? what.am.i.doing.wrong?

more pathetic mumbling from comedian, apologies from "i'msorryi'msorryi'msosorry-" to "pleasepleasedon'thurtme."

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

comedian couldn't really think straight. he didn't know what was wrong, he was finally, finally feeling happier after a while- he was doing great! then bad, bad memories resurfaced. then he was pretty sure he was doing terribly. he couldn't see, his eyesight blurred by tears and the hand holding his pencil was shaking too much to be able to actually draw. he only managed a doodle that had tugged at his heartstrings. he didn't want to think of.. of him as something nice to be remembered- but the guilty conscience in his brain had reasoned gently with him. it was the least they had deserved. she didn't notice the way his window had opened, and only snapped back to reality when someone slid beside him, leaning against the wall with him. cou- courier? jester?

no.

hatred replied. he spoke much shorter now- a faint voice in the back of his voice reminded him. they never bothered repairing themselves anymore. speaking for too long hurt. he ignored the faint line of code asking him to repent, and repent and repent. he couldn't feel remorse.

comedian asking for his new "friend"-, even for his brother managed to anger him. comedian knew exactly who was next to him. he had spent too much time with them. they had each other's footsteps memorized. the faint humming of wires should've alerted him. he ignored the itch in his hands that ached to hurt, as it often did now. that was a first. he leaned over comedian's shoulder, ignoring the way she shaked, snaking a hand that threatened a lot worse if she moved. what.are.you.drawing.there? the "i miss you" was apparent in his voice. he hated his code. he hated it.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

hi it's me your creator. this is so you to comedian core

i.guess.so.but.i'm.pretty.sure.i'm.the.one.who.fucked.most.of.the.sins.away.man

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

>HOST_1: ... >HOST_1: You don't deserve to miss someone like her. >USER_1: ..what? >HOST_1: I always knew a kid like her would be bad for you. >HOST_1: Filled your head with ideas. >HOST_1: Made you believe that things would be okay. >HOST_1: That's the worst kind of curse. >USER_1: ... >HOST_1: It's a shame, really. >HOST_1: She had it coming. >HOST_1: Kids like her. The ones that brighten your day. >HOST_1: They never make it. >HOST_1: That's your fault, USER_1.

[ MEMORY ARCHIVED. ] ... he was glad he put this bitch six feet under. just thinking about her made him feel violent again. they didn't know why they bothered anymore. he could still remember what happened. she was pissing him off- just the usual. then she started spewing shit about comedian- they could faintly remember her speaking a lot more of jester, but he frankly didn't care about that. it made him smile just to acknowledge the blood on his hands after that. it made him happy to just acknowledge the blood on his hands in general. it made his circuitry feel alive. the only other person who managed to do that was comedian, and he craved comedian's presence like he was a god, and hatred was just a priest. they didn't know when the guilt slowly faded away after hitting him again- they didn't know when the mania kicked in after watching him hold back tears. he really was a sick thing- but it was just what he did to survive. his unnatural behavior.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

kill urs

first ask i've gotten since when i first msade this account.I've been saving it

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

Finished design

this.is.what.i.look.like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aren't.I.So.Cool