( well, there's a scarier boogeyman than angel — saber giving half a shit. maybe she should check the trees for bacon, if pigs have finally taken to fucking flying. )
nah. i'm good i just got him in his big boy feelings "i'll slit your throat. go die in a fire, bitch." gimme a fucking break
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yeah i thought history's first incel woulda been more original
( — well. saber's predictable, like a whiny kid asking when he can go a round on the xbox. buffy had her fun, mom said it's my turn to play hitman. they all respawn in the ground the same, anyway — good guys, bad guys, and worse guys pretending they're good. saltburnt's version of game over's such a temporary problem that everyone else has started believing the grief, the fear, the anger that follows it — her grief, her fear, her anger — should be, too.
still. better to feed saber's attention span with angel than embry; one loses her standing on the moral high-ground, proves she's no better than hands shoved to her own throat. the other has already sunk so low he's carved out a grave for himself, hit the earth's core, and still kept fucking digging his hole. ani breathes, and she's already better than that. so, )
do whatever the fuck you want he did say he wasn't afraid of me, you, or anyone from my crew :( lol
[it's true. he's seen the makings of them looking over cellar's shoulder a few times while she perused a website he doesn't remember the name of.]
huh. did he now? hasn't met me. maybe i should say hi. i can make him wish he was dead. what happens if he comes in here, ani? i still get to do whatever i want?
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nah. i'm good
i just got him in his big boy feelings
"i'll slit your throat. go die in a fire, bitch."
gimme a fucking break
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can i get him again when he's done coughing up dirt?
[like a kid asking to go play outside.]
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i thought history's first incel woulda been more original
( — well. saber's predictable, like a whiny kid asking when he can go a round on the xbox. buffy had her fun, mom said it's my turn to play hitman. they all respawn in the ground the same, anyway — good guys, bad guys, and worse guys pretending they're good. saltburnt's version of game over's such a temporary problem that everyone else has started believing the grief, the fear, the anger that follows it — her grief, her fear, her anger — should be, too.
still. better to feed saber's attention span with angel than embry; one loses her standing on the moral high-ground, proves she's no better than hands shoved to her own throat. the other has already sunk so low he's carved out a grave for himself, hit the earth's core, and still kept fucking digging his hole. ani breathes, and she's already better than that. so, )
do whatever the fuck you want
he did say he wasn't afraid of me, you, or anyone from my crew :( lol
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[it's true. he's seen the makings of them looking over cellar's shoulder a few times while she perused a website he doesn't remember the name of.]
huh. did he now? hasn't met me. maybe i should say hi. i can make him wish he was dead.
what happens if he comes in here, ani? i still get to do whatever i want?