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You cannot choose both.

#◈ AN OLD VISION TO REPLACE :: Self-reblog

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// [ realizes my roommate and I are close to the Frieza Saga in our Z re-watch ] Oh. That's dangerous.

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Promising nothing but acknowledging I was taking notes as I was playing thru dlc missions I missed in XV2. :| but no promises. #// Empty-handed tonight! Empty-headed too. :( Worrying about that cat still...

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You cannot choose both.

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Attention span’s shot. 2 much cat time. gotta let thoughts gestate… #// In the meantime. haha silly time poll

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#⚙️ DR. GERO :: Visage

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Horror.

#◈ fleeting dreams still linger :: dash games #// pFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

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// I lost so much of my non-work day to hanging out with a cat...

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Someone's house cat just. Chose me and started following me around... #// I was starting to get kind of worried LMAO #// My roommate had to go to the store for me so the lil creechur wouldn't follow me into traffic #// I'm gonna be worrying abt it all night. But it should be fine... #// Time 2 try to write...

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WAIT A MINUTE

WHAT?!

#💉 FROST :: Visage

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The moment Honeydew touched him, an odd noise came out of Cell-- a startled snarl he swiftly cut off before the woman responsible could get any new ideas about it. Not that it would matter. A persistent something hung over him like a guillotine, something he could only really name a threat, but why and how that something could threaten a being as powerful as him eluded him.

It had eluded him for ages, now.

From that moment on, Cell refuses to flinch. He won't show the same weakness an earthling woman practically half his size would. A surge of energy crackled against Honeydew's palms; barely a fraction of what Cell could summon, as she'd know intimately by now. It was a promise that he trusted her to pick up on-- that, with one wrong move, he'd send her straight through the nearest wall with nothing but the telekinetic force of his ample power.

Still wearing the expression of an irate mannequin, Cell inclined his head in anticipation of that whisper- a sharp motion that censored not one ounce of his frustration.

"You have a lot of nerve," He hissed, mirroring her volume despite the pressing temptation to shout down at her, "calling me a liar."

Cell's hands closed around the woman's hip with a grip that, with each passing second, grew tighter. The tips of his claws bit into her skin.

"I am here because it's convienent."

"!!..."

She flinches, a knee-jerk reaction. A moment of weakness, intimidated by Cell's claustrophobic decision to keep their lips but one inch apart. She could feel the heat of his breath upon repeating his stance on the matter, as if driving the nail further into her coffin. A sudden wave of panic worked its way up her legs, towards the arms, then her hands, demoralized. Had she read him incorrectly? Did she get her hopes up over nothing? The agonizing embarrassment will be severe if she assumed a mutual feeling. Pupils would constrict, as if she could faint any moment...

But that didn't happen. No, something had occurred to her in a single blip of thought. "I can think of a thousand better ways to use my time." So why entertain her now? Why prolong this nauseating game? There were a thousand different ways to torture her, things he delighted in. This was not one of them. What point could be made in this, if only to build the heated tension? Cell's glare was cold as ice, yet there was a hypnotic light that invited her deeper into the hole she's created for herself. There is nowhere else to go. No ground gained. Not without taking risks. It was the only way forward, the only way she could hear the truth.

Honeydew's now steadied fingers would wrap around his armored shoulders, a near embrace, bringing her face towards his ear, close enough to whisper her rebuttal directly. She refrained from breathing heavily, but it was evident her patience was wearing thin.

"Then why. Haven't. You. Left? Liar."

#anemcia #◈ they’re a horror show :: ic

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// My brain, without fail, everytime I see an anon bring up jiren

#◈ AN OLD VISION TO REPLACE :: Self-reblog

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// Muse connection idea: Your muse knows Chandra from the DMV

#◈ DETERIORATING TO GREAT ACCLAIM :: Crack #// Thinkin' about more down-to-earth bs to get up to ... but also. lmfaooo #// don't take this one seriously

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// What I would give for the return of the outbox, if only so that I can recall whatever hellish thing I shot directly into a mutual's inbox at 4am...

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// 'Why don't you write it in google docs first?' because I am dumb and also docs hurts my eyes at night #// Their new night mode doesn't actually effect the documents; just the UI. #// anyways I gotta be scarce. Gotta focus.

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// if you are not the sadistic, sardonic god of your cast list. [ throws my cider bottle at the wall ] what’s even the GODDAMNED POINT?!

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Ok! this has been not-sober spider hours. come back next week for an unhinged rant #// About how characters are tools and even if you’re emotionally attached to them I think it’s healthy #// to be a bit of a sadist to them. for emotional range. for the sake of seeing what happens when you break them open. #// Something about cracking geodes and finding the gems inside or smth. #// Anyways. I don’t think I have the ability to focus on a draft rn so. hehehehehheheheee

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// [ holding up Khett ] There's something inside him. It's hard to explain. They're talking about that boy. but he's still the same.

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Smad at myself for not doing art this weekend. I owe myself a juxtaposition of Khett's past and present set to those lines. #// I really should be using these loose fingertips of mine to write huh?

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// The Drive braincell might have me secretly quite soft on all my ongoing ships ( I don't eat, I don't sleep, I do nothing but think of you / you keep me under your spell, you keep me under your spell, you keep me under your spell and so on ) right now but that one is dangerously close to the hotline miami braincell and it is only a matter of time before my gears shift and I swerve hard into themes of misanthropy and hyperviolence. It is only a matter of time before I show up in front of your metaphorical house, drenched in blood, blasting Sexualizer and yelling about the futility of violence and something about finding a crude purpose that should be beneath you somewhere deep in someone else's guts.

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// That's not even what I'd sum up HM as tbh but yknow. #// 'Do you like hurting other people?' is a line that sticks and feels difficult to argue with in that regard. #// Anyways I am. Definitely not sober and just kind of going off while invading some people's inboxes. #// + Back against the wall and odds / with the strength of a will and a cause / your pursuits are called outstanding #// you're emotionally complex #// and all that. I guess. #// and also I'm giving you a nightcall. to tell you how I feel. #// Pls let me drag your muse through the plot of an 80s movie and bring them into some cheap motel room for a moment of peace #// after an onslaught of unforeseen violence #// and let them have an emotional heart-to-heart in front of the pool at night. bathed in water refractions.

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// ship wishlist: a dynamic that could be complimented, if not summarized, by this.

#◈ screaming into an emptiness :: ooc #// Maybe finishing off my hard ciders while playing video games was a bad idea. Or a good one! We'll see. #// I'm always happy to find like-minded people who take ships as their own kinds of plots and cater them to the characters involved #// and. I've been. Very annoyed I don't have a muse on my roster to play with a certain kind of patheticness I want to play with. #// If you saw the barbie movie. And remember the 'Ken only has a great day if barbie looks at him' scene. #// That's it. That's what I've been cravin'. #// But I'm also craving an obnoxious amount of things and have too many drafts. Don't listen to me. 💙

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It’s Sinday! Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

And my muse will indicate whether they are keen or not.

Who knows you may find a new ship…

#◈ DUST FROM HEAVENS FAR :: Memes #// I'm going to be my Usual Self and expand this to non-ship / non-sunday applications. #// If your muse wants to do something to mine - anything from causal to violent to intimate to what-have-you - feel free. 💙

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Dek what do you think of Lord Beerus?

"I can't help but think it might be rude of me to talk about someone who might be listening."

"With that acknowledgement, I confess I've heard more about Lord Beerus than experienced him myself. It's rare that I meet someone in a position of authority that I truly find myself compelled to carry myself carefully around, but... It is difficult to take your chances with a being that could destroy you in an instant."

"I like to think that, given the chance, we could have a few interesting conversations over some novel snacks."

They are withholding several questions, several observations, extrapolations, theories and more regarding Beerus, divinity, the secret hierarchy of the cosmos and why one of its figureheads is a temperamental cat. The moment they find their path forward-- that is, a way of interacting with the so-called God of Destruction that won't put their existence in immediate jeopardy- is the moment they come closer to answering some of those inquiries..

#◈ they’re a horror show :: ic #// Dek VC: fellow cat. :3