𝙼𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚁𝚈.

› ; .             WHOEVER THOUGHT this would be funny clearly needs a refresher on what’s educated humor nowadays. childish tactics such as these usually end with someone’s wrist nicked && a body tossed to the alleyway. mimic only scorns the anonymity who dares stifle his own breathing with their overcompensation, tentacles crudely wrapping to their face to push them a few feet back.

› ; .             for a brief moment the octopus hesitates. how had they known ; how had this imposter figured out that he had a separate love life on the side? eyes narrow to the conspicuous individual, tentacles rising uncomfortably at his jawline. ❛ - if the shoe fits. - ❜

@warraigoe :

@defeatsmetarex :

@pplankton dared to challenge me with:

toxi: hey niff, why’s your writing so pretty?

➦              the wear & tear of distress had done one cephalopod in for the day, his rugged stature hauling dead weight like torn tissue across the floor until he could sag his slumped form across any comfortable looking furniture -- too bad it’s the coffee table. nerves give out, heart thumping wildly in his chest while the remaining two throb in his head. what was he thinking, digging into work with a head swirling with unnerving emotions ; it had been a recipe for disaster. 

SILENCE.

BUDDY.