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the cosmic horror is incomprehensible to you! i can visualize and handle it just fine! we're dating. /// @lichestr & @timetear writing two original characters.
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wonka never has lint in his pockets because he thoroughly terrified dust bunnies the one and only time they dared to try settling on his carpet, so they spread the word to not only lint- but also to muddied shoe soles, dust atop door frames, and smudges on windows.
what a MOOD. absolutely. bang on. you Get It.
‘ this is a secure fucking line, li. ’
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@lichestr said: i’m sorry about the worms.
“Oh, my god, like, it’s fine. It’s totally fine. It’s just, like, worms. What kind of person would I be if worms freaked me out? What kind of fucking loser is like, oh, ew, oh my god, worms?”
Worms here, worms there, worms everywhere. Hopefully it rains soon, for the worms.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m, like, so fine right now.”
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she comes home with a shirt soaked in blood - none of it is hers.
It knows it is not her blood. It knows what her blood looks like. What it smells like. Still, it prowls over to her, its shoulders loose and unused (relaxed, you might inform it) to the point of disjointed like its body wasn't made to comfort or be comfortable. Comfort is a shape it must contort itself into. It reaches a hand out. Pinches the fabric of her shirt between what is meant to be its thumb and middle finger. It licks its finger. Any blood that isn't hers tastes acrid. It blinks tightly and rakes the taste from its tongue with its teeth.
"Who is this?"
@lichestr said: it’s like licking copper pipes covered in sand.
“You’ve done that before? You’ve done that? Should I try it? Is it like a drug? Will I get sick? Will I get high? Let’s go to the ocean.”
More drugs are the last thing that she needs.
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“My sister works in a diner. You work in a fucking death trap. Can we just, like, go get hotdogs? Off the side of the road is safer than getting in on your employee discount.”
