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I WANT TO   /   AND YOU DID IT   — — —   Then xyr giggles evolve into a sick line   :   ❝   THI- THIS IS THE MOST WICKED FFF- FU- FUN I HAD SINCE EVEERRR !   ❞   Xe twitches as a shared knife hits the floor from xyr hand ,  rests right by a fresh corpse ,  STABBED AND EYELESS .   Heaving ,  still shaken from sweet adrenaline ,  xe gently wipes Tord’s bloody lips with a thumb and smirks.   ❝   Sorry for making you look more ugly,   ❞   xe says unapologetically ,   ❝   YESSS ,  I - I - I got ecstatic there, but I can cle- clean you up better after we handle this body ,  if you just let me...   ❞

                                    [   IF YOU CAN TRUST ME ENOUGH NOW.   ]

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@rdldr sent; plot me !! Rick =]

PLOT ME     :        Send this and I will give you a few plots that I could see working between our characters!

{ ooc } I'm not the best at plotting, but here's a few generic ideas I can see doing a thread on. If you want to add more, IM me ~

Rick somehow convincing Tord to go on an adventure through a dimension that's really dangerous. Things go bad and they have to team up to get through it. Perhaps almost even stranded there.

@rdldr​ asked: “ it’s  funny  ,  isn’t  it ?  how  the  best  of  men  can  be  deceived  by  their  true  nature ? ” ╱‏‏‎ for veronica

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The sentence itself could’ve made her skin crawl. It reminded her a little too much of something someone she onced knew might’ve said to her. Her brow furrows slightly as she looks up at him with slightly narrowed eyes. “I guess so, yeah” her fingers find their way to the sleeves of her jean jacket, playing quietly with the fraying edges of denim. “I guess we all like to fool ourselves into thinking we’re better people than we really are.”

200 random dialogue prompts, accepting!

@rdldr​​ wrote:   ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ / Tom =]

     “wha - NO YOU DON’T!   this is my house!”   oh just a few minutes in his presence and tom could already feel his blood starting to boil.   why’d he even show up in the first place, what kind of trickery was he up to this time?   if it was his mission to get on his nerves, he’d already passed with flying colors.

“you can’t just waltz in MY front door and act like you own the place.   you didn’t fucking pay for it!”   there go his footsteps, stamping into the floor and very quickly closing the distance between them.