[A few days after the speed dating event, and on a weekday that Taryon wasn't scheduled to work at the shop, he looks through his digital fashion collection and selects one of his nicer button-up shirts and a sleek jacket with an embroidered design on the back for their date.
He and Elan had been working on restoring an abandoned amusement park in the past few months, and while it was no Disneyland, it had a decent roller coaster and Taryon can point out exactly what he worked on. Plus, there would be no long waiting times.
[ It only takes a few moments for Tezcatlipoca to answer the door, and it’s with an easy, confident smile. He’s not dressed that differently from what he’d worn on the dating show, but to be fair, he hasn’t had much in the way of extra cash to go shopping for better fits. That’s solidly the cigarette fund, since he’d foolishly gotten a nicotine addiction by giving himself a human body… But it’s still stylish, just a little more casual to fit the casual date.
Though most notably, he’s not actually wearing his sunglasses yet, which shows his most striking feature. Tezcatlipoca’s eyes are an icy, pale blue, and it’s definitely an unusual color. Almost unnatural, but it’s just close enough to be believably possible. ]
You bet. It’s exciting that you knew a place, so ‘course I wouldn’t miss it.
[ Naturally, he pays no mind to the fact that his eyes usually surprise people. He just steps out of his room, closing the door behind himself. ]
That, and feel like we got some interesting conversations to have. The show wasn’t bad, but can’t really be as straightforward, yeah?
[ Since they live next door, one night (lateish) there's the sound of crashing — swearing. Silco doesn't swear, and normally he's either absent or silent as a neighbor. Normally, the only indication that he's around is if Tezca catches a whiff through the ventilation system of Silco's horrible cigars.
Something must have gone seriously off the rails, if he's making a ruckus like this. ]
[ See, the thing about Tezcatlipoca as he exists now is that while he may possess power that's difficult to truly fathom, it's still shoved into a perfectly human body with perfectly human needs. So, while he's a night owl because of his natural proclivities, he still needs to sleep, same as anyone.
The noise makes him roll over in his bed with a groan, and he folds the pillow over his head. His first instinct is a solid "that's not my fucking business", since Tezcatlipoca had spent as much time in his Kowloon apartment as he could stomach, which also meant overhearing things like this not infrequently. The difference now is just that he knew this neighbor better.
...Was invested. He guesses. Having been woken up, he's wondering if he should rescind that favor.
It's not immediate, since he does mull over whether to ignore it or not, but a message eventually gets sent. ]
what's all that fucking noise for
[ He's not getting out of bed if it's something stupid, basically, ]
I am going to conduct a burial ceremony for Rio the Slay. I am still working out the details with eesh meal. Seeing how you are also a god of death, I'm extending you an invitation to co-preside the ceremony. He is the first of our number to have died. I have faith it will help our comrades heal. If you accept, please contact me.
I was going to be pissed off at how you fucked up my name but I'm going to take a guess here that you're using that thing that turns your voice into written word
so if you couldn't tell already it sucks shit for names like ours. but apparently others too?? not being a dick here I don't know who "rio the slay" or "eesh meal" is so just call me and we can talk it out
[ A wrapped package can be found at his door after the Christmas Party. Unwrapping it reveals a toy gun. It's a really pretty toy gun, mind you... But he sure as heck isn't killing anyone with it.
There is a message with the gift, written on a Christmas postcard: ]
Tezcatlipoa,
It is a Chaldean tradition to celebrate Christmas, and as you are a future member of Chaldea (following your unfortunate summoning by Ritsuka after your inevitable defeat against her), it is my duty to pass on to you that tradition. I am very much aware as to how annoying such a prediction must be to you - surely you will call it senseless. But I am also aware you long for conflict above anything else. Please consider this my attempt to honor both your wishes and the Christmas spirit at once.
Merry Christmas! -- Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr
[ sometime this week (but not Wednesday bc w/e) a courier comes by at a weird and late time (inconvenient bc it's Silco and bc he knows y'all don't sleep) to drop off a package.
Inside is an obsidian and basalt (Inscribed on the sides like a Stone of Tizoc) box version of this. It has a little fun extra addition of "breathing" black smoke upon opening.
[Well, now! Here's a bit of a surprise out of the blue. A hummingbird drone brings a little package. A simple one, with blue wrapping paper and a little red bow.]
[Inside is a golden pear. But it's certainly not as heavy as one ought to be, if its truly made of gold. If he takes it in the hands, its still cold, still metal and-]
[There is a seam.]
[As if reacting to being held, the pear opens, and a little song starts to play. A little nozzle can be seen on the inside, which-]
sprays a fine shimmering mist over Tezcatlipoca. Whoah! Now he's going to be very, very glittery and sparkly for 2 weeks, even if he does his best to wash it off. Edward Cullen, eat your heart out.]
[The only note with it reads "To the Fairest of Them All" with a big smiley face.]
( on new year's day, tezcatlipoca will find a statuette at his door, as well as a square of paper with a qr code. when scanned, it brings up the following message: )
Vash showed me videos of cats Now that I know a jaguar is just a bigger version of them things really start to make sense
Have a good new year One with fewer pints of blood lost would be optimal though I know you won't agree
( kaladin is at tezcatlipoca's quarters the next night. they agreed to drink together sometime in the evening, which let him sleep on and off for most of the day. covering the ongoing festival is exhausting, and he'll be on duty again tomorrow, but it's worth it to look out for their people.
he knocks on the door, three short, strong raps of a knuckle. )
[ They’d set a time, so naturally, Tezcatlipoca is expecting him. It means that answering the door is quick, but it also comes with a surprise, as it turns out. Because as I went to check all of the gifts he got for Christmas so I could describe his room, I forgot that one of them was from Sampo, so. The resident god of death, conflict, and the night wind is looking very, uh. Glittery.
He does not acknowledge this at all. Of course. ]
Yo. C’mon in.
[ It’s an easy, casual greeting, because even if his immediate reflex is to tease him for actually showing up, that would be disingenuous. He didn’t actually doubt that he would, since Kaladin is clearly a man of his word, even if it’s something as simple as this.
He steps back to let Kaladin come in, and at this point, Tezcatlipoca’s room does have some character to it. All of the furnishings themselves remain the standard, but there are little touches throughout that make it distinctly his. A bouquet of bright marigolds hangs upside down to dry by the window, a colorful calendar decorates a wall, and the various gifts he’s receives add further decorations—from a toy gun to the very statuette that Kaladin had given him. Sentimental indeed. There’s also a smoky scent that lingers in the air, but it’s not cigarettes—it’s a piney, almost like an incense, though its source isn’t clear.
But he just leads the short way to the desk that he’s pulled out further to make a makeshift table. There are actually two bottles and four glasses sitting on it waiting, but one bottle is significantly smaller than the other, more the size of a beer, though its contents are clearly visible as something opaque and white. ]
You were even right to wait a day, as it turns out. Got one of my hard to get specials delivered this morning, so you get the real shit.
[ Their rooms might not be ready, but that isn't keeping Silco from sliding into one of the private rooms around Base, something clasped in his fingers. This isn't really for the faint of heart, of course, so he isn't keen on letting someone see what he's asking Tezca to do. Well, ask. Tezca had offered.
He slides in, and leans against a wall. ]
So... I assume you haven't rescinded your offer?
[ The brass metal device is likely familiar to Tezca by now. He's been in Silco's rooms frequently enough that he's seen it, though he's not likely to have seen him use it before. ]
I have a...routine. Of sorts. [ It's always been the same time every day. Well, outside of things with the Kaijus, plans that get in the way, etc etc etc.
There's still a nervous energy to the man. He's not... used to asking for things, and when Jinx had started doing this she'd been much younger. It had been something for the two of them. Something for him to show her that she was trusted, that not everything she did was wrong, or bad, or that she would mess up. Now, she didn't seem to need it, but Silco still did, and doing it himself is...hard. Difficult. Too many years without, that even all this time doing it is still...
Well. He couldn't seem to get back into the habit of making it happen easily. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca is seemingly taking his time lounging, since thanks to the base-in-progress, it also means that the smoke detectors aren't quite operational yet. Or rather. If someone happens to tamper with them, well. That's damage easily attributed elsewhere, right? So he has a cigarette dangling between his lips when Silco enters, and he seems to be deep in thought. It could seem like he's sleeping, if not for the cigarette itself and how he's quite to turn his attention Silco's way.
He's feeling a bit pensive lately, after all. He's someone that keeps his promises, and thus, he's been feeling a bit guilty about not fulfilling one of them. People come and go, sure, but he'd still felt a bit of a personal stake in teaching Ereshkigal how flowers thrive in an Underworld.
—So, he's a bit glad for a distraction too. As cool and distant as his expression is at first, it blooms quickly with Silco's question. ]
You assume? C'mon. You think I'm someone that goes back on their word?
[ Ha. That's the irony, obviously. He sits up as he takes a puff of his cigarette and beckons Silco to come closer. ]
Yeah, course I'll give ya a nice stabbing. Like you have to ask, bossman.
Late in the day, Ereshkigal stops by his room and knocks. She's finally be cleared to leave the hospital wing, but she's supposed to stay in her own bed all day instead. As if she would do that! She can see, but barely and light is causing unbearable pain when it's too strong. So of course, she is wearing flower-shaped mirror sunglasses with her name written on them. She also got a white cane to help her navigate around when seeing is too hard.
[ This is unexpected, obviously. There’s not many people that come by to visit Tezcatlipoca (he’s more inclined to come visit them first), so the knock catches him by surprise. He’s not doing much of anything at the moment, just taking a moment of relaxation after working a shift the previous night, so. ]
Just a sec—
[ He calls out through the door lazily as he rolls off his bed and tugs a pair of sweatpants on. That’s the amount of decency he offers, since he’s expecting this to be, well. Anyone else but who’s there, honestly. So, when he opens the door, he is very much shirtless and those sweatpants are riding low on his hips…!!
…But honestly. It’s really not that different from his usual fit, if we’re honest. ]
Oh. Uh? [ He’s not feeling shame for answering the door this way, of course. He has none of it. ] What’s up? Didn’t expect you to drop by.
[ A pause, since her look is also… unique. He won’t comment on the glasses or the cane, though, since there’s something much more obvious. ]
…You good? You look like you’re about to puke or something.
A deal is a deal, then. The walk back to base is a long one, considering the type of meal that Toji got from Tezca. Maybe he could change up the scenery with, say, a specific kind of hotel, but he's too thrifty for something like that. Back to base it is, and Toji hasn't paid too much attention to the fact that Tezca is also in the Brimstone wing. It's raining, slightly, but Toji doesn't particularly mind being in the rain. His heightened senses feel a lot more than just light drops on his skin-- it feels amplified, he can hear the rain hitting his body-- Tezca's body. The distant sounds of the city are louder to him, but this is just how he's known most of his life from his Heavenly Restriction; an ability that allows him to surpass normal human strength and normal human senses.
His hand settles on the small of Tezca's back as they walk. ]
You know, I really dislike gods.
[ pretty sure he said this before to Tezca last time he was here, but.. y'know, he can't remember shit. ]
[ Honestly? Tezcatlipoca is still shocked that this worked out.
It’s not like he hadn’t taken Toji seriously—the tilt of the texts was pretty unmistakable—but, hell, he doesn’t know. He figured he’d get ghosted or that the guy would dine and dash. He wouldn’t even be that mad about either case, since it’d be pretty funny. And a few days earlier, he probably would have ended up turning down the after-dinner recreation anyway. It’s not out of any sense of exclusivity or anything like that, but just his own whims.
Now, though? Yeah. He could do with some distraction.
So, though he’d half-heartedly complained a few minutes ago about it starting to rain, it’s not bad now. It’s hot enough at this time of the year that he doesn’t tend to wear his coat, so the cooler rain feels pleasant, especially once he pulls his hair up into a loose bun so that it doesn’t become totally soaked. His day is looking up from the frankly embarrassing way it started, especially when Toji hits him with a hell of a pick-up line. ]
That so?
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs and tosses him a cheeky, almost challenging smirk. ]
You just tellin’ me that as a “by the way” or you changing your mind about me?
[ It’s joking, of course. From that hand resting comfortably on his back, he doesn’t think he’s suddenly developed a personal distaste. ]
Can’t say you’re alone, at least. Plenty of godless fuckers in these parts.
[ megumi sends a message with screenshots of this conversation attached; ]
i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.
if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.
Date Night
He and Elan had been working on restoring an abandoned amusement park in the past few months, and while it was no Disneyland, it had a decent roller coaster and Taryon can point out exactly what he worked on. Plus, there would be no long waiting times.
He knocks on the door.] Are you ready?
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Though most notably, he’s not actually wearing his sunglasses yet, which shows his most striking feature. Tezcatlipoca’s eyes are an icy, pale blue, and it’s definitely an unusual color. Almost unnatural, but it’s just close enough to be believably possible. ]
You bet. It’s exciting that you knew a place, so ‘course I wouldn’t miss it.
[ Naturally, he pays no mind to the fact that his eyes usually surprise people. He just steps out of his room, closing the door behind himself. ]
That, and feel like we got some interesting conversations to have. The show wasn’t bad, but can’t really be as straightforward, yeah?
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sorry about the delay! back from con 🥳
I hope you had fun!
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Something must have gone seriously off the rails, if he's making a ruckus like this. ]
ok just the one tag today actually
The noise makes him roll over in his bed with a groan, and he folds the pillow over his head. His first instinct is a solid "that's not my fucking business", since Tezcatlipoca had spent as much time in his Kowloon apartment as he could stomach, which also meant overhearing things like this not infrequently. The difference now is just that he knew this neighbor better.
...Was invested. He guesses. Having been woken up, he's wondering if he should rescind that favor.
It's not immediate, since he does mull over whether to ignore it or not, but a message eventually gets sent. ]
what's all that fucking noise for
[ He's not getting out of bed if it's something stupid, basically, ]
hee hee
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nope doesn't ring a bell. what is it?
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[ Ereshkigal has been replying to everyone who messaged her during the kidnapping, thanking them for their kindness and care...
... But that's what Tezca gets when she receives his belatedly. ]
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it was obvious
not exactly any other outsiders like you
least not that I've met
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@goddess of death
I am going to conduct a burial ceremony for Rio the Slay.
I am still working out the details with eesh meal.
Seeing how you are also a god of death, I'm extending you an invitation to co-preside the ceremony.
He is the first of our number to have died.
I have faith it will help our comrades heal.
If you accept, please contact me.
Thank you.
-- Erisu qi gall.
THESE NAMES...................
so if you couldn't tell already it sucks shit for names like ours. but apparently others too?? not being a dick here I don't know who "rio the slay" or "eesh meal" is so just call me and we can talk it out
but yeah. I'll help. that's no problem
the tastiest tapioca
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25th December
There is a message with the gift, written on a Christmas postcard: ]
Tezcatlipoa,
It is a Chaldean tradition to celebrate Christmas, and as you are a future member of Chaldea (following your unfortunate summoning by Ritsuka after your inevitable defeat against her), it is my duty to pass on to you that tradition. I am very much aware as to how annoying such a prediction must be to you - surely you will call it senseless. But I am also aware you long for conflict above anything else. Please consider this my attempt to honor both your wishes and the Christmas spirit at once.
Merry Christmas!
-- Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr
delivered sometime this week :)
Inside is an obsidian and basalt (Inscribed on the sides like a Stone of Tizoc) box version of this. It has a little fun extra addition of "breathing" black smoke upon opening.
It's unsigned. ]
DELIVERY 12/25
Tezcatlipoca,
It's getting colder these days. Why don't you enjoy some warm sake?
-Tsurumaru
DELIVERY 12/28 🎁🍐
[Inside is a golden pear. But it's certainly not as heavy as one ought to be, if its truly made of gold. If he takes it in the hands, its still cold, still metal and-]
[There is a seam.]
[As if reacting to being held, the pear opens, and a little song starts to play. A little nozzle can be seen on the inside, which-]
sprays a fine shimmering mist over Tezcatlipoca. Whoah! Now he's going to be very, very glittery and sparkly for 2 weeks, even if he does his best to wash it off. Edward Cullen, eat your heart out.]
[The only note with it reads "To the Fairest of Them All" with a big smiley face.]
01/01
Vash showed me videos of cats
Now that I know a jaguar is just a bigger version of them things really start to make sense
Have a good new year
One with fewer pints of blood lost would be optimal though I know you won't agree
01/05, throws my ass down in here
he knocks on the door, three short, strong raps of a knuckle. )
Hey. It's me.
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He does not acknowledge this at all. Of course. ]
Yo. C’mon in.
[ It’s an easy, casual greeting, because even if his immediate reflex is to tease him for actually showing up, that would be disingenuous. He didn’t actually doubt that he would, since Kaladin is clearly a man of his word, even if it’s something as simple as this.
He steps back to let Kaladin come in, and at this point, Tezcatlipoca’s room does have some character to it. All of the furnishings themselves remain the standard, but there are little touches throughout that make it distinctly his. A bouquet of bright marigolds hangs upside down to dry by the window, a colorful calendar decorates a wall, and the various gifts he’s receives add further decorations—from a toy gun to the very statuette that Kaladin had given him. Sentimental indeed. There’s also a smoky scent that lingers in the air, but it’s not cigarettes—it’s a piney, almost like an incense, though its source isn’t clear.
But he just leads the short way to the desk that he’s pulled out further to make a makeshift table. There are actually two bottles and four glasses sitting on it waiting, but one bottle is significantly smaller than the other, more the size of a beer, though its contents are clearly visible as something opaque and white. ]
You were even right to wait a day, as it turns out. Got one of my hard to get specials delivered this morning, so you get the real shit.
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cw: more suicidal ideation/dissociation... will e-transfer $200 for therapy session
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GOOD TO WRAP UP HERE TBH ✨
APPX AROUND MAY 12-14
He slides in, and leans against a wall. ]
So... I assume you haven't rescinded your offer?
[ The brass metal device is likely familiar to Tezca by now. He's been in Silco's rooms frequently enough that he's seen it, though he's not likely to have seen him use it before. ]
I have a...routine. Of sorts. [ It's always been the same time every day. Well, outside of things with the Kaijus, plans that get in the way, etc etc etc.
There's still a nervous energy to the man. He's not... used to asking for things, and when Jinx had started doing this she'd been much younger. It had been something for the two of them. Something for him to show her that she was trusted, that not everything she did was wrong, or bad, or that she would mess up. Now, she didn't seem to need it, but Silco still did, and doing it himself is...hard. Difficult. Too many years without, that even all this time doing it is still...
Well. He couldn't seem to get back into the habit of making it happen easily. ]
:)
He's feeling a bit pensive lately, after all. He's someone that keeps his promises, and thus, he's been feeling a bit guilty about not fulfilling one of them. People come and go, sure, but he'd still felt a bit of a personal stake in teaching Ereshkigal how flowers thrive in an Underworld.
—So, he's a bit glad for a distraction too. As cool and distant as his expression is at first, it blooms quickly with Silco's question. ]
You assume? C'mon. You think I'm someone that goes back on their word?
[ Ha. That's the irony, obviously. He sits up as he takes a puff of his cigarette and beckons Silco to come closer. ]
Yeah, course I'll give ya a nice stabbing. Like you have to ask, bossman.
😈
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cw: eye stuff lmfao that's gonna be this whole thread along with injections
cw: christy and jill threading
cw: yeah... that.... always
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action, june 30th
Late in the day, Ereshkigal stops by his room and knocks. She's finally be cleared to leave the hospital wing, but she's supposed to stay in her own bed all day instead. As if she would do that! She can see, but barely and light is causing unbearable pain when it's too strong. So of course, she is wearing flower-shaped mirror sunglasses with her name written on them. She also got a white cane to help her navigate around when seeing is too hard.
Oh and she looks super nervous. ]
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Just a sec—
[ He calls out through the door lazily as he rolls off his bed and tugs a pair of sweatpants on. That’s the amount of decency he offers, since he’s expecting this to be, well. Anyone else but who’s there, honestly. So, when he opens the door, he is very much shirtless and those sweatpants are riding low on his hips…!!
…But honestly. It’s really not that different from his usual fit, if we’re honest. ]
Oh. Uh? [ He’s not feeling shame for answering the door this way, of course. He has none of it. ] What’s up? Didn’t expect you to drop by.
[ A pause, since her look is also… unique. He won’t comment on the glasses or the cane, though, since there’s something much more obvious. ]
…You good? You look like you’re about to puke or something.
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A deal is a deal, then. The walk back to base is a long one, considering the type of meal that Toji got from Tezca. Maybe he could change up the scenery with, say, a specific kind of hotel, but he's too thrifty for something like that. Back to base it is, and Toji hasn't paid too much attention to the fact that Tezca is also in the Brimstone wing. It's raining, slightly, but Toji doesn't particularly mind being in the rain. His heightened senses feel a lot more than just light drops on his skin-- it feels amplified, he can hear the rain hitting his body-- Tezca's body. The distant sounds of the city are louder to him, but this is just how he's known most of his life from his Heavenly Restriction; an ability that allows him to surpass normal human strength and normal human senses.
His hand settles on the small of Tezca's back as they walk. ]
You know, I really dislike gods.
[ pretty sure he said this before to Tezca last time he was here, but.. y'know, he can't remember shit. ]
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It’s not like he hadn’t taken Toji seriously—the tilt of the texts was pretty unmistakable—but, hell, he doesn’t know. He figured he’d get ghosted or that the guy would dine and dash. He wouldn’t even be that mad about either case, since it’d be pretty funny. And a few days earlier, he probably would have ended up turning down the after-dinner recreation anyway. It’s not out of any sense of exclusivity or anything like that, but just his own whims.
Now, though? Yeah. He could do with some distraction.
So, though he’d half-heartedly complained a few minutes ago about it starting to rain, it’s not bad now. It’s hot enough at this time of the year that he doesn’t tend to wear his coat, so the cooler rain feels pleasant, especially once he pulls his hair up into a loose bun so that it doesn’t become totally soaked. His day is looking up from the frankly embarrassing way it started, especially when Toji hits him with a hell of a pick-up line. ]
That so?
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs and tosses him a cheeky, almost challenging smirk. ]
You just tellin’ me that as a “by the way” or you changing your mind about me?
[ It’s joking, of course. From that hand resting comfortably on his back, he doesn’t think he’s suddenly developed a personal distaste. ]
Can’t say you’re alone, at least. Plenty of godless fuckers in these parts.
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@kon, text.
i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.
if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.
@goddess of death
You told Silco about what happened after I recovered from the Underworld.
[ That's not a question. That's a statement of fact. And she is very much pissed. ]
ruh roh
that's uh
all I remember saying anyways
if you're pissed about something else you're gonna have to be more specific
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gala end LMAOOO; @dsvoid
crying
can I piss first
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I Will Let You Know When I'm Done
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ok that wasn't so bad actually. done.
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1/2 but only so I can hit him with the
:3
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this icon is just what he's doing on the bike the whole time i swear
HES SO DOWN BAD FOR DAYBIT
@BAD DADDY; TEXT
I won't hesitate to call for reinforcements if it happens again.
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