is that a no? i already wrote up a couple signs, just on paper but i figure there's gotta be a laminator in this place somewhere. rich ppl love to laminate.
did you really make signs when did you make signs??? all you've been doing is slutting it up or sucking johns dick like a pacifier??? when did you get TIME?
i am over the murder now daniel. murder is now old news.
however, in the past month you have: - absconded with said twink, when i needed you you - swapped your heart with a new twink entirely, again, when i needed you - engaged openly in slut behaviour with other twinks, when, guess what? i needed you
you can no longer be trusted with twinks. i'm barely trusting you with any other man over 40 whose names are not john or house. if you're very good, maybe you can fuck one blond bimbo with really huge tits, but it's a huge maybe.
[they were together, weren’t they? she wasn’t in the Burrow. she was leaving, for dinner, because sometimes when you’re full of anger and shame, what you need is your big brother to feed you and tell you yes, it’s fine, you can kill someone. ]
you were making dinner, weren’t you? i went to kiss mercy hello
sure, i remember all of that. the castle, too. fucking zlatka. ( or getting fucked by zlatka, more accurately. ) i remember standing in the kitchen, looking out the window at you. everything after that is black.
i ain't missing time and the memory ain't gone, exactly, but there's this big black space between rubilyk and waking up here that i can't see around.
( which isn't a wholly unusual experience for danny, which is why he needs to know if it's just him or her, too. )
oh. that’s sweet. nice. wouldn’t be allowed when i’m from ( but it’s nice to think people don’t give a shit if two men get married somewhere, even if it’s the place Jem was before and not like the timeline he’s from where Eddie dies and the world keeps moving )
well that can be fixed. o temptress with supposedly slutty thighs, what is your last name?
a mixtape? careful, jembug, i might think you're flirting with me ( he's teasing. he doesn't have a clue if whatever it is on the phone is still called a mixtape. )
the last place -- we didn't really have it we had people from all times and places but no fucking access to music you'd think hell or whatever would have some rock n roll lol
i had a guitar for a while but it turned to ash when i got stuck in the shadowlands i hadn't reinforced it felt kinda... wrong to shove someone's soul in there
everything there was falling apart and to keep it from turning to ash.. you had to soul-forge it take it to the forges and they'd put a soul inside it to keep it from disappearing since souls are forever
souls were.. like building material, currency, everything down there the reapers would try to catch anyone wondering off from any safe spots like the city and nab their souls turn them into ... well, whatever a guitar, chopsticks, a cup to drink from helped with the overcrowding issue
( attachment, an mp3 titled what_do_u_think : a recording starts with a silence, then the strum of the guitar. it's Eddie singing, pieces of a song from her mixtape. )
[ it’s been weeks since something has made her pause, made her go cold all over and knock the wind out of her. the memory is being buried slowly, piece by piece. it’s been pushed into the dark, where Jem’s tried desperately to make it go away. out of sight, out of mind; if she doesn’t think about it, it never happened. if she doesn’t think about it, no one will ever make her feel that way again.
he can’t. Orest is out of reach, a pathetic blip on the multiversal map. he’s nowhere, he’s nothing. she still has to fight back the instinct to send, in a panic: please don’t bring this up. she sucks in a breath instead and reminds herself that she’s fine. she’s safe. no one is going to ever make feel like that again.
minutes pass; long enough that she could just ignore it. move on. keep going. keep burying. it wouldn’t make her any less raw about it, or any less angry. ]
i hate that motherfucker. ( danny knows that jem doesn't like to think about it, talk about it, but there isn't a day that he doesn't wish that he'd knife-fucked that little bitch a new cunt right there in the middle of dinner. ) i hate that you'll talk to me about anything but you won't talk to me about that.
[ not for the first time, Jem misses the intimacy of sharing her thoughts: misses the oppressive wave of Danny’s thoughts blocking out her own; misses the subtle, quiet indications of how she feels. her head is so quiet these days, and especially now.
she misses extending the feeling of i appreciate what you’re doing and i love you for this and talking about it scares me.
( it would have been easier, back in rubilyk, taking some of it, letting her tell him in thoughts over words. another thing to hate. danny's always been all rage with nowhere to go but back inside, his ugly stellar core fat on hate and more hate, but that doesn't have to be jem or john or house. not while he's around. not while he's burning hot enough to sustain the four of them for a long eternity.
he wants to know. he wants to take it for her. )
say it to me if you ain't gonna say it to anyone else.
( fuck that guy. fuck that danny didn't kill him. fuck that danny doesn't know the right words to say to make any of this better because that's another way his daddy failed him, because that's what his daddy to him and now that's what danny does to other people, quid pro quo: make them feel small and worthless. )
[ it hasn't been long at all, has it? three months, give or take. sometimes she still feels worthless, when she's all alone and left to the silence of her own thoughts. she tries very hard not to think about it; she tries even harder not to remember the way Billy had burned with humiliation and anger, how small he'd looked next to her. how little she'd been able to do to to fight.
sometimes she still scrubs herself raw when it's just her in the shower or the bath. frantic, mindless scrubbing, back and forth, over and over again.
she felt worthless before Orest, too. less often than now, but sometimes. she isn't sure she can put into words how much it means that Danny tells her she isn't.]
[ Look, the reception in here has been messing with Matt's thirst traps (or something) but he sent out some normal messages and those delivered fine. So whatever weird is going on, it's probably over.
Therefore, an image: A shirtless young man--slender and pale, with messy dark hair--standing in a hospital room. There's a tattoo of a green lotus over his heart, and another on his right hip depicting a half-monkey, half-man figure. There is also a bandage over his left side, a square of white gauze affixed with tape. The angle of the camera is far back enough to show both his hands, as well as the shirt he's discarded on the narrow hospital bed.
And there's one more thing.
Just in the corner of the frame, but unmistakably present, is Gregory House. He's making bunny ears behind Matt's head. ]
[ Matt is now having the disconcerting experience of being jumpscared by his own sext. Twice, in fact: Once when he realizes it did not go to the intended recipient, and then again when he realizes House photobombed his way into the shot. ]
is the startling news that he doesn’t actually have a license to practice medicine
[ Goodbye, cake-shaped cannibalism and reliving the second-worst night of his life, Matt has discovered a new form of horror. He quickly goes through his entire phone, from contacts to notes to the music app just to be safe. ]
to be fair, i could sent u a thirst trap and he'll probably be in the background in most too he likes to feel involved that's all and i have to indulge him, i can't say no to his little face
[ Matt didn't stick around to chat the last time he saw Jem. Neither of them was in great shape. But the visceral effect Alicent's (Lady Daenerys'?) vision had on her has stuck with him. ]
Hey
I know we barely know each other, but I wanted to see how you were doing
[Oh, is the first thought that flits through her head, entirely surprised and slightly unsure. She hadn't really expected anyone to check in at all, outwith her own circle. When you kill someone - and when you love someone who also loves to kill people - it tends to leave you, well. On the outskirts. Ignored; put aside.
Matt was nice to her, a while ago. He was nice even when it was obvious that she was guilty, no matter how real and visceral her panic attack had been. Cautiously, she decides not to be a brat in turn: ]
[ This will become ironic when Pierce kills him a few days from now, then either unironic or post-ironic when he reanimates the week after that.
Gingerly, Matt tries "being vulnerable," which is a move too potent and volatile to try around people he actually knows: ]
I feel weird about trying so hard to solve murders that it turns out were reversible. And a bunch of people are mad at me for reasons I can only sort of keep track of?
Other than that, sure. I thought this game was gonna end with every single one of us dying and turning into canapes for the next round of guests, and it's cool to be wrong about that.
I'm mad I'm not as smart as I thought I was for fucking sure!!
As smart as I hoped I was, anyway
A lot of people seem to have come from environments with more cannibalism than I'm strictly used to. My working theory is the house pulls people from slightly worse places to really kickstart the Stockholm Syndrome
my home-home is like, the middle of nowhere england. and it's really nothing special honestly, but it's pretty in summer i guess?
anyway, we had a zombie event in 2009. it was a whole thing, whole country went absolutely tits up. we managed to find a treatment to restore their bran function so they could be people again? but they're still like, partially dead. my brothers one of them, actually
not danny, lol. kieren. he's still home with our parents. anyway our village has always kind of been middle of nowhere bigoted and they're extra bigoted about the partially deceased now, so it's a bit shit.
so anyway, zombies are a whole thing and when they weren't treated they were fucking scary, so it fucked me up a little bit? i ended up in this cross-multiverse city doing like, therapy in exchange for fucking a lot. it was nice, i miss it. i tried to leave to go live my boyfriend and we got separated and i ended up in the middle of nowhere eastern europe which in retrospect, might have been purgatory idk. it was surrounded by this void. everyone turned into monsters if they didn't fuck or fight regularly.
the locals worshipped this spider lady and when they got like, really old and were ready to die she would cook them up in her castle ??? i went to a feast and all the food was people
it's kind of cool to experience different worlds and stuff, but like, this is the second one i didn't really mean to end up in lol
[ Matt is, frankly, impressed that his phone loads this message.
He reads it a few times over, lingering on what are, to him, the most unusual points. Where he comes from, a zombie is effectively a magically lobotomized person. They're called dead colloquially, but it's more like "dead inside," and the whole phenomenon is a rare one. Very few practitioners know how to create the effect, and from what Matt's heard, it's both dangerous and expensive. Still, from the context of what Jem's shared here and the vision Alicent revealed, he thinks he can put together that where she comes from, zombies are a different kind of frightening. Dead, and deadly.
(He wouldn't be surprised to learn Danny had made zombies. Not at this point in their acquaintance. He has the aesthetic lens to be a good spellcaster, the fascination with death and taboos to turn that way.) ]
You have lived quite a life, [ is his first reply. ] I'm starting to worry that way more of the universe is cannibalism-based than I previously thought, but at least the spider lady seems to have been sourcing ethically. The city where you fuck for therapy does sound nice, though.
I'm sorry to hear about all of that from back home. I don't think anything I can say will adequately convey that [ Which always frustrates him, the vapor of words. How little they count. ] but I am.
[ He has to admit, though, that he agrees with Jem. It's fascinating to experience different worlds. Even if the experiences themselves often suck. ]
[ And good for her mental health, Matt imagines. He wonders if he should be journaling or something, but to capture his emotions rather than just spell diagrams and theories about the house. ]
It's true, nothing good is easy. At least in my experience. I can't even tell you how many fires I set and houseplants I lost learning how to do magic
you are not dumb stop that i did appreciate you defending my feet, i’m still pretty upset i had to throw my show to prove those tiny feet weren’t mine 😔
no, you’re too sweet to kill danny might try if it looks like you’re into it though so be careful
It was you who entered my chambers unbidden. You, who put poison in my cup, and the jars of creams that once stayed there. You who sent me to my death.
Hey. I never really got to know your brother, but if you guys need anything, or if you miss hanging with some asshole old guy, let me know. Need something to replace my evening badminton with House.
I've never been into tennis but the shuttlecock is fun. Plus you get to say shuttlecock. Fair warning, getting turned into a vampire kinda gave me an unfair advantage.
Oh yeah, he's definitely an Andre Agasse level sore loser. Not great to kick a man's ass in sports and then let him do invasive medical procedures to you.
[ Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... one particular vampire was spening his "day" (night) trying to beat Saltburn's tendency to make it difficult to get where you wanna go, so as to drop off gifts.
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Son't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains a package of gingerbread (purchased, not baked) and knockoff discman with "The Velvet Underground and Nico" (1967) and "OK Computer" (1997) on CD. ]
[ The image attached is a selfie, of sorts. Matt is lying in what seems to be a pile of laundry, though on closer inspection, there's something wrong here. What looked at first glance like an exploded feather pillow directly under Matt's back is actually a pair of wings. Another, smaller pair has sprouted from his temples, and more wing structures ripple down his forearms.
Matt himself doesn't look distressed, exactly, though the line of his mouth is drawn down in the platonic ideal of a frowny face. His eyes look weird in this photo, kind of like when you catch a raccoon out at night. White-glowing, the pupil and iris impossible to detect. ]
You know, Louis' killed a lot of people, and from what I hear he was also a werewolf in the Hunger Games, but I haven't had anyone get hung up on my association with him. I think there's more murderers in this house than there aren't. You'll do fine.
[ stop buying Pleasers and smudging your eyeliner. ]
Also the thing where you were fucking a doctor three times your age. And remember that time you called me dad because I told you not to shoot up with dirty needles? I just figure there's something going on there.
I'm just saying. Maybe the daddy issues are more about whether you fit in with your nice normal dad. I mean, my parents were really normal, as much as anybody was in California in the sixties. I still left town as soon as I finished high school and didn't look back.
Just a film by a little-known director who made Star Wars.
But we were talking about your non-existant daddy issues. It's fine, you can just be a fuck-up. Besides, I'm a shitty father, not interested in failing at it a third time.
( that still makes his blood boil, every time he remembers it. but so much has happened. so fucking much. he's glad that this version of Jem hasn't lived through what happened after. )
i'll start something for billy too... fuck it's weird without him
you were gonna propose propose but we were all already vampire married you missed... uh... the cannibalism we all got locked up for a month -- all us void touched then there was a bug invasion but they were like huge spider bugs uh... lottie's gone aemond and his family are gone danny left and came back we got a second story and a room you take care of a little grey cat and i got us a dog that billy says isn't ours
[ there's a lot to take in there. most of it terrible, one thing spiking terrible pleasure before it's subdued by the sobering reality that Stephen Strange didn't lie to her: Danny did leave her. she'll have to sit with that later. ]
i miss him so much. do you think he would have said yes?
This Is The Curse Of Bloody Mary! You Must Forward This Message To Ten People, Or She Will Come And Find You And Kill You! She Knows Where You Live. She Will Hang Your Corpse For Everyone To See And Laugh At You. She Will Find You!
they involve you suspended in the middle of my room and the rope braided in your hair. maybe i'll let danny know so we can take turns with you throughout the day.( and maybe that cop. maybe. )
you love when i am mean also time's ticking and your ass is gonna be red before we even start at this rate( don't say this isn't him being totally whipped into giving her what she wants )
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( they don't do hospital corners, what the fuck! it's neurotic 4am hour with danny johnson, out on an early morning run. )
you and john probably don't know any better but i know and i'm gonna go fuckin batshit
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god i would love to examine ur brain under a microscope or a scan or smth
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when did you make signs??? all you've been doing is slutting it up or sucking johns dick like a pacifier??? when did you get TIME?
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( him??? your brother, the lunatic? )
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karma IS real
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( twink! )
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however, in the past month you have:
- absconded with said twink, when i needed you you
- swapped your heart with a new twink entirely, again, when i needed you
- engaged openly in slut behaviour with other twinks, when, guess what? i needed you
you can no longer be trusted with twinks. i'm barely trusting you with any other man over 40 whose names are not john or house. if you're very good, maybe you can fuck one blond bimbo with really huge tits, but it's a huge maybe.
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hey, have you met the devil yet?
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i volunteered you as a virgin btw, forgot to say :)
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what do you last remember before waking up here?
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[because it was crying about orest. because she felt pathetic and so small. ]
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do you remember if we arrived together? if we left together?
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[they were together, weren’t they? she wasn’t in the Burrow. she was leaving, for dinner, because sometimes when you’re full of anger and shame, what you need is your big brother to feed you and tell you yes, it’s fine, you can kill someone. ]
you were making dinner, weren’t you? i went to kiss mercy hello
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i ain't missing time and the memory ain't gone, exactly, but there's this big black space between rubilyk and waking up here that i can't see around.
( which isn't a wholly unusual experience for danny, which is why he needs to know if it's just him or her, too. )
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that would be correct 😌😌 who’s this????
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did you want to come running with me?
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What is Jem short for?
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what kind of run, exactly?
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that's a pretty huge assumption to make :)
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i think that means i am an EXCEPTIONALLY good girl, actually
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Do the kitchens not have cows milk? What's the world coming to.
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is it a surprise pressie?? can i have it now??
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so i see i misunderstood what kind of daddy you were talking about when you said your daddy was a god
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house isn’t the god tho
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so there’s more than one daddy?
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it seems a little early to be explaining our family history to you
u don’t even know my last name
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well that can be fixed. o temptress with supposedly slutty thighs, what is your last name?
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25 years
:)
it’s [ hargrove. gaius. house. munson. ] johnson
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did i tell u when i’m from?
well, jj, now that problem’s solved
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86, right?
jj lol
that’s cute
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my memory’s shit anyway, this place isn’t helping on the sober and present front
i’ll have to see if you’re more a jemmybean or a jj in person
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all i have is like
a vibrator 😔😔😔
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ask the library for something nice
and welcome back to the future?
i found something in my room that’s either a vibrator or some sort of magical electronic cigarette thing. maybe both
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i should ask for some modern MUSIC for you in that case
future education ??
that sounds ominous. if your vibrator is emitting smoke, throw it away
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someone showed me that we can buy music on our phones and the credit card is free money so... help me load up, o modern maiden
it says it's something called a vape
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oh my god wait
[ she doesn't have to try and remember songs, how they sound, how they look, the pace, the beats - she can just. find them? download them? send - ]
i can make you a mixtape!!!!
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the last place -- we didn't really have it
we had people from all times and places but no fucking access to music
you'd think hell or whatever would have some rock n roll lol
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some records
that was it, really
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i would have loved something like that
i had a guitar for a while
but it turned to ash when i got stuck in the shadowlands
i hadn't reinforced it
felt kinda... wrong to shove someone's soul in there
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what
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purgatory or hell or w/e right?
everything there was falling apart
and to keep it from turning to ash.. you had to soul-forge it
take it to the forges and they'd put a soul inside it to keep it from disappearing since souls are forever
souls were.. like building material, currency, everything down there
the reapers would try to catch anyone wondering off from any safe spots like the city and nab their souls
turn them into ... well, whatever
a guitar, chopsticks, a cup to drink from
helped with the overcrowding issue
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they've got warm water
no shadows
no reapers
no fear you'll be a coin in someone's pocket
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so probably not
but that's nothing new
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what if i tell you i have a dark little voice in my head that talks to me a lot of the time
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but i know ur broke
let me just be nice
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just most of the time
sure
i'll try :)
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sorry
working on it
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why don't you come see me play
i take requests
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any requests then?
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you know any soft rock ballads?
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but i draw the line at free bird
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you’ve got one of the two future songs i can play already
early/mid august
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he can’t. Orest is out of reach, a pathetic blip on the multiversal map. he’s nowhere, he’s nothing. she still has to fight back the instinct to send, in a panic: please don’t bring this up. she sucks in a breath instead and reminds herself that she’s fine. she’s safe. no one is going to ever make feel like that again.
minutes pass; long enough that she could just ignore it. move on. keep going. keep burying. it wouldn’t make her any less raw about it, or any less angry. ]
i know
but i wanted it to be me
[maybe now it’ll just be Billy. ]
i deserved to have it be me
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( including that. )
i hate that motherfucker. ( danny knows that jem doesn't like to think about it, talk about it, but there isn't a day that he doesn't wish that he'd knife-fucked that little bitch a new cunt right there in the middle of dinner. ) i hate that you'll talk to me about anything but you won't talk to me about that.
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she misses extending the feeling of i appreciate what you’re doing and i love you for this and talking about it scares me.
all she has now, is:]
thinking about it makes me feel sick
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( it would have been easier, back in rubilyk, taking some of it, letting her tell him in thoughts over words. another thing to hate. danny's always been all rage with nowhere to go but back inside, his ugly stellar core fat on hate and more hate, but that doesn't have to be jem or john or house. not while he's around. not while he's burning hot enough to sustain the four of them for a long eternity.
he wants to know. he wants to take it for her. )
say it to me if you ain't gonna say it to anyone else.
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i don’t
i don’t want you to look at me differently
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1/2
ugly
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and it hurt
he took things from me that i trusted other people with and he ruined them
he made me feel small
and worthless
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baby, you ain't worthless.
cw: rape aftermath thoughts
sometimes she still scrubs herself raw when it's just her in the shower or the bath. frantic, mindless scrubbing, back and forth, over and over again.
she felt worthless before Orest, too. less often than now, but sometimes. she isn't sure she can put into words how much it means that Danny tells her she isn't.]
you never make me feel worthless.
i want the things he took from me back
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Therefore, an image: A shirtless young man--slender and pale, with messy dark hair--standing in a hospital room. There's a tattoo of a green lotus over his heart, and another on his right hip depicting a half-monkey, half-man figure. There is also a bandage over his left side, a square of white gauze affixed with tape. The angle of the camera is far back enough to show both his hands, as well as the shirt he's discarded on the narrow hospital bed.
And there's one more thing.
Just in the corner of the frame, but unmistakably present, is Gregory House. He's making bunny ears behind Matt's head. ]
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if so, i have some STARTLING news
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is the startling news that he doesn’t actually have a license to practice medicine
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god can't believe i instantly dropped the ball on this SORRY feel free to disregard
But in the spirit of fairness, I feel like I should say: 1) thirst traps were not his specific medical recommendation
and 2) I am so sorry for the sexual harassment, this won't sound at all believable but some of my texts lately have been going, like
awry
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he's silly like that
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How do you know all this?
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i also don't mind the thirst traps :)
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well. there's more where that came from :)
probably without your cohabitator, but apparently I can't be 100% on that
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he likes to feel involved that's all and i have to indulge him, i can't say no to his little face
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though my perception is colored by the fact that he was the guy giving me pain meds for a few days there.
Plus, it would be extremely hypocritical of me to object to his presence in my text messages when I started it
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do you want a thirst trap tho
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But also: ]
yes please
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also do u want anything in your care package?
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what about zombies
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i wanna know everything about you
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i'd rather tell you in person
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when i come down?
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there’s telepaths everywhere, people are bound to find out anyway
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Hey
I know we barely know each other, but I wanted to see how you were doing
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Matt was nice to her, a while ago. He was nice even when it was obvious that she was guilty, no matter how real and visceral her panic attack had been. Cautiously, she decides not to be a brat in turn: ]
oh, you know! i'll live!
you doing ok?
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[ This will become ironic when Pierce kills him a few days from now, then either unironic or post-ironic when he reanimates the week after that.
Gingerly, Matt tries "being vulnerable," which is a move too potent and volatile to try around people he actually knows: ]
I feel weird about trying so hard to solve murders that it turns out were reversible. And a bunch of people are mad at me for reasons I can only sort of keep track of?
Other than that, sure. I thought this game was gonna end with every single one of us dying and turning into canapes for the next round of guests, and it's cool to be wrong about that.
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you know what's funny is the last real like 'meal' i had before ending up here WAS a people banquet
lmfao kind of fucked up if it happened AGAIN
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As smart as I hoped I was, anyway
A lot of people seem to have come from environments with more cannibalism than I'm strictly used to. My working theory is the house pulls people from slightly worse places to really kickstart the Stockholm Syndrome
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not me tho i’m really smart all the time obviously
can i tmi and tldr for a bit, it’s about cannibalism
and zombies
and monsters!
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please do, I'm looking to expand my horizons on most of those points
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my home-home is like, the middle of nowhere england. and it's really nothing special honestly, but it's pretty in summer i guess?
anyway, we had a zombie event in 2009. it was a whole thing, whole country went absolutely tits up. we managed to find a treatment to restore their bran function so they could be people again? but they're still like, partially dead. my brothers one of them, actually
not danny, lol. kieren. he's still home with our parents. anyway our village has always kind of been middle of nowhere bigoted and they're extra bigoted about the partially deceased now, so it's a bit shit.
so anyway, zombies are a whole thing and when they weren't treated they were fucking scary, so it fucked me up a little bit? i ended up in this cross-multiverse city doing like, therapy in exchange for fucking a lot. it was nice, i miss it. i tried to leave to go live my boyfriend and we got separated and i ended up in the middle of nowhere eastern europe which in retrospect, might have been purgatory idk. it was surrounded by this void. everyone turned into monsters if they didn't fuck or fight regularly.
the locals worshipped this spider lady and when they got like, really old and were ready to die she would cook them up in her castle ??? i went to a feast and all the food was people
it's kind of cool to experience different worlds and stuff, but like, this is the second one i didn't really mean to end up in lol
storytime!!!!!
He reads it a few times over, lingering on what are, to him, the most unusual points. Where he comes from, a zombie is effectively a magically lobotomized person. They're called dead colloquially, but it's more like "dead inside," and the whole phenomenon is a rare one. Very few practitioners know how to create the effect, and from what Matt's heard, it's both dangerous and expensive. Still, from the context of what Jem's shared here and the vision Alicent revealed, he thinks he can put together that where she comes from, zombies are a different kind of frightening. Dead, and deadly.
(He wouldn't be surprised to learn Danny had made zombies. Not at this point in their acquaintance. He has the aesthetic lens to be a good spellcaster, the fascination with death and taboos to turn that way.) ]
You have lived quite a life, [ is his first reply. ] I'm starting to worry that way more of the universe is cannibalism-based than I previously thought, but at least the spider lady seems to have been sourcing ethically. The city where you fuck for therapy does sound nice, though.
I'm sorry to hear about all of that from back home. I don't think anything I can say will adequately convey that [ Which always frustrates him, the vapor of words. How little they count. ] but I am.
[ He has to admit, though, that he agrees with Jem. It's fascinating to experience different worlds. Even if the experiences themselves often suck. ]
It sounds fucking hard.
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i mean, it's okay. it was hard for a long time in different ways, and then it was livable for the most part. nothing good is ever easy right???
i miss my friends a lot. i miss my big brother. i write to them, here, actually? just in case i ever see them and need to catch them up lol
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[ And good for her mental health, Matt imagines. He wonders if he should be journaling or something, but to capture his emotions rather than just spell diagrams and theories about the house. ]
It's true, nothing good is easy. At least in my experience. I can't even tell you how many fires I set and houseplants I lost learning how to do magic
@SET
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They are made by hand and have the chocolate chips. You did say you wished for chocolate during imprisonment.
[ hi jem he has zero issue with your being a wolf; the more important matter is cookies ]
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text; un: gingerailed
insert tyra banks screaming gif here!!
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i’m sorry i love u i tried really hard to keep u alive ❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭
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which ok I am but nobody needed to know that!
wait was someone actually going to kill me?!
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i did appreciate you defending my feet, i’m still pretty upset i had to throw my show to prove those tiny feet weren’t mine 😔
no, you’re too sweet to kill
danny might try if it looks like you’re into it though so be careful
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aww, well that's actually really nice to hear.
I'm not really into murder as a general rule. but my goodness he's sexy.
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don’t tell him that his ego is huge
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is that the only thing that is?
@stark
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It was you who entered my chambers unbidden. You, who put poison in my cup, and the jars of creams that once stayed there. You who sent me to my death.
Do you deny it?
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sorry, it wasn't personal
the game said it had to be someone
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And why poison was your weapon.
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and it's painless
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I was the third that you attacked. Did you know what you were doing?
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i wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the game, though
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I'd prefer it.
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Are you okay?
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it's sweet of you to check in ♥ i'm
fine :)
are u ok? all your limbs still working after your snooze?
un: dm
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you better have let house win
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delivery - fwd-dated to 24th.
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Son't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains a package of gingerbread (purchased, not baked) and knockoff discman with "The Velvet Underground and Nico" (1967) and "OK Computer" (1997) on CD. ]
text; sometime around 12/21 (cw: body horror)
[ The image attached is a selfie, of sorts. Matt is lying in what seems to be a pile of laundry, though on closer inspection, there's something wrong here. What looked at first glance like an exploded feather pillow directly under Matt's back is actually a pair of wings. Another, smaller pair has sprouted from his temples, and more wing structures ripple down his forearms.
Matt himself doesn't look distressed, exactly, though the line of his mouth is drawn down in the platonic ideal of a frowny face. His eyes look weird in this photo, kind of like when you catch a raccoon out at night. White-glowing, the pupil and iris impossible to detect. ]
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smash
smash smash smash
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actually
kind of makes him feel better???? ]
wait really?
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unless you have a biblically accurate wheel instead of junk now
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my junk appears normal
[ Honestly, not a given. ]
me again bc i have a problem
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😔 his murdering was actively stopping me from getting laid 😔😔😔😔😔
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no, they just don't like the murdering
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Sure, okay. They get that people come back, though, right?
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You know, Louis' killed a lot of people, and from what I hear he was also a werewolf in the Hunger Games, but I haven't had anyone get hung up on my association with him. I think there's more murderers in this house than there aren't. You'll do fine.
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anyway, everyone likes you, don't they? you have a likeable face
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[ "Weirdly reassuring", he remembers. ]
And what, you're only appealing to old guys and murderers?
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do i look like i have daddy issues daniel
be honest
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[ stop buying Pleasers and smudging your eyeliner. ]
Also the thing where you were fucking a doctor three times your age. And remember that time you called me dad because I told you not to shoot up with dirty needles? I just figure there's something going on there.
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he’s sort of boring and really lovely?
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his names steve
works for the rail service. loves a board game and a cuppa
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they're pretty solid
her names susan
sue lol
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How many years since you saw them?
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five, i think. could be longer
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i don't know if they're frozen in time, or - if it keeps going, and i just go back to that moment? but i don't think they notice that i'm gone, really
so i'd probs look mental when i start being soppy
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But we were talking about your non-existant daddy issues. It's fine, you can just be a fuck-up. Besides, I'm a shitty father, not interested in failing at it a third time.
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I'm not actually into daddy kink. I'm more of a professor-and-student kinda guy.
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it's a yes obv but who
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un: silco
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[ hmmm ]
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i'll think abt it
what do u wanna know specifically
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You may omit the prurient details if that makes you uncomfortable.
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are you blackmailing him
pls say yes
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[ lie. ]
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we came here from the same place, he attended one (1) orgy at my house, he was surprisingly gentle from what i saw
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text — un: mop
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not remembering
the whole undead thing
but hey
we got vampire married and you don't remember either :(
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i thought of it as always finding a way to you, i guess.
i wish i could remember. i’ve
i’ve never had someone tell me that i’m still there when i go. that life goes on. it’s kind of comforting. i think it means billy still has us?
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we could do it again
yeah, our favorite cannibal is still probably out there screaming at me for adopting a raccoon
they do match u two, huh
i was feeling left out
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cannibal?
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cw: cannibalism
so now he eats people :)
congrats
you have two husbands who need to consume other people to survive
is it all you've ever wanted?
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i was on vampire lockdown when he did it anyway
with....
huh
i don't remember.....
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shit
( that still makes his blood boil, every time he remembers it. but so much has happened. so fucking much. he's glad that this version of Jem hasn't lived through what happened after. )
i'm glad you got out
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we’ve been here six months. almost 7
i
i wrote you letter? you and billy
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yeah
a lot happened back in the good old rubilyk too
letters?
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but anyway, it's weird. what did i miss?
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it's weird without him
you were gonna propose propose
but we were all already vampire married
you missed... uh... the cannibalism
we all got locked up for a month -- all us void touched
then there was a bug invasion but they were like huge spider bugs
uh... lottie's gone
aemond and his family are gone
danny left and came back
we got a second story and a room
you take care of a little grey cat and i got us a dog that billy says isn't ours
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i miss him so much.
do you think he would have said yes?
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he gave me his blood too
i think he'd do it now
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i mean. of course he did.
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the real one not the vampire one
he's really warming up
our baby boy
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nothing… smells like him anymore
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i haven't washed them
or the pillow i showed up with
( they'll have to preserve those for as long as they can, along with the blood vial Eddie wears around his neck. )
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god this is so weird but you can't judge me if you've drank my blood ok
can i smell them?
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first, you're my type of weird
second, scents are pretty much how my brain is wired to find you so i can't judge you even ignoring that i need you blood to stay alive
third, of course
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i love you
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they're in my room
in a bag, in the dresser ( to preserve the scents, ok )
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( he'll get the pillow and clothes out and everything. )
text — un: jones
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Where are you?
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why, are u gonna come get me
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Yeah, I am.
But you're not getting a spanking for wandering off. I don't like the idea of you being alone right now.
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i'm sooo fine though?? soooo fine
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ATTENTION!
This Is The Curse Of Bloody Mary! You Must Forward This Message To Ten People, Or She Will Come And Find You And Kill You! She Knows Where You Live. She Will Hang Your Corpse For Everyone To See And Laugh At You. She Will Find You!
THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!!!!!!!!!!
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[ Absolutely not. ]
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if u promise not to tell anyone i’ll make u immune to my chain mail curse
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I Vow On The Heads Of My Slaughtered Enemies That I Will Not Tell Anyone That You Are Bloody Mary. Please Do Not Gnaw On My Bones And Soft Parts.
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if you curse ten more people for me i’ll bestow 20 years good luck on u
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That Is A Lot More People To Curse. What About 30 Years?
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Ok Fine I Will Do As You Say.
[ And definitely not plot any murders. ]
— text | un: munchies
( no context needed or added. )
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and some ideas
of the devious sort
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do you trust me?
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i've got you
you don't even have to think
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all you have to do is take it
like the good cockslut princess you are
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on my way back!!!
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i wanna try and guess who’s touching me
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you love when i am mean
also time's ticking and your ass is gonna be red before we even start at this rate ( don't say this isn't him being totally whipped into giving her what she wants )
text — un: goatface
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summer = better weather and fruit but fall means we can dance in the rain :((((
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( or, you know, murdering people. )
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sometimes its icy
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but summer is nice
do u think the balfours will do a feast
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