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Hey. . hey cat, I like your little toes. I like the way your fur feels under my little hands. Cat, cat, come here, cat.

Ground 0 -
For all your. . NnnNnnNEeeEeeeEEEeeEDdddSSssS

x

((What on earth happened these past few days? Why are people gone? What is happening?))

· ooc · ??? ·
Did you see? His life would be more 'stable', and it seems he is just playing along with you because it is what you want, or, because of his future. Aha, it seems you are causing misery after all. Do you have any other skills? Hobbies? It must be sad.
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

This might come as a shocker, but I don’t feel like dealing with you or your shit today, so piss off.

Must be hard hearing it from somebody else. x

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Hey you said name the weapon so I did, and don’t give me that crap, I’m not made out of glass and I could wreck you in my sleep. 

But I get it, you’re too scared to come without some furry backup. That’s fine, go ahead, bring something to hide behind. I don’t fucking care.

Maybe it is you I should keep, after all. You, who will entertain me. You, who speaks such threatening words because we both know there is little you can do. You, who will grovel at my feet if I chose to say even a part of what I know. Does the nice boy know the whole story? I doubt you even told him. Oh, does it hurt to hear it reiterated again and again, if not from those meddlesome ‘scientists’, if not from me, than from your own thoughts? Do you dream of it? Is this why I never see you when I slumber? Ah, I think you will serve just fine. We can let the nice boy have his peace, and you, you can come to terms with your own. x

I can and I will ruin you, I swear to god. You come near me, or Jonas, you won’t walk away from it, and if I can’t get to you, I’ll go after that bitch you seem so fucking attached too. You wanna keep playing this game, keep dancing around shit you shouldn’t even know, but somehow do - then fine. Fine.

Tit for tat fuck face. 

I’m not here for your entertainment and I’m sure as hell not going to grovel at your feet over shit you shouldn’t know about, but I will find you and I will hurt you.

Come play with me, then. I’ll be seeing you. x

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Hey you said name the weapon so I did, and don’t give me that crap, I’m not made out of glass and I could wreck you in my sleep. 

But I get it, you’re too scared to come without some furry backup. That’s fine, go ahead, bring something to hide behind. I don’t fucking care.

Maybe it is you I should keep, after all. You, who will entertain me. You, who speaks such threatening words because we both know there is little you can do. You, who will grovel at my feet if I chose to say even a part of what I know. Does the nice boy know the whole story? I doubt you even told him. Oh, does it hurt to hear it reiterated again and again, if not from those meddlesome ‘scientists’, if not from me, than from your own thoughts? Do you dream of it? Is this why I never see you when I slumber? Ah, I think you will serve just fine. We can let the nice boy have his peace, and you, you can come to terms with your own. x

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

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The fuck is the matter with you? Don’t get some animal dragged into this fucking fight. This is about you, douchebag - but I am telling you, you bring a dog and it gets in the way I won’t feel too terrible about removing the problem to get to you.

You come, and you come alone.

Oh, oh, oh!

                  I should have elaborated. 

What walks on twos in the daytime, twos at night, and when that which vanishes on the quarter is in plain sight, walks on fours? 

… Go climb a wall of dicks you god damn prick.

Says he who wishes to be accompanied by a blow torch. Oh, I see. Is it a level playing field you want? Because it would be, oh, ‘dreadfully rude of me’ to even touch somebody so fragile.

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Are they allowing bodies through the US mail system? Perhaps I should ship yours to your friend.

                                        Or parents. x

How about you go fuck yourself?

Is it true that people revert to this primitive state of crude language and loud outbursts when they feel they’ve no other retort? I wonder.

Seriously, go fuck yourself. Don’t you have something better to do then pissing me off? Or do you just have a damn death wish?

Are you inviting me on a playdate? aAhAhAhhAa. . The ghost prince will humour you. He will even allow a weapon of choice. x heehee.

Not a fucking playdate you batshit asshole, it’ll be your god damn funeral. 

Seriously, piss off. 

The deal is done, the web is spun. 

                                  Your move, knight.

                                                   Weapons on your terms.

Man I really fucking hate you.

Fine. 

I’ll bring a god damn blow torch, you just need to show up, and I’ll be more then glad to shut you the fuck up. It’ll spare everyone else a god damn headache.

Fire! Fire, fire, fire. Holy, holy, holy. . !

       So this is the game you chose to play, using a great weakness of mine, I see.

In the meantime, let me reside inside your thoughts. What to bring, what to bring. . As I understand it, dogs do enjoy playing with small children.  I will have to consider it, or, would that be foul of me? 

Ah, I am not the one with the blow torch!

The fuck is the matter with you? Don’t get some animal dragged into this fucking fight. This is about you, douchebag - but I am telling you, you bring a dog and it gets in the way I won’t feel too terrible about removing the problem to get to you.

You come, and you come alone.

Oh, oh, oh!

                  I should have elaborated. 

What walks on twos in the daytime, twos at night, and when that which vanishes on the quarter is in plain sight, walks on fours? 

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Are they allowing bodies through the US mail system? Perhaps I should ship yours to your friend.

                                        Or parents. x

How about you go fuck yourself?

Is it true that people revert to this primitive state of crude language and loud outbursts when they feel they’ve no other retort? I wonder.

Seriously, go fuck yourself. Don’t you have something better to do then pissing me off? Or do you just have a damn death wish?

Are you inviting me on a playdate? aAhAhAhhAa. . The ghost prince will humour you. He will even allow a weapon of choice. x heehee.

Not a fucking playdate you batshit asshole, it’ll be your god damn funeral. 

Seriously, piss off. 

The deal is done, the web is spun. 

                                  Your move, knight.

                                                   Weapons on your terms.

Man I really fucking hate you.

Fine. 

I’ll bring a god damn blow torch, you just need to show up, and I’ll be more then glad to shut you the fuck up. It’ll spare everyone else a god damn headache.

Fire! Fire, fire, fire. Holy, holy, holy. . !

       So this is the game you chose to play, using a great weakness of mine, I see.

In the meantime, let me reside inside your thoughts. What to bring, what to bring. . As I understand it, dogs do enjoy playing with small children.  I will have to consider it, or, would that be foul of me? 

Ah, I am not the one with the blow torch!

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Are they allowing bodies through the US mail system? Perhaps I should ship yours to your friend.

                                        Or parents. x

How about you go fuck yourself?

Is it true that people revert to this primitive state of crude language and loud outbursts when they feel they’ve no other retort? I wonder.

Seriously, go fuck yourself. Don’t you have something better to do then pissing me off? Or do you just have a damn death wish?

Are you inviting me on a playdate? aAhAhAhhAa. . The ghost prince will humour you. He will even allow a weapon of choice. x heehee.

Not a fucking playdate you batshit asshole, it’ll be your god damn funeral. 

Seriously, piss off. 

The deal is done, the web is spun. 

                                  Your move, knight.

                                                   Weapons on your terms.

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Are they allowing bodies through the US mail system? Perhaps I should ship yours to your friend.

                                        Or parents. x

How about you go fuck yourself?

Is it true that people revert to this primitive state of crude language and loud outbursts when they feel they’ve no other retort? I wonder.

Seriously, go fuck yourself. Don’t you have something better to do then pissing me off? Or do you just have a damn death wish?

Are you inviting me on a playdate? aAhAhAhhAa. . The ghost prince will humour you. He will even allow a weapon of choice. x heehee.

  · chat ·
I could just keep you instead. Then the nice velvet jacket lad could lead a normal, happy life. And you; all eternity to sort out your qualms. x
quatvondee

laochnaofa:

quatvondee:

laochnaofa:

Don’t you fucking come near me, I swear to god. I’ll send you back to your Fiend in a UPS box so busted even she won’t be able to put your lunatic ass back together.

Are they allowing bodies through the US mail system? Perhaps I should ship yours to your friend.

                                        Or parents. x

How about you go fuck yourself?

Is it true that people revert to this primitive state of crude language and loud outbursts when they feel they’ve no other retort? I wonder.

  · chat ·
viwan themes
There's a light on in the attic.
Though the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickering flutter,
and I know what it's about.

Do turn on the light. .