The Touch Of Her Fingertips On His Skin Makes His Arm  g L I T C H  and Shiver, Little Bursts Of Static

// this blog will be much more active after the holidays when i’m not as busy

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Red, green, blue. Red, green, blue. The haphazard colours reflected chaotically in the whites of Mireya’s distant eyes, her gaze only shifting to take Anti in after his manic laughter broke the silence of the room. Whatever he’d said to her had gone in one of the ‘doll’s’ ears and out of the other.

All of a sudden, Mireya giggled with him, though the gesture was soft and hollow. The smile that lingered bore an undercurrent of pain. She looked down into her lap, a bloodied knife dormant on the ruined fabric. Even the knife itself was damaged, as if someone had taken a good chunk out of the sharp metal.

“I killed him.” She said. Where the knife had come from was a mystery. It could have been one of Anti’s that had been carelessly left somewhere, or it might have belonged to the victim that was now scattered into puzzle pieces all around the dark room. “I killed him with this knife. Now I’m almost like you.”

The demon is giggling to himself, continuing his mindless doodling in the blood. His gaze flickers between the blood, the  s c a t t e r e d  pieces of the corpse and his doll. So many interesting things to view in this moment. Where to look, where to look?

A quiet giggle joins his own, and Anti snaps his eyes towards Mireya. A wicked grin now on his lips. 

❝Yͣͬͣ̀͌óu͑ ̷̈͂ͥ͋̃̿̽did,❞ he hums. ❝You killed him good and dead! And made such a p̶ret̸t͠y͡ me̕ss̸.❞ Anti glitches out, disappearing and reappearing around the room, taking in the gore of the butchered body. (Impressive) The weapon, a spare knife belonging to Anti, did it’s job. Although it seemed to take some unfortunate damage in the process, it would be rather useless now.

Almost like Anti? Oh, sweet little doll. No one is like Anti.

❝Nah, if you were anything like me you’d be laughing right now,❞ the demon points out, almost scoffing. ❝You would be celebrating! You would be ecstatic and exploding!❞ As if to show an example Anti himself glitches wildly, bursts of static and color where he stands.

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

— 「 prompt 」

❝O̡ͣͤ̅h̒͋ ̵͊̉̒͐͋ͭǹ͊͐̂́o͆̾͝, I bet it was beautiful in a  b e a u t i f u l  sort of way!❞ Anti corrects the other, pitchy voice giddy as he takes in the sight. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this beholder finds beauty in the dark and twisted and gory. 

His movements are erratic, arms gesturing wildly around, incapable of being still. He happily pictures pristine, white snow slowly being stained crimson as the blood seeps and soaks in. ❝We should bring more stories like that to life. Bring true beauty to this boring, bland world!❞

I don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me.

Anti (via incorrect-anti-quotes)

// i swear one of these days i’ll have more time to hop on here and do more than just one reply ughhh

JSE EDIT WEEK 6: favorite ego related things [1/?]    ↳ say goodbye

As someone who often gets anxiety about this sort of thing, could please reblog this post and spread it around if you will RP with and support RPers who don’t have fancy graphics, use plain gifs/images as their RP promos and will even support RPers if they don’t format their text or enhance their icons?

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you