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

carriageofaerietails​:

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.

           |  kill ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ you see  |            |                   ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ                  |  

love that loud guy

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

S t r i k e . 

(Wanted to draw Anti with a floof.) :)

nosac-glave​:

@glitchedknives​ continued from here!

She remained silent as he prattled on; his strange behavior was not lost on her, but she simply decided to not put much stock into it. He was a strange individual to her, but not so much that she found him unusual: she’s come across many twisted beings, this came as no surprise to her.

Borna hummed in response, collecting the small drops of blood that dripped from her knife into a small vial. In truth, she could gotten this from any other demon, but  he just happened to appear and as her mother always said; ‘Waste not, want not’. Although, he was a little bit annoying, but maybe it’s just his voice.

“Necessity does not equate ‘fun’, demon.” she replied curtly, sealing the vial. “You  happened to get in my way, I saw an opportunity.” She observed his appearance with contempt and snickered. “Of course, it didn’t help you tried attacking me, but that’s beside the point.”

The demon keeps moving, unable to stay still, practically bouncing now. His bright eyes stay locked on the other. While Anti prefers someone in his presence to be scared, petrified, angry or dead, he finds this reaction quite interesting.

He watches his blood drip (drip drip drop) from her blade. Curious. The demon glitched a bit closer, tilting his head to the side. A pale hand moves up to his throat, rubbing and smearing his blood around. Why collect his blood? And for what? ❝ Keeping a t̡ok͘͟eń͢ ̧̢of our first meeting? ❞ he asked with a laugh, taking his blood covered hand now and shaking and flicking it in her direction, watching the small droplets fly towards her.

❝ Oh but fun is the most necessary necessity! And one should always make fun their first and foremost necessity. Or vengeance. Or violence. Though I suppose those two can count as fun.❞ He pauses, letting out a burst of laughter, appearance going glitched and flashy. ❝ Well you know the saying...attack first then deal with the consequences laaaaater! H̨̻̩̥͕̫̰e̝h̨̺̝e̯̺̞͡h̭͍̥̦̘̙͚e̛̠̣̲. ❞

x merry glitchmas !! x 

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

— 「 prompt 」

❝ Ơf͠ ̡c̛our̨se, ̛o̕f̕ ̧c͞oùrse! ❞ the demon laughed, voice shrill and high. He was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, a manic ball of bursting energy. The sight of blood tends to brighten his mood.

❝ Drawing blood is always necessary, always the answer! A̢ͨ͜͞Lͫ̔̓̑̾͋W̔͞͝Ă̴ͩ̈̇Yͣ͂̑̑̒͞͏Ş͛̿̓̃͐͑̕͞! Doesn’t matter the question or situation! ❞ Anti’s voice is filled with static, a piercing noise. His neck wound wept more blood, dripping down the demon’s front and soaking his dark shirt. ❝ Tell me, Dullahan, didja have fun? ❞