redcontagion huffed:
Cr9nus...c9uld y9u c9me 9ver. I d9nt want t9 see Latula right n9w 9r Signless.

redcontagion:

insgm:

chief, you doin’ alright?
..yeah. easy. I might take a little vwhile because i’ma be vwalkin’ unfortunately, but I’ll be there in much of a flash as I can.

you vwanna text me vwhile I head out?
vwhats up?

[private]

I made sure t9 get s9me p9pc9rn just f9r y9u. I l99k f9rwards t9 this m9vie night perhaps y9u can enlighten me with what is tr9u6ling y9u.

I want t9 help y9u in any way that I can. C9nsidering y9u are dear t9 me I hate t9 see y9u s9 saddened.

[ pvt ]
it’s..nothing chief. don’t vwanna talk about it. it shouldn’t bother me anyvway. and good. bout time. ya got the good stuff right?

Cronus looked up. 
His internal organs were kicking him in the ass for nearly passing out earlier, on what—it could be scented on his breath. He didn’t have time to brush his teeth before he came over, let alone rinse his mouth out alone. His normal decent curls were tangled about his head, and he tried to straighten himself just a tad bit before he could knock on the door.

Cronus wore a long v-neck shirt with simple dark jeans, ruffled from his quick and scrambled pace. His shitty old glasses he used to read were stuffed in his back pocket, forgotten about but used, and his shoes were old combat boots. His fins flickered slightly. He rubbed his neck. Hell he hoped he had stuffed his hive’s keys somewhere in these pockets.

His knuckles wrapped on the door.

"Oi Kanny, ya in there?"

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redcontagion huffed:
Cr9nus...c9uld y9u c9me 9ver. I d9nt want t9 see Latula right n9w 9r Signless.

redcontagion:

insgm:

chief, you doin’ alright?
..yeah. easy. I might take a little vwhile because i’ma be vwalkin’ unfortunately, but I’ll be there in much of a flash as I can.

you vwanna text me vwhile I head out?
vwhats up?

[private]

Take y9ur time cr9nus.. I w9uldnt 6e very happy if y9u g9t hurt 9n the way 9ver..

I’m just glad t9 kn9w y9ur here f9r me… I really need that… H9nestly..

— deleted— I l9ve Latula. I w9rked s9 hard t9 6ec9me mates 6ut I can hardly act 6lack with Signless 6ef9re she gets mad at me. —deleted—

I d9nt kn9w what t9 d9.

—deleted—I’m starting t9 w9nder if I sh9uld keep mates at all.. 6ut in all h9nesty I care s9 much f9r them 69th I can’t find it in myself t9 leave them even if I wanted. —deleted—

I just need my m9irail…

[pvt]

It’s nothin’ chief don’t vworry about it. just don’t comment on my breath vwhen I get there eh? been going through some crap myself and didn’t expect to leawve my house tonight, but at least I aint driwvin’ anyvwhere.



your hivwe’s in vwiewv. ima been there soon i evwen got some good ass popcorn seasonin a’ight. vwhite chedder. im expectin you ta havwe popcorn in that dravwer of yours so get somethin’ comfy on and vwe’ll havwe a good movwie night and evwerythin

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redcontagion huffed:
Cr9nus...c9uld y9u c9me 9ver. I d9nt want t9 see Latula right n9w 9r Signless.

redcontagion:

insgm:

chief, you doin’ alright?
..yeah. easy. I might take a little vwhile because i’ma be vwalkin’ unfortunately, but I’ll be there in much of a flash as I can.

you vwanna text me vwhile I head out?
vwhats up?

[private]

Yeah…I w9uld like t9 message y9u.

My mate and I g9t in a small dispute—I just d9nt kn9w what t9 d9…

It’s like my think pan is r9tting 9ut and I’m scared… I’m s9 damn scared Cr9nus….

N969dys g9ing t9 want a freak like me to stick ar9und…I can’t sleep anym9re I 9nly get scared when I d9.

Reimagining my limbs 6eing taken away…

I’m s9 /scared/ and /al9ne/

[pvt]

eehy I’m heading out nowv Kanny don’t ya vworry i’m here

an’ of course somebody does. im that sombody chief and i’vwe alvways been. vwell, dependin on vwho you ask that might not seem as much but im here toots and don’t ya vworry about that.

alright I might smell heawvy of cologne so sorry i couldn’t take a showver to get this vwreak of stuff off a me.

ya knowv vwhat it might take me a moment, i’m typin and vwalkin as fast as i can at the same time.

ya don’t need to sleep babe i’m here and i can vwrap you all up in my arms so ya brain dont go mad an vwe can vwatch findin’ nemo all ovwer again. hhowv ya arms doin? still squeakin? I knowv a guy that might help ya get all cool newv ones chief get it to ravwe pretty colors and more movwement and touch and evwerythin.

answered 23 hours ago @ 31 Aug 2014 with 7 notes via/source

i havwe all these beautiful follovwers ‘n only a few fingers of ‘em actually talk to me.

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mute—mouth:

       Grins were common, handed out on command, and given when leas appropriate. This was no exception; Kurloz was elated by that sick burn. Literal puns were always his favorite. That hiss of obvious pain brought about a sick thought him that said: Good. It was unwarranted. Anyone standing by would agree that the mime was in the wrong, and through his collection of mother fucks, he’d forfeit none. It was a retribution he’d never been given, and this poor performer was the victim of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

       But that idea was cut when his swing met that clown’s cheek, and it reminded him of the only other fist to have struck him there. Again and again until he was a bloodied mess of smiling bruises, but the difference here was that he’d fight back. The Bards, one of Rage and one of Hope, were so very different to the Prince. Before he could regain proper footing, he was rammed and topped over. Being tall had its advantages, but having the slender and scrawny physique, not so much.

       With a smirk ever-present, he gripped the Ampora’s horns with both his hands and pulled sharply to have his forehead crash against the other’s. Cronus had a build, and that was evident. However, Kurloz was incapable of being stopped by something like pain; he didn’t feel a thing of external injury. All the beatings that he’d taken left him immobile, but this was a chance to make up for that. He balled his fist and gave the other a side blow to the cheek for undeserved vengeance.

     Fuck this ridiculous clown. Fuck his ridiculous attire and disgusting appeal and personality and for all that goddam mutterings he left springing in his goddam pan. He used to be able to control his emotions so well, flatten them, depressurize them until they were just at a comfortable level, but now? Recently? He had begun struggling. He was losing his hand and his cards were being exposed, and now his goddam head was singing as their heads crashed together.

Cronus released a sharp wheeze as his head thrashed until a fist was crashing against his cheek. 

     His lip snapped back in a snarl and he just recoiled into a new punch, this time going too far upward and landing into the bridge, leaning to Kurloz’s right eye. He used his arm to slam the prince down into the ridged concrete, saddling up on the Makara and putting his weight on the male’s stomach while his blood ran down his face from all different directions, all different areas.

ehy, Kurloz is it?”

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redcontagion huffed:
Cr9nus...c9uld y9u c9me 9ver. I d9nt want t9 see Latula right n9w 9r Signless.

chief, you doin’ alright?
..yeah. easy. I might take a little vwhile because i’ma be vwalkin’ unfortunately, but I’ll be there in much of a flash as I can.

you vwanna text me vwhile I head out?
vwhats up?

answered 1 day ago @ 31 Aug 2014 with 7 notes

mute—mouth:

       It’s a hilarious question, one of the ages. What the fuck was Kurloz Makara’s problem? Well, for one, everyone still existed. Two, he had not the means of even properly answering the question. Three, he drank when he shouldn’t have. Four, his moirail was bubbles away without any idea what was happening. Five, the face of Cronus Ampora made him want to punch a hole in every wall. And the fact that this troll continued asking questions was bothersome; obviously he’d never be given an answer, so why ask?

       The fuck’s your problem?

                                                                   Nothing. The clowvn simply did not like him.

       He flicked the ashes, stepped over to his agitation’s source with a grip of that arm, and pressed the lit end between his famous scars above his brow. Kurloz had a stick put out on him before, but he’d never know how it actually felt. He imagined it must have hurt. Burned, yes?

       It was a good indication, good placement.

       Something all Cronii must have had in common were those out-dated scars. 
                                                                                                 Showcased for all to see.

His own Sodapop had abandoned the ridiculous attempts to seduce anyone who walked by, but it seemed this alternate was just as disgusting. If not a little more. He knew he’d be met with retaliation, but what did it matter? If he wanted a reason, he’d get one. Cronus Ampora could see Kurloz Makara as the sick, twisted psycho with a taste for blood, and it wouldn’t change a thing. Just punch in his painted face. Just fight back.

Cronus was old.
Well, in a sense anyhow. He was a man who had needs, had influences, had stature. He had to keep calm by all means in front of this goddam Makara, so even when the male stepped closer, even when those strangled lengthy fingers curled over his arm, his mouth twisted downright.

His scars were faded.

Unlike most Cronuss, they werent as prominent as they should be. Just like his old story, they had begun to trail into his grey skin like anything could be and fade into just discoloration of skins. But the pain was abrupt. The pain was severe. He wasn’t used to this sensation.

He didn’t pull away.

He felt strong pings and darting warmth seering from the pinpoint of the burn. He’s burned his fingertips not paying attention before, he was very well aware of it, but that didnt mean he was wrapped inside of it. His lips parted and curled and there was a snarl after a long moment. Blisters had already sealed around the heated flesh, and agitation took over. Sure, he could have jerked toward the male, swung at him, but his face twisted.

Makaras lived, feed over such emotions.

and Cronus, well.

Amporas lived to show them, didn’t they. Cronus’s jerked his arm back, before he swung, fist connecting to the male’s cheek. He was done. Not after the punch the damn Ampora went after him, ramming his body into the Makaras own in a attempt to get the male on the ground. Cronus wasn’t huge, but the man was big. He had muscle mass and he had strength he had gotten from toning his body here and there, but he never put it to use in a fight. He never thought he had the need too.

Well, now was that time.

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