🔩 — franken𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,

// I could go on and on about date everything I /am/ insnae I love dating household items and appliances god I wish I could stick my dick in the hoover

// also how...how prevalent is the date everything fandom because... These.... Yeah.

// and shroud......

// dispatch muses are following me please await payday I wanna play it so bad I wanna be punch up so bad

My suit? Uh... No. Not anytime soon. You can use it as much as you want, Bluey.

Of course!

// also I think it went without saying, but I'm only gonna do the bandwagons for people who are at the very least following me and have had a few interactions, because I honestly have no idea how to start them up otherwise

// I'll get to the bandwagons in a bit I promise, work has me in a deep chokehold

🥺

“Dude. You're my best friend. Of course I would. The fiscal benefits it would bring me? Huge.”

He's joking. Partly.

...oh...

He shakes his head.

“Every time I try to draw power from the speed force I just get really energised, but my legs won't respond accordingly. And when I do pick up some speed, my stitches just burst and that's... A whole thing. You ever had to staple your legs back together? Ain't fun.”

“No, they never worked because both parties weren't in the same wavelength, that's it. You're so marryable, Robs, you really are! I'd marry you in a heartbeat. The person will come, okay? I promise.”

“I don't know if die is the word, but I woke up in a really fucked up cabin strapped to a table and I'm pretty sure some of my body parts are not mine.”

Looks down at himself. At his missing finger he's been trying to find but he's pretty sure is floating in the punch back at Vlad's spot.

“...not a costume, but thanks, dude.”

“Rob... You're not an extension of your parents. Besides, you've been in relationships, you've been in love! It's the same, just in the future. The right person will come, don't worry.”

Sup, Jason. All good? You got the crash outs controlled?

“That... Seems like an exaggeration, Rob.”

Stumbles in.

“What... What is happening?”

But... But...
You'll make me cry and then your husband will cry.

Wild thing to say

Gulp.

Okay...

Happy Halloween, he's wearing a Ghostface costume because he's basic and that's all he could find in such short notice.

But what if we're already technically not alive?

But... But I just got here...

and ruining his vocal chords for years, and he coughs to try and clear his throat. It doesn't work.

( @talonclaws.bsky.social )

It's a change of pace from what he's used to — giving himself entirely to people who might need his help. Now he's the one needing it, arriving home with an uneven gate and weary bones.

“Bay blue?” He calls out, garbled. His voice is raspy, as if he's been screaming +

// he's getting used to having two different halves of different brains

What, do you not deflect it like water off an owl's back?