#&. answered asks —「ṏṼḕṙ ḀṆḊ ṏṼḕṙ; ḟṳḉḲḭṆḠ ḉḭṙḉḶḕṠ」

[glitchyanti]

“Am I high or has my dearest virus returned? God how I’ve missed you.” — An old friend

“ If this old friend is who I think it is, then I’d d̄èͣͭfͧ̿̋ͬ-̆̀̄̿d͘e̔ͣ̒ͦͯͭͭfi̿͊̎͑̇nitely say you’re high. HIGH! HIGH! HIGH! h̴̳̭è̖h͈e̷͙̖̫h̛͇͓̫eh̠͖̼̟̲̀e͓͎̣̖͍͚͡ḙ̪̪̺̠̲͠ee̲̩̤̖̳̺̥͘ ” the demon laughed, flashing a wicked grin.

[glitchedknives]

“  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 」

❝Oͣ��̡̅h̒͋ ̵͊̉̒͐͋ͭ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!❞

[glitchyanti]

we know ur fine arse is a threat, but is it a threat from the top or bottom is what we're tryna establish here lmao

“ I am a THREAT from ǎ͘l̒̒͜l̸ͧ̏͂͛̉̓̚ directions. ”

[glitchedknives]

Happy New Year, Glitch Bitch! Any plans or resolutions??

❝ Thrills and chills! Murder and mayhem! That’s  A̸̔̽ ̴̃̄͊͂̚L͆͐̍̑̑̊̅͏ ͯW̏ͩ̊ͦ̔͠ ̡̈́̋̆̔̄ͯͨAͩ̄ͩ̎ͦͬ͝ ͆ͭ͠Ẏͦ̓̈́͜ ͒̍ͣ̈ͥ͟Sͯͪ͒ͪ̽ͧ  the plan! ❞

[glitchedknives]

“  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? ❞

[glitchedknives]

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.

— 「 prompt 」 [ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.

Flashes of bright, colorful light redgreenblueredgreenblue appear out of thin air. The sound of static, a high pitched crackling noise, accompanies it. Anti is there, glitching into sudden existence in the room.

Two toned eyes take in the sight before him, a cruel smile gracing his pale features.

❝ Now isn’t this just a lo͞v̧͟e͢͞ĺ́y̵͞ sight to see,❞ he giggles, voice high and c r a z e d. His eyes locked on to Mireya’s form, taking in the crimson decorating her skin and hair. Blood dripped to the floor, pooling, and Anti kneeled down to dip a finger in the puddle, laughing to himself as he swirled and drew mindless doodles.

[glitchedknives]

[ ESCAPE ]

— 「 prompt 」 [ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.

Manic laughter spilled past his lips, blood splattered across his pale features. A body ( ą ̵́͜c͘͠or̵̡p̸s͘͟e͠͡ ) laid at his feet, mutilated and most likely unrecognizable to whoever knew this poor PATHETIC soul. He still held his knife in his grasp, eyes darting between looking at his work and admiring how much better the steel blade looked when bloodied.

Soft footsteps echoed around him, Anti just barely hearing the sound. Perhaps another victim? He could play some more, there was always time for fun. There was no telling how long this other had been here, had they seen? Or did they just stumble upon this horrific scene? Anti laughed again, hoping to catch a glimpse of fear and despair on whoever was there.

He turns, quirking a brow up at his audience of one. Anti gives them a crooked smile, blue and green eyes glinting with M A D N E S S. ❝ Enjoy the show? Or did you miss out? I’d be more than happy to do a repeat performance if you’d like,❞ he laughed, voice harsh and grating to one’s ear.

[glitchedknives]

tags

[glitchyanti]

🍸 What would you do without me?

SEND 🍸+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WHILE DRUNK

     Oh lookie, lookie! His best friend  roommate  has returned from who the fuck knows where. He gives him a sloppy smile, arm thrown over the other’s shoulder to pull him close. ❝ The  fuck  you been, short shit? ❞ Anti asks with a giggle. ❝ A̷p҉-Ap͜p͝arently I drink. E̸xc̕e̡s͜s͢iv̨ely.❞ The demon hasn’t slept in two weeks, hasn’t eaten in even longer, and don’t bother asking if he’s remembered to have water. It’s a miracle Jack’s his body hasn’t completely shut down.

[glitchyanti]

🍸 + Do you really care about me?

Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk

     You’ve got yourself a giggly demon boy here, Mireya. It’s not often he drinks enough to actually get drunk and dumb. Enjoy this time while it lasts.❝ Of course I do, dolly! My pretty doll,  good  toy,❞ he chuckles, booping her cute little nose. ❝ You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want ya to be.❞ Of course, wanting someone doesn’t equate caring about them.

[glitchyanti]

🌟 Plsu! <3

Send 🌟 and I’ll make an aesthetic post for our muses

//posted <3

[glitchyanti]

𝔦𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

❝ T͜h͠en show͏ ̨y̴ou҉r͏s̸el̢f͡.❞

[glitchyanti]

Awww Anti, you are just a big ole softy, aren't you?

          He’s still for a moment, only a moment, before glitches wrack his form and a wide grin spreads his lips, teeth being bared. ❝ S͠o̢͝f͡t͘, ❞ Anti repeats, giggles bubbling up from his throat as he is suddenly glitching between standing there just smiling and rocking back and forth on his heels.

                                                    A soft boy. A sweet boy.

          Oh, Anti can most certainly be those things. He can be giggly, excited, practically overflowing with such a manic sense of joy he can’t stand still, can’t keep himself together as his body literally glitches apart and becomes nothing but blasts of pixels.

          He’ll be so sweet to you, if that’s what he wants. Spending all his time with you, ALL of it. Never leaving you alone, not even for a split second. It’s sweet, he wants to be with you. Wants you. Wants all of you. His mind will focus on no one else, nothing else. You’ll be his obsession. He’ll be so, so soft. Touching you carefully, as so not to break you. Because he can. Anti could break your neck if he wished, but he doesn’t…not yet.

          But when he does, when he s n a p s, when his obsession grows tiring and boredom strikes, Anti will be just as soft and sweet. In his own, deranged sort of way. Violent hands will tie you roughly to a chair, those same hands so gently wiping away your tears as you sob in terror. Soft coos pass his lips as he slowly, so agonizingly slow, takes the sharp knife and presses the blade to the skin of your arm, flaying thin layer after layer off. Tossing those bits of skin in a heap on the dirty floor. He doesn’t stop, not til he reaches muscle and tendons and bone. Then he plays with exposed bits, pulling at nerves and ripping out ligaments. All the while, laughing hysterically. This is fun, pleasurable, far more enjoyable to him than anything else.

          He just wants to watch all that pretty blood paint down paled skin, so he’ll move on, drag the knife across your throat. Not deep enough to kill you, not yet, just enough to draw that crimson red he so desperately wants to see. Blood pooling in a fine line, dribbling down. Anti shivers, so excited.

          It’s in that moment, you’ll see that he doesn’t want to kill you. No. The demon wants to play. Wants to torture you. You’re the prey, he’s the predator. But he’s no animal, no matter how wild and savage his actions may seem. Animals don’t torture, don’t have the intelligence to even come up with the notion to do such a thing.

          Terrified eyes will stare up at Anti, blurred from all the tears that refuse to stop falling. Pain and fear and exhaustion taking it’s toll. He’ll catch you staring, his only response to give you a Cheshire grin. Doesn’t he look sweet? Of course he does.

                                          He’s just a big ole softy, after all…isn’t he?

[glitchyanti]

hi glitchyanti followers this is ella (infelixkjellberg) and im here to say that i love sara and shes the best baby bean in the whole wide world and i would slay a dragon for her wtf would you do :)

// wtf ella i love you so much? the world can fight me you are da best

[glitchyanti]

Seth wandered over to Anti with a box. "I need help wrapping this present for papa!" He declared -thedarkmarkdamien

send in prompts

          Anti glances down to the small boy, glitching out as he looks to the box curiously. A present, for Christmas of course. The holiday had barely crossed his mind, Anti not being the most festive of men. ❝ Of course,❞ he says, pulling out a knife. ❝ Go sit d̮͕̫͈ͅo͍͈̫͖̪͔w̸͙̱͕̼̝̝n̮̳ in the living room, I’ll get some paper.❞

          ❝ And bows! We need pretty b͞o͝w͢s̶! ❞ Seth piped up, glitching just like his daddy.

          ❝ Ąn͞d̛ b͠o̢ws͟.❞

          The small boy smiles, hugging the box to his chest and running out the room to go wait. Anti searches the house for a few minutes, eventually finding a variety of colored paper and bows, Dark having marked the appropriate wrapping paper after the last few years of Anti wrapping his presents in newspaper…paper towels…and one year a bunch of t-shirts. Not the demon’s fault, anything can be wrapping paper if you try hard enough.

          He glitches in to the living room, dumping everything Seth need on the table.❝ Thanks, Da͝ddy̴! I gotta c-cut the paper-paper,❞ he stutters, going to grab his dad’s knife. But Anti is faster, snatching it before small, grey fingers even graze the handle.

          ❝ I cut. You aren’t allowed to, you’ll fall and stab yourself…a͌͗̃̊̓͞gͤͥ̌a̢̓ͮͯͮ̐ͬi̋̇̽͒͢n̈́̂̈́,❞ Anti reminds him, gesturing for the now pouting boy to place the present on the table. Together they measure out the right size for the wrapping paper, it being a lovely, deep shade of red. With quick, precise movement, Anti slices the wrappings.

          Between both their twitching hands, the actually wrapping of the present is sloppy, wrinkles and creases and small rips in the paper obvious to anyone looking. Seth has to desperately hold it all together once they realize they need tape, Anti glitching out of the room to grab electrical tape. Anti has been explained, over and over again by Dark, that they only need plain tape…but he just really likes the black color.

          Seth smiles up proudly, showing off the present, silver and gold bows covering the top. The boy wanted it to look pretty for his Papa.❝ Papa is gonna l̷̠̯̪̤o̘v̩̞̜̦̺͓̝-͍͓̳͡l̠̱̞̣ͅo̯͕̥͕̜v̳e this! It’s his favorite colors.❞ Anti smiles, ruffling the boy’s dark hair.