#( ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᴸᶤᵉˢ ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᴬˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵀʳᵘᵉ | Answered )

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Anonymous asked: ✉ from Glitch to Vincent omg please

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Glitch could barely think, if it was being entirely honest with itself. A terrible migraine had settled into its skull, the world was blurring slightly from all the wine he had drank in the past few hours, and he was fairly certain that he had accidentally hurt its already-damaged shoulders from exactly how tensed-up he'd been all night. How an ordinary evening at home alone had turned into... this, the Fracture didn't know.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could guess at how things had escalated into something so dreadful, at least. The original plan had been to rest at its apartment, drink until the awful sensations that had plagued its body all day were finally numbed, and then maybe, just maybe, try to get some sleep... None of that had ended up happening, clearly. Instead, he had found himself sprawled out across his leather sofa — drunk, muscles aching, with a screaming headache.

And nothing else that he'd been trying to numb had improved, either.

Too-quick movements, Glitch suddenly shifted to grab his cellphone from where it had previously been discarded onto the coffee-table. There had to be something he could do about this, even if he couldn't ——

        feed

               hunt

—— kill anyone, right now.

[✉ → Vincent]  Are you busy?

No, worrying the precious little dove wouldn't do any good. And surely, a question like that would do exactly that.

[✉ → Vincent]  Do I still have wine at your house?

Desperation, at best. Even if there was extra wine, laced or not, at Vincent's apartment, that wouldn't really matter. That wasn't ENOUGH for how fucking bad this had gotten.

A frustrated growl formed in its throat, cellphone angrily thrown to the side — clattering noisily against the end-table without a text sent.

     ❝ Damn it — ❞

His throat was absolutely on fire; it felt like somebody had shoved a lit match down it while simultaneously holding the point of a dagger against his vocal chords. That terrible gnawing pain had settled into its stomach again. Beyond the pains, he was starting to feel downright dizzy — and as much as he wanted to blame the alcohol, that had been happening all fucking day, so he knew that wasn't actually the problem. Everything ached, even muscles that didn't usually cause him grief, and at this point, it was starting to feel like the universe was playing some sort of sick joke on his nervous system.

   Fuck, he was so HUNGRY.

The next several... ( minutes? hours? it was getting difficult to keep track of time with how hazy his mind had gotten ) ... were a distressing blur that, in all honesty, he'd entirely lost track of. There was too much of everything — too much pain, too much disorientation, too many intrusive thoughts to even keep track of where one started and another ended.

When the world finally tried to refocus, the taste of fresh blood was pooling in his mouth. A brief moment of ecstasy flooded through it, back arching slightly, a low whimper of unadulterated NEED slipping out from its lips.

       Fuck, more. Please —

Crimson eyes snapped open abruptly, a gasp echoing through the otherwise silent walls of his apartment, as the sharp pain in his own wrist actually registered. And for a minute, he sincerely had to debate if he actually cared that it was his own blood, that this wasn't actually going to make the hunger stop for very long, that the years of self-destruction for the sake of easily-accessed blood were supposed to be OVER.

After a moment's struggle, it finally managed to force its own fangs away from its skin. The bite-mark left behind wasn't terrible, in the grand scheme of things, but the distinct puncture wounds were undeniable. A greedy tongue swept out over them, lapping away at the bloody injury until supernatural healing, inevitably, started to try to knit the skin back together.

It shouldn't have been so fucking easy for those to close, damn it.

In the aftermath, Glitch was panting, breathes hitched with some twisted cocktail of hunger, lust, and distress. Pale fingers twisted, roughly tugging at a ruby tie to loosen it — anything to take some of the pressure out of his burning throat. He desperately needed to FOCUS, he knew, but trying to do that was... easier said than done.

Minutes passed in silence, save for its heavy breathing and the muffled buzz of household appliances that always felt a little too loud when nobody was making sound in the apartment. Dual auras flickered harshly around it, a harsh contrast to the otherwise dark room, vibrant colors twisting and flaring alongside the seemingly endless series of emotional flips.

When he could finally halfway form rational thoughts again, though they still felt dreadfully 'to the left', he tried to reevaluate the situation:

Why did you bite yourself? You haven't done something like that in ages.

Starving vampires do strange things, don't they?

Right. Of course that was the problem; he was fucking HUNGRY, because he hadn't been able to hunt in over a month, so he'd finally slipped up. Nobody could expect a vampire to spend that much time without feeding and then NOT end up struggling ——

—— No, no, no, STOP.

   You're a Fracture.

      You are a FRACTURE.

   You are not a —

Something hauntingly similar to dysphoria sparked before he could even finish that thought, a visceral growl tearing its way from his throat. Disgusting. Everything about this was DISGUSTING. Damn it, why wasn't it —

You're NOT a vampire. You're a Fracture.

   You are not —

FUCK.

         ❝ Fuck! ❞

The curse was shouted into an empty apartment, echoing off the walls, a shrill ringing briefly filling the room before it was forcibly silenced. Immediately, a terrible cough followed the curse, as the Fracture's hand flew to his own neck, trying miserably to sooth that awful burn as it flared again. Tears briefly stung at its eyes before they were harshly blinked away, and then he moved to pick his cellphone back up.

[✉ → Reese]  I need your help.

No, even they would think that he was fucking crazy for whatever this spiral was. Hell, even he was starting to wonder if its sanity had finally cracked a bit too far.

[✉ → Vincent]  I think this fixation shit is getting worse. I feel fucking crazy & I don't know what to do.

But could he really say that to his host, of all people? Not hardly. Surely if the Fracture was suffering this much, then somewhere in the depths of Vincent's mind, he wasn't well either. Either that was the case, or Glitch was just finally snapping itself, and regardless of which this may have been...

No, it wasn't rational to reach out to its host right now. Perhaps they needed to discuss the topic later, but right now, in the middle of these agonizing spirals, that wasn't going to work out.

Fuck, he was so hungry. And when had he started actually crying — ?

[✉ → Anti]  Please come over. I need blood. Now.

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Anonymous asked: (hugs) 17

HUGS MEME.  ||   17. a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing.

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Watching the boy carelessly stumble around their apartment as though absolutely nothing was wrong was, at best, infuriating — at worst, worrisome, if only the Fracture had actually been capable of feeling concern like that. As it stood, there was no shock in seeing Vincent looking so horribly ILL either.

When was the last time that the little dhampir had actually fed...? Properly, for that matter?

Years.

The persistent BURN in its own throat flared, a painful reminder of exactly how unwell they both were. No matter how much the elder hunted, nothing seemed to dull the symptoms for more than a couple of days at this point — and frequently, it didn't even last that long. He was troubled by the ordeal, but ultimately, it shouldn't have been surprised.

When your own health is primarily a reflection of someone else's, you can't properly treat it. Sealing over the cracks in a damaged mirror would never change how close it was to finally shattering.

❝ You should likely sit down, Vincent-dear. You seem a bit lightheaded today. ❞

Softly spoken suggestions into the quiet air of the apartment — never silent, but always kept at a lower volume to avoid the grating sound of every-day life that, inevitably, they would both have to deal with later.

"Hm? Oh- I'm okay, Glitch."

Crimson eyes rolled as his host flashed that carefree smile, waving a hand as though to dismiss the notion. It knew better, and surely the boy was aware of that — surely he remembered that it could feel every flare of pain that formed in his throat, every wave of dizziness that washed over him, every moment of unadulterated HUNGER right alongside the resulting denial.

"Don't worry so much, sweetheart."

There was that old pet-name — something he had originally used for the sake of calling it something, but now had persisted into their friendship all these years later. Adoration tried to form only to corrupt into something closer to obsessive affection, and the ghost of a smile curled across its lips despite the conversation at hand. Despite knowing that, somewhere beneath that innocent mask, Vincent was really just manipulating him into not pushing the topic —

They really weren't so different after all.

❝ It is quite literally my job to be concerned for your health. ❞

Factually murmured, as the Fracture settled to lean against a nearby wall, black fingernails tapping roughly against the shelf that its hand had settled on for stability. He should have been angry, perhaps, by the knowledge that his host was being manipulative — was using something usually so sweet, to disarm him.

He wasn't. If anything, he was PROUD. It was a glimpse of the REAL Vincent. Of the boy that he'd been so desperately trying to take care of all this time.

"Maybe, but still - don't stress over it."

Another innocent smile, the tips of his fangs briefly showing in the expression. Precious as ever, even when he was being difficult.

"More importantly, are you okay? You don't seem very steady either, y'know."

Bittersweet laughter briefly drifted through the air, having formed somewhere deep in the Fracture's chest and then dissipated into an echo of the actual sound. A harsh glitch flickered through its corporeal form, though he still managed to be smiling when that re-stabilized. Darling, foolish Vincent.

❝ My leg is giving me grief today. It's fine. ❞

Not to mention the mirrored dizziness and pains that only served to worsen Glitch's own health conditions, but that was... well, it was the literal point, but he didn't care to make Vincent feel quite that guilty. That wasn't an effective way to actually get through to the boy, and it never had been. Besides, his bad leg was legitimately half of the problem today.

"You should try to rest it, sweetheart."

❝ When I'm convinced that you aren't going to fall out on me? Perhaps I will. ❞

Ah, accidental foreshadowing in the world of stressed minds.

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It was only a few hours later that Vincent stumbled again — and this time, the world briefly went black, a series of seconds lost in time that would only ever be recalled as distressed nothing.

When the world came back to him again, his vision was blurring, spots dancing in it. Though to his own shock, he wasn't on the damn ground. Instead, he was wrapped up in the safety of his Fracture's arms, its mouth twisted so far into a worried frown that the tips of its fangs had sliced open its lip. Pretty scarlet stained across greyscale skin, and his throat ached, vibrant eyes blinking harshly as he tried to make sense of reality again, tried to shove those thoughts back down in the same moment.

"Vincent, are you alright?"

That soft accent curled beautifully through the words, comforting as the day he'd first properly heard Glitch's voice. Something about that... helped, made things feel a bit more stable. Several soft breathes, his fingers curled into the elder's blazer, trying to find his own balance.

( Needless. Glitch would never let him actually fall. )

❝ Yeah, I'm... Yeah, I will be. ❞

Probably.

"Come here then. You need to feed from somebody, whether you'll hunt or not."

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Anonymous asked: ✉ from Jared to Glitch ?

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Tired eyes squinted at his cellphone from where he remained curled up in bed, fingers clumsily tapping out the text message — no attempt at tact, no filter, just saying it.

[✉ → G.]  Five minutes of your time in the morning would be nice if you're gonna leave my body covered in bitemarks like this, yknow. I feel awful.

And then Jared's brain caught up to the rest of the situation. What was even the point? At the end of the day, Glitch was going to do as he pleased while Anti was fronting — and it wasn't like he cared that they were fucking, or even that his best friend's Fracture had such a nasty habit of biting. He just...

( Wished that he didn't feel so fucking gross the following day.

Wished that the fancy jackass would stick around long enough to at least say 'good morning' to his boyfriend's host.

Wished that it didn't feel like this was all partially to spite him. )

... was tired of this, really. But what were the chances of Glitch actually understanding that? Even if he did, why would he give a shit?

The text was erased as quickly as it had been typed out. Shaking his head, Jared finally sat up in bed, shaking out messy green hair with a frustrated huff.

[✉ → Vince]  Can you talk to Glitch for me?

...No, Vincent already thought that he villainized Glitch too much. And there was no way that he could word this kindly enough right now.

Fuck.

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Anonymous asked:

V W & X for Jared and Anti?

A-Z Sin HC’s

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Neither of them are against the idea of watching people engage in sexual activities, but it’s hardly their preference. They both tend to get a bit impatient with those sort of situations. They are not fond of exhibitionism, usually, though Anti can tolerate it with specific people.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Water definitely isn’t a ‘deal breaker’ for either of them. They’re both fond of shower sex, and pool sex definitely isn’t off the table if there’s a private one available.

Watersports aren’t something that either of them enjoy, but the right person could probably convince Anti to try certain forms of it for said-other-person's sake.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

Jared doesn’t have any particular fancy for any form of this, really. He’s not against it, or turned off by it, but costumes aren’t his cup of tea either.

Anti, on the other hand, is quite fond of bringing various costumes into foreplay and scenes. He has cat ears and a tail that he’s wore for Glitch before. And he’s not against the idea of “cross-dressing” if his partner is interested in that, either. “They’re just clothes” as far as he’s concerned. He usually prefers to be the one dressing up, but his partners are always free to return the favor if they’re so inclined.

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Anonymous asked:

R S & U for Reese and Riley?

A-Z Sin HC’s

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

Reese’s routine sums up to “preferably never, but on occasion” when it comes to sexual encounters, honestly. That said, they’re not entirely against the idea of sex, and they do enjoy it with very specific people. They vastly prefer to plan such things ahead of time - but the only real routine they have is that they ensure that they’ve slept with Glitch about once a month, to make sure that the elder Fracture doesn’t feel like they’ve stopped valuing intimacy with him.

Riley doesn’t operate on any sort of ‘schedule’ or routine when it comes to their sex life, but they do regularly engage in one-night-stands, and frequently (though not always) are sleeping with their close friends as well. 

S - Sleepy Sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

Reese isn’t fond of bringing sex into their attempts at actually sleeping. That said, they do enjoy ‘sleepy lazy morning sex’ with partners and people that they’re very close to.

While Riley wouldn’t be against the idea of merging sex and sleep, by any means, it’s also frequently unrealistic. They’re usually either far too drunk, or far too hungover, by the time that those sort of activities would be taking place. 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

You’re lucky if you get Riley into underwear at all, but they do obviously make an exception when the outfit requires such. Reese doesn’t have any particular preference when it comes to this subject.

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Anonymous asked: Z for all of the muses?

A-Z Sin HC’s

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Vincent: neck, hips, collarbones

Glitch: neck, chest, thighs

Jared: thighs, hips

Anti: hips, neck, thighs

Riley: neck, hips, sides

Reese: chest, sides, neck

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Anonymous asked: A E and H for Glitch and Vincent ?

A-Z Sin HC’s

A - Alone Time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

They both prefer to use their imaginations, more than anything else, when it comes to getting off alone. Pornography doesn’t really appeal to either of them, unless it’s of a partner (ex: a partner having sent them sexual photographs / voice clips / etc).

Glitch may sometimes use his illusion abilities to further his own fantasies, but that’s still ultimately his own imagination.

The only other exception to the ‘pornography rule’ is for Glitch specifically, and that’s that he’ll occasionally watch other forms of “entertainment” (namely murder/torture videos on the dark-web) for the same purpose.

Vincent occasionally uses conventional sex toys (dildos/vibrators/etc). Glitch doesn’t use conventional toys when alone, though he may occasionally use other things (knives, crops) to cause pain for the sake of personal masochism and/or blood-letting.

E - Extra Info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

They both have a very prominent blood fetish, though Vincent doesn’t tend to indulge in that (anymore) nor admit to that — Glitch readily admits to it, in most situations where it’s relevant, and very frequently indulges in such. (Yes, Vincent’s general sex-life suffers a lot due to that, as you would expect.)

Choking borders on a fetish for Glitch, but it wouldn’t be clinically defined as such.

Glitch is also rather fond of leather, though it doesn’t reach the extent of ‘fetish’ by any means; that’s more of a “standard” kink. They both enjoy aspects of roleplaying within the bedroom and/or within the context of BDSM scenes, but similarly, they’re not fetishes. Both of these darlings have a long list of kinks, honestly, and I’m not going to try to cover them all here, but most of them don’t come anywhere near close to fetish territory.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Neither of them enjoy being on the receiving end of humiliation or degradation, at all. Vincent finds it extremely upsetting, and Glitch would rather kill somebody than allow them speak to it in those ways.

Vincent doesn’t have any interest in humiliation or degradation, on the Dominant side of the spectrum, either. He finds speaking to people he cares about in that sort of way, again, extremely upsetting, and genuinely couldn’t do it.

Glitch, on the other hand, is definitely capable of providing degradation and humiliation to his bed partners. His preference leans towards degradation, far more than humiliation, so that’s going to be his ‘default’ unless specifically asked for the alternative in these sort of situations/scenes. 

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Anonymous asked: C O AND P for Glitch?

A-Z Sin HC’s 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Seeing other people cry during sex is highkey a turn on for Glitch, not that he tends to outwardly admit that to most partners. It’s a part of the sadism for him.

He hasn’t cried during sex himself, and that’s highly unlikely to actually happen. But if it did? It probably wouldn’t be for any good reason, and would likely mean the situation needs to end immediately.

O - Outdoor Sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

Public/outdoor sex isn’t something that Glitch has any particular fancy for. He has, usually in places like back-alleys after a murder, but those are more... spontaneous decisions, driven by a lack of patience more than a desire to be having outdoor/public sex. That said, anywhere that’s more likely to be seen by other people? Entirely off the table; the consent violations of that disgust him.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

He wouldn’t ever ask for nudes, outright, but he wouldn’t be against receiving them from a partner / somebody he’s sleeping with. He also isn’t likely to ever send them, unless explicitly asked for such by the right person.

Recordings of sex / sexual activity aren’t something that he’s any interest in creating, but he wouldn’t be upset if a camera accidentally got left on one day. That’s more apathy than anything.

Cameras in general, on the other hand, are very much allowed in the bedroom, especially for the sake of photography. While he’s not particularly interested in recording videos of such, he does enjoy taking photographs of his partners/etc in the bedroom.

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@theabandonedones asked:

✆ from Vincent to Kai

TXT MEME.  ||  Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Tired eyes squinted at his cellphone as he rolled over in bed, a disgruntled sound passing his lips before he managed to fumble through turning off the day's alarms. Mornings were never something that he'd grow particularly fond of, and that ever-present lack of sound sleep surely wasn't helping matters. He wondered, idly, where Glitch had ended up the prior night. The Fracture had assured Vincent that he would be home later, but he had his doubts on whether or not those pretty words had held true this time...

After all, he could always tell when Glitch hadn't come home. The nightmares were astronomically worse without it there to twist them up into something faux-kind and bearable.

No time for that now. The school day wasn't going to wait around for him to figure it out, so he really did need to get ready for work.

In the meantime...

[✉ → Kai]  Morning sweetheart, I love you <3

Ever the angel, even when his own mornings weren't going very well. Sleepily rubbing his eyes, Vincent stumbled to his feet to shuffle into the kitchen and start the coffee pot. A change of clothes and doing something about the state of his hair, and then he could be out the door. Running late, but not terribly. For now, he settled to glare at the coffee-maker, as though sheer willpower would make the damned thing brew quicker.

He had said it before, and he would likely say it again: the coffee supply in his house directly correlated to his will to live, at any given moment.

[✉ → Kai]  Can I catch a ride with you? Way too sleepy to drive this morning.

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Anonymous asked:

Y for everyone?

A-Z Sin HC’s  

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

Vincent

Saying: Daddy  /  Sir / Ma’am  /  ‘Pet Names’.

Hearing: Baby  /  Baby Boy  /  ‘Pet Names’  /  Sir.

Glitch

Saying: ‘Pet Names’  /  Baby  /  Doll  /  Pet  /  Sir / Ma’am  /  Daddy  /  various others.

Hearing: Sir  /  Master  /  Daddy  /  Kitten  /  Pet  /  ‘Pet Names’.

Jared

Jared doesn’t tend to use honorifics of this nature, nor are there any that he’s particularly fond of hearing. It’s mostly ‘pet names’ like “sweetheart” with him.

Anti

Saying: Daddy / Mommy  /  Sir  /  ‘Pet Names’.

Hearing: Baby  /  Little One  /  Sir  /  ‘Pet Names’.

Riley

Saying: Sir / Miss / Mx  /  Daddy.

Hearing: Baby.

Reese

Saying: ‘Pet Names’  /  Baby  /  Sir / Miss / Mx.

Hearing: Mx  /  ‘Pet Names’. 

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Anonymous asked:

$ from Vincent to Jared ??

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[✉ → Jared]  where's your bleach? don't ask too many questions.

Words tapped out in a hazed rush and sent before he could think better of it — a message meant entirely for his own Fracture, but it was all too easy to click the wrong contact when in such a disarrayed hurry. Perhaps he should have noticed the mistake, should have double-checked before hitting 'Send', but Vincent was hardly in a place to think that far ahead right now.

Bloodstains painted the white surface of his shower, vibrant scarlet faded out to that familiar pink stain. He went back to scrubbing up the mess in the meantime — best to clean up the visual cues sooner than later; bleach came after that anyway.

It was only a few minutes before his phone buzzed.

[✉ Jared]  I'm asking several questions Vince [✉ Jared]  what's going on?

Vincent's heart dropped into his stomach, some strangled sound of frustrated panic bubbling up in his throat. Shit. Fucking shit.

[✉ → Jared]  Sorry, that was meant for Glitch. [✉ → Jared]  Don't worry about it, man.

Because what else was the poor boy really supposed to say here? Outside of maybe trying to laugh it off as some sort of fucked up joke, which he really didn't think he had the acting skills for at this exact moment.

[✉ Jared]  are you okay???

Debatable. He felt amazing, or at least he had up until this mistake. Perhaps that was just the sadism adrenaline talking.

[✉ Jared]  what did you do?

Metallic still clung to his tongue, sticky crimson lingering in his mouth. Showering didn't account for the need to brush the Hell out of your teeth after licking blood up from a murder scene.

[✉ Jared]  Vincent??

He just wanted to be left alone.

[✉ → Jared]  Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, Twilight's causing chaos.

   ( Yeah, blame the cat for your inability to focus. That's totally fair. )

[✉ → Jared]  I'm just cleaning the bathroom & realized we're out of bleach, no big deal. I'll ttyl, should finish this before she gets anymore impatient with being locked out of here.

Good enough, or at least he figured it would have to be.

If there was anything in the world that he couldn't tell his best friend, it was what had actually happened tonight.

[✉ → Glitch]  Bring bleach when you come home, please. I'm spring cleaning.

And that covered the rest of it, in theory.

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@theabandonedones asked:

ø from Glitch to Shay

TXT MEME.  ||  Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Another day, another night of restlessly turning in the confines of his apartment's bed. He should have been asleep hours ago, all things considered. There were far too many tasks during the weekend  —  grading papers, setting up the next week's PowerPoints, editing videos, filming, keeping Vincent from losing his fucking mind, the list went on  —  to find himself unable to rest like this. And yet.

Pale fingers coiled into the black satin of its sheets, a frustrated growl rumbling in its throat. Perhaps attempting to sleep at its own apartment had been a poor idea, but he was loathe to admit that it had any craving for its host's company.

Disgusting.

Perhaps Shay was still available to talk.

[✉ → Princess]  Are you awake? I can't sleep.

Message tapped out and sent before the Fracture could think much better of it, a small snarl curled across grey lips. It sincerely doubted that the little princess would be awake right now  —  and she really shouldn't have been  —  but... well, what was the harm in trying?

Not that she really needed her lonely professor's nonsense right now, but it being a bit selfish wasn't anything new.

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( ᴬᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗᶤᶜ & ˢᵖᶤᵗᵉ / ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵂʰʸ | My Edits )

( ᴹᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˢ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵀʰᵉ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉˢ ᴵᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ᴼᶠ ᴹʸ ᴴᵉᵃᵈ | Inspiration )

( ᵀʰᵉ ᴱᶜʰᵒ ᴵᶰ ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᶤʳʳᵒʳ | Music Box )