am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.
you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?
okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.
but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.
i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.
and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?
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Matilda: I wish he’d said goodbye at least.
Oscar: I tried to convince him to stay…
Matilda: Do you think he would’ve-.. if I kissed him back?
Oscar: I don’t know, did he ever say anything about wanting to go somewhere? You could-…
Matilda: I’m not fucking chasing him.
Oscar: Maybe he’d want you to.
Matilda: What is this, a movie?
Oscar: Obviously not, but people do that sorta thing someti-…
Matilda: They don’t, and I don’t know where he’d go-.. it doesn’t even matter now anyway.
Courtney: You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter.
Matilda: [sarcastically] Well, thanks.
Oscar: Don’t start being a bitch just becau-…
[Matilda scowled over her shoulder]
Matilda: I’m not! But you two and your happy ending bullshit can fuck off, not everything is sunshine n’ rainbows for everyone else. Maybe you’d realise that if you crawled out of each other’s asses for once.
[Oscar couldn’t help but smirk as Matilda stormed off, earning himself a glare from Courtney]
Courtney: It’s not funny.
Oscar: No, but the shit she says is funny.
Courtney: She really liked him.
Oscar: She loved him.
Courtney: I feel so sorry for her-.. don’t you dare tell her I said that though.
Oscar: They would’ve made a good couple.
[Courtney sighed wistfully, nodding in agreement]
Oscar: Hm-.. c’mon sunshine, we’ve got babies to wrangle.
Courtney: Is that my new nickname?
Oscar: It kinda suits you, but you’ll always be my Cookie.
Courtney: [grins] Ough, sickening-.. no wonder she hates us.
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@riddle-me-this-riddler
“Mor, d’ya rememb’r when I said ya could only spook scum?”
Morel nods seriously.
“Well,” Wil grins, “I got’a friend who needs an ex scared straight. Ya up for it?”
Below: A video attachment labeled “Frightened Flightless Birds”
[TW: minor violence, threats of murder, minor psychological torture i guess?
Let me know if you spot an error or if I missed a TW]
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Oswald Cobblepot, commonly known as “The Penguin.”
Morel’s target.
Morel is silent as he follows Cobblepot. Father told him that the inferior bird was “tryin ta date someone, but then gettin’ pissy when he got excited about somethin’ and proved he ‘as more of’a personality than just ‘is pretty face,” so Morel is going to scare him.
Well, terrify is a better word for what Morel is going to do.
Finally, Cobblepot enters an old, grimy apartment building not too far from the Bowrey. He has enough money for something better, Morel knows, but this was all he could get on such short notice.
The man’s apartment is on the fourth floor. Morel quietly scales the side of the building and cracks open a window to the apartment, slipping inside. Cobblepot doesn’t notice them.
Morel is silent as he sneaks behind the couch his target is face-planted on.
“Beware the Court of Owls”, he rasps, the sound seeming to come from all sides. (So what is he installed tiny speakers all over the room beforehand for extra Spooky Factor. You can’t prove shit)
“That watches all the time,”
Cobblepot has sat up now, scanning the room for intruders.
“Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch,”
“Where are you?! Show yourself!” Cobblepot shouts. Morel can hear the fear tracing his words.
“Behind granite and lime.”
Cobblepot is standing now, scanning the room for anything amiss. He doesn’t spot anything.
“They watch you at your hearth,”
“Is this about the lounge? I didn’t blow it up! That was all Eddie’s fault-“
“They watch you in your bed,”
Cobblepot is shaking now.
“Speak not a whispered word of them,”
Morel draws two of his knives, the sound echoing around the room.
“Or they’ll send the Talon for your head.”
Morel flips out of his hiding spot, landing on the back of the couch with a knife in each hand.
“Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot.”
Morel didn’t go quite so far as to put on the old costume, but he is wearing all black and a specifically painted mask, so it’s not real far off.
“You have been weighed,” Morel moves closer. “You have been measured,” Closer still. “And you have been found wanting.”
Cobblepot still stands frozen five or so feet in front of Morel.
“The Court has sentenced you to die.”
Before their target can react, Morel dashes forward and jumps to draw a long, shallow line across his throat. Nothing that would require anything more than neosporin and a bandaid.
“But not quite yet.”
And then he’s gone, disappeared into the night.
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i think it's interesting to see the complex reactions there are, cause back in the day, any insight into them and each other and relationship was Private. it wasnt for us and we had been conditioned into hey keep it to yourself. whereas now, they're letting us into some of those moments, being a little more public, but we still have some of that coding saying whooaa I Am Not Meant To Perceive That
i'm so over the moon happy for them. each instance they choose to share is special, and particularly lately, not something i ever expected from them. (sometimes it's been damn holyshit i can't believe they went there)
i'm just grateful they're here. that they came back to the gaming channel, honestly--and seem genuinely into it all again. i havent been ready for anything they've tossed at us in 2023 and that's so fucking fun! keep being happy, boys, it's great to be a part of.
honestly all of this!! like there are some people being genuinely horrible about it for some reason but i think for me and a lot of others were just not used to being like hey this is actually a public thing he posted and actually wants online, like i come from a culture of being told not to post the nakedbooths cos dan doesn’t like them yknow so to see him post something equally as slutty my brain is like no do not interact in a positive way, people will be rude to you about it
but like every day they actually just make me more and more excited about this “chaos era” as dan called it cos like yeessss boys pls reclaim this unhinged space, feed it and let it grow!!
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