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[ID: Doodle of Shen Qingqiu and Kim Dokja. They're side by side, Shen Qingqiu hiding half his face with his fan, and Kim Dokja smiling at the viewer. They're labeled "I'm Shen Qingqiu" and "I'm Kim Dokja". At the bottom there's fire text that says "The Kills Himself Brothers" in all caps. /end ID]
Introducing... The Reapers: Isaiah Swain (vox/guitar), Myra "Rabbit" Rutherford (keys/vox), Nik Tham-Boon (drums), Ange Northwood (bass), and Ulrike Faust (guitar), with Helena Zhao as the ultimate groupie and some guy mutilating the sound.
Bonus and transcript under the cut!
@sims4thehoes I used one of your bases as the sound guy! 😘
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Isaiah: [taps] "Is this thing even on?"
screeeeeeeeech
Ulrike: "How hard can it be to adjust the fucking levels?!?"
Rabbit: "I will come over there and rip those controls from your COLD DEAD HANDS!"
Ange: [glowers silently]
Nik: [crash!BANG!smash!CLANG!]
Some Guy: "Uh... yeah. So what were you guys asking for again?"
Helena: "Let me in that booth, you imbecile! I don't have a clue about sound engineering, and I bet I could still do it better than you!"
Been tagged in so many WIP games but I just haven’t had the will to respond😭 so you guys get a snippet instead :)
Through gritted teeth, Bianca asks, “Does she know?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis.”
Bianca eyes her incredulously, exclaiming, “So you didn’t think your roommate needed to know that you’re killing people?”
“I’m not killing people,” Wednesday says with a huff of amusement, finally fed up with this conversation enough to continue on her way.
“I saw the news articles!” Bianca shouts after her, and Wednesday stops, humming in annoyance, waiting for her to arrive at her point. “A couple of months after you turn up at a new school, a few kids end up dead, some in a fucking psych ward. Always some freak accident that ends up in the newspaper, and then you disappear a few weeks later, only for the cycle to start back up. Guess your parents finally got tired of covering your tracks, huh? Shipped you off so you couldn’t make any more waves.”
“I prefer natural disasters,” Wednesday comments offhandedly, showing little interest in what Bianca has to say, though she can see the confusion and dawning realization on Enid’s face. A certain discussion for later, Wednesday realizes, but at this moment, all she wants is to make that vein pulsing on Bianca’s forehead burst. “Tsunamis, hurricanes, the like. ‘Waves’ is such a flimsy term. Doesn’t really evoke an image of mass destruction.”
from ch.2 of killing boys which is almost done, a gift for @badmoodbatflowers🖤