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MOVED TO @thanatosdope

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“We get some rules to follow                                                               That and this, these and those No one knows                                                  We get these pills to swallow How they stick in your throat                                                                                                                 Tastes like gold...”

                                                         @prnks

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sext: my ability to want has been sacrificed for survival

sext: but - i do want, sometimes, & it’s usually you

sext: i’ve been relearning my body now that it’s been given back to me

sext: i learn better with company.

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Now, usually Claude was more of a solo person when it came to things such as thievery. Having a partner could slow you down, cause trouble, make you get caught, and no one wanted that. But when it came to something so large, like robbing a bank, it too more than one, three at the most to preform the task with little to no issue. His pale fingers dragged across the keyboard, typing a small, quick message before pressing down onto the enter button.

[Thanatos]: And you are? [Thanatos]: I don’t ever remember seeing this user-name anywhere, are you knew to this?

He looked to his right, staring at the goat mask that was on the shelf, placed onto the styrofoam head so nothing happened to it. Was it time for The Goat to come out? Was this little job some type of sign that this was it? Thoughts picked and pulled at his mind, almost blocking what occurred in the master bedroom. Great, they were at it again. The arguing, so loud you could hear it from the other side of Gotham City. At least if he robbed a bank, he would be able to pocket enough cash to get the fuck out of this hell hole his mother called a ‘safe haven’. She was a damn liar, and she knew it, but of course she wouldn’t fucking admit to it. 

He heard his door creak open, snatching his attention away from his screen. Irritation came to him at the sight of his younger brother, Vincunt Vincent hovering in the doorway. How old was he, thirteen, and he still wasn’t used to what went on in the master bedroom, the violence that occurred? He still sought out comfort from his older siblings, grow up. All Claude had to do to get Vincent to fuck off was give him this look, and he would leave but not without slamming the door.

Then he heard it, the sweet sound of her body falling to the floor, and his panicked gasp. A smirk pulled at his lips, then a slight chuckle came from him as he put on his headphones, his playlist automatically starting the second the wire was pushed into the laptop’s hole. Course the first thing he had to hear was Requiem For A Dream blast into his ear, which perfectly fit the situation happening in the master bedroom. His fingers once again made contact with the laptop’s keys, typing his third message.

[Thanatos]: Are you in, because quite frankly I am.

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🌙🐉

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I would like to thank @prnks for the new icon!!!

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ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHHHH

 for @thanatosdope c:

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@prnks

Pale fingers ran across the keyboard, eyes scanning the screen, the light from it illuminating the room. He was of course on Tore, the deep web app in which he spent most of his time. It kept him up to date with the recent drug imports, crimes, and of course his favorite, new methods of murder. Yet every now and then, while scrolling about forums and such, he would come across something that caught his attention, this time it was something he wouldn’t have ever thought of. Now the ad he had come across was rather unusual, it asked for something few people would dare to do. It was asking for people to rob a bank, something that would give someone like Claude such a thrill. Out of curiosity he clicked on it, ignoring warnings his father had burned into his mind, oh don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t kill people, don’t sell drugs, don’t rob a bank, even though he preformed each one himself, well history was bound to repeat itself. With sudden movements he clicked on the ad, bringing him into a chat.

[ Thanatos has entered the chat ]

On his screen appeared two other icons, both of which were blurry, and their names were crossed out, making them unreadable. He blinked in confusion, dragging the cursor over to one of them, clicking it to see if would do anything.

[ Thantos wants to see User’s information, do you allow this? ]

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         HEYOOOo. time to haVE A REAL TALK, MY GUYS. prank is a very erratic, very potentially violent character. his temper is short, his impulse control doesn’t exist — long story short, he’s the type of character that will punch you in the face for saying ‘ goat ‘ in the wrong tone of voice. please LIKE THIS if you’re okay with prank physically attacking your character in a thread. this doesn’t mean it’ll always go well for him, but it’ll at least make sure there’s some level of communication / some kind of permission.

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                                             ₜₕₑ ₒₙₗy wₐy ₜₒ ₛₜₒₚ ₘₑ ᵢₛ ₐ bᵤₗₗₑₜ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ ₕₑₐd, ₗᵢₖₑ ᵢ'ₘ bₐcₖ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ dₑₐd                                                        BₐCₖ Fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ DₑₐD!

                                                                 Prank - @prnks

                                                           Mallory - @greaselungs

                                                          Opheum - @fearprincess

                                                           Claude - @thanatosdope

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❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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Claude always observed, watched carefully, learned even. It was just how he was. In a way he thought it might help him gain advantages over certain people, after all it had worked with him before. If you watched enough, you learned enough, and when it came to a person, that knowledge could be used in anyway you could imagine. Of course, some weren’t worth the event, especially the boring ones, yet this boy, the one with the hair the color of the sky, now he was far from boring.

The sarcasm, how lovely, there another factor that would play into Claude’s curiosity. He chuckled, the grin growing wider. “You just seemed so familiar, I might’ve confused you for one of my clients, or even one of the junkies that you would find stabbing a needle into their arm, right over...there.” He clutched his coffee with his left hand, the right extending, forefinger pointing in the direction of a small bodega. Course he didn’t actually mean what he said, he was just going along with Prank’s sarcasm, adding onto it, something he would do to his siblings. Yet the boy did seem so recognizable to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Wait, don’t tell me...”

“You’re the one who thinks he’s the Joker right?”

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