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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table.
(meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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You have to approve this one before I send it. I want it to be perfect.

Don't ask who it's for.

well, that's a problem. if it's not for me, i'm gonna have to kill whoever it's for.

( is he kidding? 50/50 shot, spin the cylinder and hit send. )

you're perfect, so it's perfect.

Oh

You can't do that, or I'd have to go hunting into the afterlife like Orpheus. Bring you right back. I was going to send that to you and say, I told you that you could do anything you want.

well the thing of that is i've already marked you as my property, haven't i?
no takebacks with the kind of ink i use

that solves the problem of you telling me anything about what i do with you or to you

( with love, obviously: always bruised, occasionally stamped in blood. )

Every part of me, that's true
I wonder sometimes how other people don't look at me and see it. Like an open book.

But you're right. No telling. But can I ask what you'll decide? Please?

a second round of showing you how i use a knife, obviously

( speaking of, )

that the knife i gave you?

I always keep those things close.
Your knife, your ring

[ Sometimes Roza thinks she's missing a second knife, but with a different handle. Birch-burled, thinner, attached to a strange and asymmetrical blade. She makes a mess of her silk dresses, drops a disc of setting powder and coats the floor in dust, half-mad for just a few short seconds spent digging through closets and vanity tables. All to no avail.

Maybe she's been partying too hard. Must be that. ]

my dick (:

( all of it, all of hers. )

when i had you on your knees in that nice fuckin dress i almost stuck my initials right on you, signed and sealed by danny j.
that tattoo don't feel like enough most days

That one I keep closest. One of these days I won't let go.

If you want to do more, I want you to do more. The longer I'm here, the more I feel like
Like how much I love you changes me. I'm braver for you now. I'm sorry that I wasn't before. But for you, from now on, there are no rules. No restrictions.

You can surprise me. Like at the party.

[ the notification says new voice note.

the audio, though, is strange. it feels like it’s in danny’s head, voice distorted and mishapen into a thought, to look like: ]

omwwww back
i made the cutest little winter jacket l̴ ̸f̷o̸r̴ ̶g̵r̵e̷y̵!̴! and a little shawl for m̴e̴r̸c̸y̶!̴!̴ and i guess i made you another hat too or whatever

i think the snow’s coming back, it’s so c̵o̵l̷d̴

p̴̨̭͛͠ǘ̷̮͋ṭ̴͉͌́ ̷̳͠ţ̸̀h̵̯͓͘e̴̠͎̾̑ ̸̫̈́͝f̷͓̂į̸͕̆̒r̸̼͕̎̍ẽ̴͈͙̆ ̶̨̢̈́́ỏ̶̥̪ń̵̻͓?̴͓͝ ̸̭̈́͋

i missed you, i love you, see you

ŝ̷̤̉ò̷̫o̸̧͇͘n̸̼͉̒͝

( outside his bedroom window: fog in the yard, like the fog in his head. is it the liquor or the drugs? is it god again, calling from the pines? half-drunk, half-high, always half of everything, danny listens to the voice note again, again, again, do it again. )

jemima ( magic 8 ball, little sister ) i'm sorry i killed god

[ ignorance is bliss. and blissfully unaware, she wakes up from dozing alone. groggy, heartbroken, achingly empty. she dreamt of a cabin in the woods. she was loved, unconditionally. god kissed her forehead and said be good. daddy kissed her shoulder and said she never is. he brother watches from the floor, waiting for his turn like a good dog.

she touches her face and finds it wet.

she types: why did you pull out, where are you, why did you leave, come back, and deletes it all. she’s squinting in the dark, and finally sends: ]

what?