
@Painted-Iris group
Kye is typing…
Kye: dad what did we talk about with killing people that don't deserve it?
Kye is typing…
Kye: dad what did we talk about with killing people that don't deserve it?
Dicklik is typing…
Dicklik: You mean like Blake?
Kye is typing…
Kye: shshsh he doesn't count, he's not claimed goddamnit
Wren is typing…
Wren: Sorry, who now?
Kye is typing…
Kye: nonono don't ask
Sy is typing…
Sy: who’s that??
Kye is typing…
Kye: don't you dare tell them +Dicklik
That was when Wren decided to take his chances. He looked up at the god behind him. "There any chance you'll tell me anyways?"
"Oh, there is a one hundred percent chance," Derlik said, laughing. "Blake's the soul of a teenager I killed, mostly as a joke at first. Kye tries to deny it but they're totally Kye's pet."
Dicklik is typing…
Dicklik: You won't see a word of it on this chat~
Kye is typing…
Kye: on this chat…
Kye: you told him in person, didn't you-
Kye: he's my friend, that's it, i swear
Wren's face twisted into disgust. He expected him to believe that? But… with the way Kye was typing so quickly in chat…
Wren scowled at the screen. "Y'know, this is one of the reasons I'm always gonna hate you. For everything you did to him."
Wren is typing…
Wren: Tell me it isn't true, then.
Kye is typing…
Kye: well, the part of how we became friends is true. the other thing isn't though, i promise.
"I'd never aks anything less of you, darling~" Derlik cooed, laughing a bit at the look on Wren's face.
Dicklik is typing…
Dicklik: Yes, because everyone keeps their friends in their pockets and isolates them from the rest of the world while taking care of their every need :)
(Why am I a part of this twisted little fandom?)
Wren about wanted to take something and throw it at Derlik behind him. "Call me that again and I won't hesitate to jam my hand through your head," he spat.
Kye is typing…
Kye: shut up.
(Because it's ~fun~ XD)
"Try it, darling, and I'll bite your fingers off." Derlik was still smiling, but his eyes said just how serious he was.
Dicklik is typing…
Dicklik: I promise, I'm joking
Dicklik: but it does took a lot like it
(le sigh Goes off to make more popcorn)
Wren set his device down on the cold floor. “Do it. I don’t have any attachment to this form, nor do I have anything left to lose,” he replied, turning around. And there, reflected back at Derlik was a similar determination. The boy stood, recalling the instructions he was given earlier. Without hesitation, he forced his hand into the mouth of the chaos god.
Kye is typing…
Kye: What else am I supposed to do? Not help him when you won’t let him become normal sized?
((Oop— good luck Wren))
(Wren is literally so done with everything that he wouldn't even be mad if his soul were erased from existence.)
((Wren is officially a mood))
((Wren and Simon low key be in the same mental condition right now dang))
(Wren was the first claimed by Marcos if we're going from rp standpoint. He's been locked away with hurt feelings and emotional baggage for a few centuries)
(Swim and I have a plan for Wren though, so he'll be happy eventually :D)
(He likes to tinker so he's gonna get to do that and Marcos is gonna give him more space and actual time to forgive him)
((Aw that’ll be nice))
((Lmaoooooo))
(I KEEP FINDING THESE MEMES THAT ARE BASICALLY FROM THE CLAIMED TO THE GODS LMAOOOO)
(Now that's what I call childhood trauma!)
(If gay means happy, then i'm not gay)
(It's fine I'll get over it. *Has mental break down)
(Ow, stop it that hurts!)
(Fuck, I dropped my mental stability)
((LMAOOOOOO THOSE ARE SO ACCURATE))
((OMG YES))
(( XD ))
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