Atone For Your Sins

Bowser’s Chemical Weapon

Metal Cap Gave Me Hemochromatosis

Unobstruct the Bile Duct

[ Literally hitting the 👉👈 ] ...My employers might not allow it.

Reason with the Killer

God I Just Need Him So Fucking Bad

temp pin.

// 10 minutes into the divorce talk he goes nonverbal and starts stimming on your shit wyd

// i miss when they were doinking on my tl now it's only the pains and the sorrows

// slowly turning a dial that says "LEE SMITH AGE REGRESSING TENDENCIES" and periodically looking back to the audience for approval

// I hope at least like 3 of you are following along at home I put my heart and soul into this pervert shit

[ Don't do anything rash. You hate this. You hate me. I need you. To write me schedules. To drive me to appointments. To keep me safe. To keep me warm. You never asked for any of this. I've never been allowed to ask. Not for this. Not for anything. Just like you. You never asked for me.

[ Something's wrong. He can tell the moment he walks through the door, the air is cold and stifling. He swallows down dread as he hangs his jacket on the coatrack. ] ...Angel? I'm home.

[ turning to angel ] I'm healthy, big and sexually normal, by the way.

[ quietly ] Premaritally?

hhHi

// clinical trial's fandom blowing up this big is a recession indicator

[ HIT THIS PR OR ANGEL WONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE ]

[ BAGS UNDER HIS EYES ] I Know.

i never killed anyone

recent clinical trial fanart ! #clinicaltrialgame #fanart #art

⠀ Maybe waiting and seeing was worth it.

[ < ----- has been browsing various brands of glasses for the past 2 days ]

[ Immediately accepting the invitation. Your arms are my castle your heart is my sky ]

[ Sitting on the other end of the bed wordlessly staring at them with the most pathetic sopping wet dog eyes ever concieved ]

[ SUICIDE ] That's my burden to bear [ DRILL ] and I bear it with dignity. [ THIS TIME I'M REALLY GONNA DO IT ]

WHAT

This is true. I am ontologically evil.

me rn

Bed.

What are are you asking for. You need Sleep.

.

YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT AT EIGHT AM TOMORROW

GO TO BED.

// sighs. if I made an elliott sdv before even finishing this guys pinned would the entire world be mad at me

// discord down this time im really gonna do it

[ He breathes out through his nose. Angel's account is vaguer than he hoped, he knows well what stores they frequent, but without further details— They're keeping it from you. They still don't trust you. /Obviously./ Drop the subject now. ] I... I'm sorry. You still didn't deserve that.

[ His voice is Methodically even. ] ...Where was this. When. [ He won't do anything rash. There just might be cctv footage. ]

[ metaphorical sound of a grenade pin being pulled ] You What .

// I have opinions about the genders of clinical trial characters that might get me shot in the street

// need 2 redo the layout tomorrow before I make the real pin I don't wanna Rely too much on fanart

[ heat rises to his cheeks. ] I-I. Um. You deserve a pair of glasses you look nice in. They're accessories as much as they are, seeing aids. [ His gaze does Not rise from the ground. ] N. Not that you wouldn't look nice in any pair.

I can help set an appointment. We'll make sure it's a reasonable time. [ dont think about angel with glasses do NOT think about angel with glasses dont think abou ] The prescription is usually what costs the most money, frames are relatively cheaper and can be bought 3rd party.

[ He feels his pulse quicken. He's Gonna End Up On The News. ] Let me pay for you to get glasses. Please.