SABER "fucking sick day" TOOTH. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
masticated) wrote2025-01-12 07:27 pm
masticated) wrote2025-01-12 07:27 pm
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
USERNAME:
zombieboy
text ❖ audio ❖ video
[he picks up on the third ring. sorry, he was shooting up.]
Hey doll. Feeling squishy?
Hey doll. Feeling squishy?
[great it's this freako]
what the fuck are you texting me for
let it die or give it back
what the fuck are you texting me for
let it die or give it back
no. there's a girl here that really liked talkin about it
dunno if she's still here haven't seen her in a while
dunno if she's still here haven't seen her in a while
[ The morning before Saber's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to his door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]
Saber,
Welcome to the Hex Club.
I look forward to working with you.
— Silco
* For clarity's sake: The pin is merely a gift, not an expected part of your daily dress.
[his fingers are too soaked with blood for him to be able to type properly.]
i'll bfdjring yfou witsh m3
i'll bfdjring yfou witsh m3
what is 4chan??
what happened you still mad i died? or are you mad i haven't been payin enough attention to you
we can change that
what happened you still mad i died? or are you mad i haven't been payin enough attention to you
we can change that
i'd ask who the fuck this is but i already know
why would i do that?
why would i do that?
[ Just a photo, first: a pretty redhead laid out on a bed, likely recognizable as a girl Saber fucked last night when Shadowheart was on her way back to him, a day of dulled emotions that ended in searing jealousy.
Her eyes are closed, as if in sleep. Dressed, but there are implements lined up on the mattress beside her: scissors, forceps, a bullet extractor, an artificial leech. A large, curved amputation knife. ]
Poor thing came to me with a sore throat and a light fever. Not much for me to fix, is it?
Her eyes are closed, as if in sleep. Dressed, but there are implements lined up on the mattress beside her: scissors, forceps, a bullet extractor, an artificial leech. A large, curved amputation knife. ]
Poor thing came to me with a sore throat and a light fever. Not much for me to fix, is it?
[there's a swell of gluttonous pride when he receives the photo, followed by a quick, passing twinge of emotion previously unknown. unknown to him, saber, but known to his past self henry, known to shadowheart and roza. guilt. his thumb hovers over the screen. his lips twitch and his stomach lurches.
he swallows it down.]
huh
starting to do some experiments on your own. you tryin to impress me?
if you can't fix her make her worse
he swallows it down.]
huh
starting to do some experiments on your own. you tryin to impress me?
if you can't fix her make her worse
please do not perceive this timestamp, cw misogyny idk bro why read this at all
masticated
- 2025-10-03 04:06 (UTC) - Expandfuck no. wish i'd been the one to get homelander. good for them.
i'm flattered you thought of me sweetheart but my hands are clean for this one
did you do any?
i'm flattered you thought of me sweetheart but my hands are clean for this one
did you do any?
wow you're agreeing with me? told you man's holding on to some bullshit
i'm thinkin about it. if he says one more thing and i'm showing up at his door
i'm thinkin about it. if he says one more thing and i'm showing up at his door
[ Sometime in the middle of the night after the final votes have been cast, with no preamble: ]
Whether you’re marked for the cage or no, if I find so much as a single hair askew on Stephen Strange’s head, I will find you. I will cut off each of your fingers one by one, and stuff them into your mouth before gagging you with rope so no one has to hear or read any more of your idiocy.
Whether you’re marked for the cage or no, if I find so much as a single hair askew on Stephen Strange’s head, I will find you. I will cut off each of your fingers one by one, and stuff them into your mouth before gagging you with rope so no one has to hear or read any more of your idiocy.
[his hands are currently too bruised to type properly, and his breathing ragged. either he's finished having sex or killing someone.]
Cute, real cute. I hope you do, I hope you find somethin' of mine on that sonofabitch so you can send me off properly. Don't you want me to have a taste of you left on my mouth before I'm put away?
Cute, real cute. I hope you do, I hope you find somethin' of mine on that sonofabitch so you can send me off properly. Don't you want me to have a taste of you left on my mouth before I'm put away?
[somehow nebulous time after he wakes up from being knocked out
no he cannot see properly and is typing with one eye open]
what
no he cannot see properly and is typing with one eye open]
what
[ Sometime while he’s nothing but a stitched-up body—after Ani’s head delivery, after a group of them have investigated the gore of it. Shadowheart’s more than used to viscera, and this is exactly the viscera she and Jinx wanted, but on her way back to her cottage she can’t stop seeing Saber’s severed head behind her eyelids, and she stops in someone’s autumn-bare garden to heave, dizzy, even though nothing comes up.
Sometime after that, and after the accusations, and after Stephen doesn’t tell her his role before telling the whole village. After Cellar tells her about the time he saved her. Saber’s phone is probably dead, and this won’t go through, and it won’t matter. ]
Sometimes
I think about how you looked for just a moment after I saved your life. Not when you kissed my hands-but when you stood in my bathroom, wide-eyed, like a boy. Like you didn’t know how you got there. Just for a moment.
I don’t know what’s wrong with you. We were so deep inside each other last month I should understand better than I do. I don’t know what’s wrong with me for wanting you.
At the Cloister I think some of us turned out like you. Less reckless, perhaps, because the reckless ones end up dead. Like you. I don’t think any of us are born like this. I think we’re shaped, we’re made.
I have to unmake myself to not be like you. Not angry or crude but a weapon, honed. I do understand that part of you.
I hope you come back better. I know you won’t.
Sometime after that, and after the accusations, and after Stephen doesn’t tell her his role before telling the whole village. After Cellar tells her about the time he saved her. Saber’s phone is probably dead, and this won’t go through, and it won’t matter. ]
Sometimes
I think about how you looked for just a moment after I saved your life. Not when you kissed my hands-but when you stood in my bathroom, wide-eyed, like a boy. Like you didn’t know how you got there. Just for a moment.
I don’t know what’s wrong with you. We were so deep inside each other last month I should understand better than I do. I don’t know what’s wrong with me for wanting you.
At the Cloister I think some of us turned out like you. Less reckless, perhaps, because the reckless ones end up dead. Like you. I don’t think any of us are born like this. I think we’re shaped, we’re made.
I have to unmake myself to not be like you. Not angry or crude but a weapon, honed. I do understand that part of you.
I hope you come back better. I know you won’t.
do we even have guns? huh
jinx makes them
don't ask her for those i'll teach you how to use a knife
jinx makes them
don't ask her for those i'll teach you how to use a knife
[Holidays come and so does Devon's little wrapped gift, which is unceremoniously chucked into Saber's room or onto his bed with a note saying 'Merry Whatever, Dev' which may have been sweet if you didn't also factor in that he also threw Neon Rex's detached gecko tail in with it. Merry Whatever, Shithead.]
[Like a raven bringing a gift, there's no note and no explanation. Just a bloody molar resting on Saber's pillow for him to appreciate however he may. Sully assumes he has the intelligence to put two and two together about it, but whether he notices it is a gift with the smallest hint of affection to it is up to Saber.]
[ when max feels up to doing anything at all, saber gets a delivery of a bouquet and a bottle of liquor at his door. (she's pretty sure he'll only appreciate one of the two, but she wanted to do something anyway, and she doesn't know him well enough to guess at anything else he might like. maybe he'll find it funny?
within the flowers, there's a note: ]
I know you were with Grace when everything went down. Thank you for looking out for her.
- Max
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