10-22-2020, 02:03 PM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ ninazu's serval body
“I am neither a her nor a him,” Vale says, red eyes slipping to Caesar. The serval breathes in, rolls vis eyes, and refrains from spitting out further venom. Gender and gender roles never agree with Vale’s philosophy. “Use whatever pronouns you like, otherwise. I don’t care.”
The serval’s head tilts to the side, confusion flicking in those changed eyes. “Why do people think shapeshifting hurts? Does it hurt when you shed your winter coat? That is itchy. The shapeshifting is much the same. So itchy!”
One of Vale’s paws rises to scratch the open wounds on vis head again, but Vale slams the paw back to the ground. Again. Once more. Ah, a fourth time! “I hope you appreciate the work I’m going through, here, to take better care of your body than my own!” Vale snaps at Ninazu. The claws come out and scratch at vis chin again. “Flesh is so itchy! So! Itchy!”
Then Vale looks to the comedy duo, blinking rapidly, like, oh my god, Vale’s never seen two comedians with rapport like this. “I am not used by anyone. I am an independent agent of chaos, if you will. And chaos is freedom!” Vale manipulates vis jaw with the paw, popping it one way and then the other, eyes squinted, fighting the itch on the open sores. “I do like the sound of that deal, yes. Mm, sure. I draw crowds anyway! Even without trying. So why the hell not, eh?”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The serval’s head tilts to the side, confusion flicking in those changed eyes. “Why do people think shapeshifting hurts? Does it hurt when you shed your winter coat? That is itchy. The shapeshifting is much the same. So itchy!”
One of Vale’s paws rises to scratch the open wounds on vis head again, but Vale slams the paw back to the ground. Again. Once more. Ah, a fourth time! “I hope you appreciate the work I’m going through, here, to take better care of your body than my own!” Vale snaps at Ninazu. The claws come out and scratch at vis chin again. “Flesh is so itchy! So! Itchy!”
Then Vale looks to the comedy duo, blinking rapidly, like, oh my god, Vale’s never seen two comedians with rapport like this. “I am not used by anyone. I am an independent agent of chaos, if you will. And chaos is freedom!” Vale manipulates vis jaw with the paw, popping it one way and then the other, eyes squinted, fighting the itch on the open sores. “I do like the sound of that deal, yes. Mm, sure. I draw crowds anyway! Even without trying. So why the hell not, eh?”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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