The Red means I love you Tasting your blood means I love you

she’s a 10 but somebody made her feel like a 0.

don't know if any of y'all can help money-wise, but spreading the word would still be a really big help. really hope they can get what they need

— 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋 ᴅᴇʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴀɢʜᴇʀ

{{ don't mind me using this for an enemies to lovers thing- }} "oh yeah, y'think so? next time y' say it, i'll show y'somethin' disgustin'. i ain't 'fraid to rip out that cold lil' heart 'f yers, 'yer majesty'."

"i ain't drunk, 'n' i heard ya' loud 'n' clear, frenchie. you said i disgust you? /i/ disgust /you/? ain't that what y'said, you snake?" [ he grabbed the tie, pulling him close. ] {{ pretending this is still back when spy was blu, so like a decent amount in the past }}

"yeah? 'n' i hate people that're impolite. i oughta teach ya' some manners, chainsmoker." [ he pulled the taller man closer to him, growling out each word. ]

[ he roars in pain, leaving the knife in his shoulder to keep the wound blocked, then throws the spy to the ground, stomping on his wrists and twisting his boot to break them. ]

"yer' funny. my metalbox here automatically turns any metallic object into scrap metal as soon as th' lid closes: i made it myself." [ he laughed, although the laugh was forced and filled with pain. ] "sorry, par'ner, cause yer' little devices are now a part of my dispenser."

[ he completes his work on the dispenser, letting out a slight sigh of exhaustion and relief once his shoulder began to heal. ] "now who's th' disgustin' one here? i'd say it's the fella that jus' spat on me."

"it's a good workout, y'know. it makes me fitter than y'think. explains why i still whooped y' one when goin' easy on ya." [ he chuckled under his breath. ]

"yet yer' still bony." [ he replied, standing up and walking to him, pulling the knife out of his elbow. he then sat on his chest to insure that he wouldn't go anywhere, looking at the weapon. ]

"not me. that's the 'quipment i carry." [ he slipped off his vest, and unclipped the holsters from his beltloops, setting them all aside. he was far, far lighter now- probably only around 140 pounds. ]

"pfft- i told ya' my job's a real workout! i'd wager my equipment adds on 'bout an extra 40 pounds on me."

[ he shrugs. ] "did i forget? or am i jus' too insterested in messin' with ya to care?"