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Vulture scribbles in the journal before snapping it shut and phasing it right out of existence. The gull laughs.
"That's quite the parlor trick."
"It comes in handy."
incredible realization that this is pretty much what my coworkers see everyday
cw // neck injury, blood, self-harm (technically?)
functional immortality means for a lot of neat parlor tricks
So play me on your phonograph and swear that I'll be yours//though your heart and voice can nevermore be one
anyways I love giving Vulture a shit ton of designs
i had this open for so long i cant remember who i was gonna qrt it from but