𝐙𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓

bring on the carnage, baby!

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tag dump !

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❛❛   a   forbidden,   drunken   make-out   session   on   the   beach   ended   when   he   spewed   acidic   vomit,   burning   the   girl’s   face.   she   survived,   but   axel   wondered   if   the   nightmares   would   stop   if   he   ever   remembered   the   girl’s   name   –   indie   &   selective   axel   “zeitgeist”   cluney.

[whatisyourchildhoodtrauma]

#me attempting to date

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@radiatesmagic​     :    wants   a   smash   or   pass !

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   “  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

“c’mon,   candy   apple.   you   should   know   this   by   now.   smash   one-hundred,   smash   a   trillion.   i’ll   paint   myself   green,   you   paint   yourself   yellow   ---   wait,   that’s   not   how   it   goes...”

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hawkstertm‌:

                            [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

                         🏹 — @acidicvomit // zeitgeist | nonverbal memes ( accepting ! )

          “it’s not like i don’t appreciate it,” kate began, second to last arrow shot at an opponent who could have fatally wounded her right then and there if he hadn’t stepped in, “but you could’ve gotten yourself killed or something!” she blabbered on, clear as day frustration in her tone. beneath her worried manner, she told herself that she’d have to apologize and thank the other properly for it, considering all of her arrows — excluding one still in her quiver — were either stomped in half, purposely broken, in some random guy’s ass butt, or halfway melted courtesy of her acid-spitting comrade.

sleeve   is   shucked   under   wet   bottom   lip   to   catch   the   excess   black   ooze,   a   grimace   settling   over   his   mouth   as   tongue   sizzles   with   the   aftermath.   his   decision   was   fleeting   and   the   right   thing   to   do   ---   he   couldn’t   owe   it   entirely   to   the   adrenaline   rush   nor   the   pang   of   worry   when   the   hawkess   seemed   to   be   surrounded.   the   opponent   was   one   of   the   last   of   the   bunch,   unsuspecting,   which   made   everything   easier   for   zeitgeist   to   ready   his   gag   reflex.   though   the   instant   deterioration   wasn’t   a   pretty   sight   or   scent,   axel   couldn’t   help   but   carry   a   bit   of   pride   in   his   chest.

“isn’t   that   in   the   job   description ?   we’re   all   in   this   together,   birdie.   say   ‘ thank   you ’   and   we’ll   be   done   with   it.”

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❛❛   a   forbidden,   drunken   make-out   session   on   the   beach   ended   when   he   spewed   acidic   vomit,   burning   the   girl’s   face.   she   survived,   but   axel   wondered   if   the   nightmares   would   stop   if   he   ever   remembered   the   girl’s   name   –   indie   &   selective   axel   “zeitgeist”   cluney.

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*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine

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hercputation‌:

     “ — please tell me this is some bad, terrible dream and that you didn’t just get an ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo. roman when have you ever wanted to get a tattoo?” letha continued on slowly, still thinking this is a dream and that he’s pretending to be a criminal. she’ll play along if it means waking up anytime soon. 

          sitting up slowly, she couldn’t help but stare at the mask on his face. instead of saying anything more, she reached over and poked it. “what’s this for? you look like a reject from the terminator.” letha deadpanned, mostly unamused at how dream roman looks. at any mention of this being real & not a dream, letha only laughed “sure, if you say so. but i’m confident that i’ll wake up soon.”

her   gentle   poke   is   batted   away   by   the   smack   of   a   hand,   mouth   guard   ripped   away   from   around   his   head   while   greased   strands   stuck   out   in   an   unkempt   fashion.   was   this   girl   on   some   heavy   drugs   or   just   severely   concussed ?   a   sigh   ripped   out   from   axel’s   lips,   head   placed   into   hands   as   he   tried   to   come   up   with   the   best   possible   explanation.   but   what   did   he   have,   the   coincidence   that   he   looked   exactly   like   the   godfrey   prince ?

“first   of   all,   fuck   you   lisa.”   a   body   crafted   from   limbs   budges   up   on   the   couch,   coarse   palms   jutting   out   to   grab   onto   her   forearm.   with   a   quick   twist   of   the   flesh,   a   burning   sensation   is   administered   in   hopes   of   deterring   the   notion   of   a   dream.   “second   of   all,   ain’t   girls   supposed   to   dream   about   sunshine   and   rainbows ?”

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astarborn‌:

@acidicvomit gets a starter !

arms crossed against her chest as she leaned against the entryway of the kitchen, ally didn’t dare make a sound— no, she wanted to observe the strange man’s behavior as he sat there alone at the kitchen table. she’d been a witness to this scenario too many times to count, first with her father over the years, then subsequently with her late husband. ally knew the initial recovery process was always the hardest, or as she liked to call it, the hangover from hell. it was wise not to push too hard or ask to ask too many questions, but at the same time, there was a part of ally that needed to get to the bottom of why this man had nearly almost killed himself to get her attention after one of her shows. 

as charlie whined at the bottom of her feet for attention, the redheaded woman couldn’t help but break her silence with a bout of laughter, her eyes still staring straight ahead at axel even when she pushed her body forward towards the counter. “eatin’ something might help. i can make you eggs– how about that? do ya’ like eggs?” 

he   could   hardly   remember   anything,   only   able   to   feel   the   present   grime   sticking   to   his   skin   and   the   iron   maiden   making   a   dent   into   his   skull.   the   place   he   had   been   dragged   to   was   too   clean,   the   couch   too   firm   for   him   to   fully   rest   and   get   out   of   the   cycle   he’d   easily   slipped   into.   the   gentle   whine   from   the   hellhound   across   the   table   startled   his   search   for   a   tranquil   moment,   somehow   hurling   the   vague   memory   of   a   concert   across   his   unconscious   state.   vision   was   muddled   by   lashes   encrusted   together,   rubbed   away   with   a   knuckle   to   settle   his   sight   on   the   copper-haired   figure   opposite   him.

“fuck,   firecrotch.   remind   me   what   i’m   doing   here   again ?   i   was   out   of   sorts,”   now   even   more   so   with   the   phantom   cotton   building   in   his   mouth,   “too   many   beers   an’   i   was   having   a   good   time.   that’s   what   you   want   at   your   shows,   don’t   you ?”   his   words   revealed   that   he   carried   a   conscious   decision   to   climb   the   venue’s   fence   in   order   to   land   onto   ally’s   limousine.   “better   not.   gotta   get   something   else   in   my   system,   food’s   only   gonna   make   me   hurl   &   a   pretty   girl   like   you   doesn’t   wanna   see   that.”

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so   what   i’m   gathering   is ...... axel   has   a   bionic   pen*s .....

[princesconsuela]

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@youngxximmortals​     :     “Wait, your spit is acidic? Oh, I have to see this!”

axel’s   brows   lift   with   an   opportunity   to   flaunt   his   mutant   ability.   a   grin   stretches   the   skin   on   his   cheeks   while   he   shucks   the   neon   guard   below   his   chin.   “you   got   anythin’   you   need   to   get   rid   of ?”   lips   pinch   to   swash   saliva   back   and   forth,   readying   the   burn   of   his   gag   reflex.   “it’s   not   my   spit.   it’s   my...uh,   upchuck.”

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@hercputation​     :     STARTER !

blunt   fingertips   dig   into   a   smattering   of   scruff,   weary   eyes   bolting   back   and   forth   between   the   rousing   blonde   and   the   empty   room   they   were   confined   to.   plump   lips   bubbled   with   a   spout   of   nervousness   as   the   mutant   didn’t   know   how   to   comfort   someone   who   had   more   or   less   fainted   at   his   appearance.   “uh   huh-hey !   everyone   went   out   for   ah,   something.   ‘said   i   had   to   stay   here   until   you   woke   up.   sucks   to   be   left   in   the   dust   y’know   ----   and   i   ,  uh  ,   won’t   hurt   you   or   anythin’ !” arms   rose   above   his   head   to   ensure   total   surrender.

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@edensent​      :     STARTER !

“you’re   tryna   tell   me   we   don’t   look   the   same ?”   voice   raises   an   octave   while   the   cheeks   of   his   companion   are   clutched   and   angled   towards   the   mirror.   axel   hitches   himself   up   closer,   brows   knitting   while   a   green   stare   probes   at   the   similarities.   “look   at   that ... my   fuckin’   doppelgänger.   not   as   ruggedly   handsome   as   the   original   though,   eh ?”

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❛❛   a   forbidden,   drunken   make-out   session   on   the   beach   ended   when   he   spewed   acidic   vomit,   burning   the   girl's   face.   she   survived,   but   axel   wondered   if   the   nightmares   would   stop   if   he   ever   remembered   the   girl's   name   --   indie   &   selective   axel   “zeitgeist”   cluney.

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tag   dump .