* A God Winks

private "lenny busker"

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we are here tonight to talk about violence. or maybe human nature. we are here to talk about human nature. wait… a quote. a great philosopher once wrote, “in times of peace, the warlike man attacks himself.” this is the root of all our problems, and by “this” I mean “we.” we are the root of all our problems our confusion, our anger, our fear of things we don’t understand. violence, in other words, is ignorance. figure your shit out. that’s my what I’d say.

ind priv / sel. oliver anthony bird of LEGION. heavily quoted by bird.

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KNOW YOUR SYMPTOMS.

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— santanico pandemonium

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LENNY CHANGED FACE ! 

                     DO YOU KNOW SHE ENVIES YOU? CARRIES HURT AND ANGER BENEATH THAT LOVING FACADE? “Do you think we worry too much about what people think?” The question comes, as delicate fingers brush through her hair, play with strands, feel soft red strands. She asks, only because she knows the face she’s wearing DOES think far too much. Starves herself over it. WHAT A FUCKING WASTE. But Lenny keeps up the act, a weak smile, a way to get closer to the THING. A way to use her, or hurt her. A way to crawl beneath her skin

@cutiecxbe

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@underoosed !

                    WHAT ARE YOU? TWELEVE ? ! “That’s a neat trick.” Lenny cocks her head, leaned against the lockers across from the ones he’s just LIFTED. What a piss poor place to put a secret hiding space, honestly. “Might wanna be a little more observant though... Who knows who’s wondering these hallways. It is the middle of a SCHOOL DAY, after all.” Honestly, how has this kid not gotten detention?

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GIRLFRIEND 

     Instead of a hand extending outward, they’re risen to cover previous smile if only to muffle another noise escaping her, a mere giggle at her minuscule slip upon the table. She’s so nice; Tess is not entirely use to nice, & this ? It’s a wonderful change from the dull others, curious tilt of the head given. LENNY - she likes the name quite a bit, nod given in means of giving understanding. Maybe the two could form a little witch cult together; a little family.

     “I’m Tess.”

     They’re two small children being introduced at the playground, innocence lacing their words like pure silk & honey mingling together. She could even be the bright star that illuminates Lenny’s darkness, aid her in whatever demons cause her throat to scratch & itch & pain so terribly. Lenny is someone she wouldn’t mind being around; maybe in the future, she can trust her enough to even hold hands ! 

     “I can do another trick if you want; get you a snack ? “

                    “’m not hungry, I have...” Lenny doesn’t eat much, only what’s necessary, that and sweets. Twizzlers are a personal favorite, but she has some of those. She pats herself fown before looking past the table. “Had...” A painted finger is held up in the other’s direction before Lenny ducks beneath the table to retrieve the dropped sweets. The wrapper crinkling beneath her fingers. Why do they let her keep the plastic? What if she swallowed it? NOT THAT SHE WOULD ! The snack is set on the table, a red rope taken before it is slid over to Tess.

                    “TWIZZLERS.” She claims proudly, tough Lenny wonders for a moment, if Tess has magic, why she hasn’t left, but the idea that maybe she checked herself in or just wants the help is what stops her from asking. “‘sides, I dont think they’d be too happy if we took something we aren’t supposed to.”

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insert me, trying to figure out what icon style i wanna do now.

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LEGION aesthetic: @ahgodwinks + @amloved

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SHADOWS STRETCH AND MORPH ACCORDING, ticking off his nails upon the hollows and slinking forth with all the care of a hungry snake. his teeth itch and his hands scritch and scratch against the walls, but who’s to tell the difference between the house and the head. ( the mouse and the DEAD ) what a friend, what a fiend! ( and to look so pretty when he EATS like that… )

sound the trumpets, sound the horns, and bring the walls come crumbling down as he marches on the withering cities of JERICHO WITHIN! what sights, what sounds await him now, falling formless from the waist down as he succumbs to the hunger of a baser instinct. THE KING OF THE RATS is ample in numbers, running rampant down the hallways ( up and down the wallways! ) a HOARD OF A PESTILENCE to herald a save of face and a show of hands that strangle struggle against the dark. 

if you can touch it, it’s real, he’s cautioned before, taking up her hand with it. if you can touch it, it’s real. and what a cute little hand with cute little bones to SNAP and CRACK between his teeth…but a hand nonetheless, and held by an equally human seeming hand; after all, he’s more than just a fantasy! 

YOU MIGHT EVEN SAY HE’S THE GUY OF HER DREAMS.

…but not her dreams of late.

‘ we’ve got a problem, lenny. ’ such a soft carte blanche for an even softer looking boy; it only ever takes a whisper to send it SCREAMING off the walls. ( and who knows, lenny busker  — even the walls might be screaming at you too ) he wraps around her mind in sickly tendrils, feeding into a CANCEROUS afterthought as he slowly, surely, encompasses the whole of her greying matter. decay, decay, DECAY UNDER HIS DEAD MAN’S TOUCH, and fall away from where he beckons, picking apart the prying holes for even the slightest bit of cheese…

‘ we need to talk. ’ he purrs, dragging his hands across the very mess he’s made. will she see the fog about her, the delicate swarm that abstains its buzzing hand from chewing to the bone? oh does he hope so. he flits in and around the trappings of her skull, oozes under every layer of skin, bristles every fiber. ( he’s trapped inside her, can’t get out!)

not until you release himhimHIM, lenny…

@ahgodwinks  /  u kno i had 2 do it 2 em.

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scritch, scritch, scritch. the rats are in her BED !

                          He’s standing in her room, watching her with those eyes, with that bubbling anger she won’t allow herself to see. She dares to stand before the king and give her mind to someone else. She dares to spend her time thinking of a girl, I WUV YOU. He sounds like a doctor, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. how many times has she heard that right before she was supposed to GET OUT. “we have a problem?” She mimics, she whispers it into the room because it is all her mind will allow as he burrows beneath her skin into bone. As he coils scaled tail around her thoughts, and taints her with pestilence. She shifts, as if the way she stands before him will bring her comfort, as if it will bring her clarity. A rat scurries across her toes and she has to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. She digs her heel against her skin to rid herself of the lingering feeling. It takes her a long moment to realize he’s in her room. How did he get in her room? How long has he been there? the questions leave a sour taste in her mouth, the taste of bile, the long since past acidic taste of bennies on her tongue.

scritch, scritch, scritch. the rats are in her HEAD ! chittering teeth and glowing eyes, they’re scratching away at her from inside.

                         She doesn’t want that anymore. She doesn’t want to need that anymore. A vision of him, a handful of bennies slipping to the floor. The hard crack of her knees, a scar across the cap. The bitter taste of them on her tongue, the feeling of coffee and dirt and oil and tea and grime on her tongue, the feeling of it packed beneath her nails.

                         Her nails. Digging, prying nail from bed. Shaking hands using screwdrivers and knives and forks and nails and fingers and flesh to pull up floorboards. Blood smeared across old wood, splinters beneath her nails, digging into the sensitive flesh, because she can’t stop, she can’t stop looking, she has to get rid of them. She has to get them out : no more rats, no more rats, no more rats. fat tears smear down her cheek and he takes her hand before she can wipe it away. SHE WAS GETTING BETTER.

                         and maybe it is not all Tess, she knows for a fact it isn’t. It isn’t only Tess, but the work she’s been putting in, the therapy, the medicine, maybe it’s working. “I don’t... I don’t want...” The words will not leave her throat, and for a long moment they try to choke her. “I don’t want to talk.” she twists her hand, tries to escape his grip. scritch, scritch, scritch. She owes him though, doesn’t she? He was there for her. He was nice (?) and he was her friend. She thought he was her friend. “I’m tired.” She lies. “I just... I want to go to bed.” She tries to explain, but a viewer would know, a viewer would know what lies hide behind the ice water color of his eyes, what monsters press against his teeth, what little effort it would take the unhinge his jaw and swallow her whole. A viewer knows he always gets what he wants. He does not ASK. he is not asking her to talk. He is going to talk, and she is going to LISTEN. a viewer knows, but Lenny does not.

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                         Her grows as the other laughs, becomes genuine. wow she’s pretty ! the mug is taken gently between her palms and she holds it there. “Yeah, y’know a coven. A small family of witches, or somethin like that.” She begins her explanation, as if the girl cut herself off because she didn’t know what a coven was. A pause is taken as Lenny’s brain tries to catch up with where they are in their conversation. She blinks once, twice, three times before it seems her mental buffering has stopped and she is able to speak again. But even then she is stunned into sputtering silence, stuttering, tripping over her words because her mind won’t cough them up. “really?” She shifts, smile wide. No touching, until you’re comfortable. She nods, curls of black hair bobbing slightly as her head does. Lenny is almost glad, she’s never been one for annunciating physical contact, and this gives her an opportunity to become comfortable with the girl.

                          “y-yeah, okay.” She seems almost in awe, bandaged fingers gently tip tapping against the warm mug before she takes a drink. A girl would never poison her girlfriend, right? and then something seems to cross her mind, a sudden realization that has her jumping to sit straight. INTRODUCTIONS. she doesn’t even know the strange girl’s name ! her sister would be disappointed. Lenny almost extends a hand, arm moves as if she’s going to, ( no touching ! ) instead she rests her elbow on the table, attempts to rest her chin in her hand though she slips the first time and almost ends up banging it into the table. nervous. she decides to shove her hands in her lap. “I’m Lenny.” Words come out in a rush of embarrassment, a singular breath of JEEZ IM AN IDIOT. though she’s still smiling.

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     “ Do you want to see a trick ? “

She’s taken a seat at the table across from the unknown woman, smile vibrant upon porcelain features as attitude mimics a child excited to reveal such trick to another. There’s a full mug in her hands, one of plastic as means of preventing others from breaking & attempting to use the handle as weaponry, contents only of hot water rather than hot chocolate as requested ( which was refused a depressing amount of times until mug was near forced in her hands & she was sent on her merry way ). 

Smile arises & brightens like a STAR in the darkest night as she discards the cup from her hands, where it should have landed in her lap simply landed in front of the other with a soft thud, droplets of water becoming decor upon the surface. What they couldn’t seem to see however, was when she made the RIFT in concealing view of the thickness of porcelain table, another having been swift to arrive just atop the woman’s head before vanishing just as quickly.

     “See ? MAGIC - that’s what they keep telling me. Everyone thinks I’m a witch, but I’m not, honestly!…Do you think I’m a witch ? “

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                         Nervous fingers twitch when she’s spoken to, move off the table to rest on her knees as she curls in on herself, wide eyes flickering across the other’s features, dancing across her face but avoiding her eyes. “Magic?” Eyebrows knit together, causing a pinch in her brow as she works out the word, as if it has never been said to her. Her voice is rough and quiet, throat burns as she speaks, a side effect from spending hours screaming. NIGHTMARES are a terrible thing. Like they say, your mind is the only thing you can’t escape, and believe her she has tried clawing her way out of it, and all she has to show for such efforts is a line of scars hidden by hair and bandaids on her fingers, nails cut too short, or missing completely.                          The cup is dropped and Lenny seems even more confused and distressed, perhaps this girl is not as well put together as she— She flinches hard, almost tips her seat backwards as the mug appears before her. “Holy shit.” words are whispered, and glorious twizzlers are abandoned in favors of scarred hands cupping the warm mug, as if she’s trying to make sure it’s REAL. she studies the water, with those big eyes and smiles. She smiles at the other girl, though the upturn of her lips is slight, it is a SMILE “who wouldn’t wanna be a witch?” It’s the longest sentence she’s managed, and her throat burns of strain, her voice has been on a hiatus. With short nods and mutters towards the therapist, there is little she can do, little she will do now days. She simply tries to go limp, allow the river to carry her downstream, comply and maybe she won’t SINK. she pushes the cup back across the table, resting her chin against the wet spot, she tilts her head, resting her cheek against the cool surface of the table, she rests for a moment, eyes moving back to the cup. “I dunno.” She jerks to sit up, seeming brighter, as if her little rest has given her energy. “Is this your way of recruiting a coven?” She doesn’t understand what maybe the strange girl doesn’t like the idea of being called a witch, she doesn’t understand that it might offend the strange girl. But she understands that the strange girl is pretty, and MAGIC. Lenny used to make things float, Lenny thought she could make things float. maybe she’s a witch too. She adjusts, crossing her legs as she watches the stranger, curiosity tainting her features. “Would you... wanna be my girlfriend?” And Lenny understands that she just might like the strange girl.

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Don’t be My Friend : Reason 1657

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@amloved !

                          She comes twirling into his room with a smile that could light up the STARS, a small platter in her hands, hot chocolate in sky blue mugs, she smiles, blinks chestnut colored eyes and moves to set the tray on the bed. “Hey.” Mug is taken between delicate hands, and offered to him with a smile, that soft smile, that CARING smile that could melt anyone’s heart. A smile that has been shown to him since he was a boy, since he spoke to the stars! she waits for him to take the cup before she leans back into the cushions, adjusting her sweater. she simply hums, and as the mug is lifted to his lips, the liquid seems to shift, little white marshmallows seeming to sink, bobbing in the cup, they return to the surface tainted crimson, as if the hot chocolate has turned to blood right beneath his nose. It’s so strange, but then again, so is everyone...

SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST BETTER AT HIDING IT, AREN’T THEY DAVID?

LENNY CHANGED FACE !

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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knock knock bitch

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                          He lays in all his glory, arms spread out and feet together, like a BIBLICAL CRUCIFICATION. But he is far from HOLY. he is a demon, with eyes blazing yellow, the color of the sun glowing within their sockets. Not even David’s beloved GOD could save him. He is oozing, thick black sludge runs like a river own the side of his face, leaving black hair slicked against his head, curls stuck together. The King coughs, more oil bubbling out of his mouth, mixing with crimson, but he dares to SMILE. teeth stained black, gums red and bleeding. He begins to laugh as fist collides with jaw, a horrifyingly satisfying CRUNCH drowns his laughter into a howl. Hands move, grasp the shape of the King’s jaw and snap it back into place with a hiss, he flexes rotted muscle, feels is twitch and snap and right itself all at once. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He almost purrs, but the hand around his throat tightens, pushes up another round of acid, forces the King to choke on his words, with nothing but a disgusting gurgle, a sick wet sound in the back of his throat as he tries to force air up, to spit it out.

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Someone should uh, come and beat the shit out of Lenny tho.