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023 is a long coated dog and perfect for petting if ur brave enough

it followed you home again . edit 003 . partners may reblog .

#( 003. / visage. )#my edits tbt

resours

a sentence starter inspired by the books in “ THE RAVEN CYCLE ” series written by american writer maggie stiefvater.

my words are unerring tools of destruction.

i exist. i’m alive, because i bleed.

i am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.

love isn’t privilege.

i’m sick of tiptoeing around your principles.

wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that is courage.

i know when i’m awake and when i’m asleep.

the world turns out its pockets for you.

aquamarine is a wonderful color, and i won’t be made to feel bad for wearing it

everything has gotten so ugly. it wasn’t supposed to be this way.

a coward’s heart is no prize, but the man of valor deserves his shining helmet.

i’ve already psychoanalysed you. and i say “ah”.

stop listening to the future and start living it instead.

maybe it wouldn’t hurt if i kiss you.

maybe i dreamt you.

my head knew that you were alright, but the rest of me didn’t.

the soul is vulnerable when it is outside the mind.

i wasn’t talking to you. i need someone with a soul.

a metaphor’s supposed to clarify by providing an example. that didn’t clarify.

watch for the devil. when there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.

you’re looking for a god. didn’t you suspect that there was also a devil?

rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.

this is precisely why i didn’t want to have a baby with you.

don’t throw compliments away, so long as they’re free.

fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

people shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper.

is this how we make our way to death ?

i can’t remember when i stopped being alive.

memories are like dreams.

my name is that of all women, “sorrow.”

dog-ending-illustration

barghest

#( 003. / visage. )#bork

001. / seekscryptids.

BY THEN , STERN TAKES THE SAFETY OFF ; breathing forcibly turning steadier and shoulders squaring in a way that suggests him sinking further down into instinctual training . Hours upon hours of training dedicated to the gun range , the gym , steadying his hand and sharpens his mind .

His flashlight carefully goes from corner to corner , pressed against his gun , as he attempts to find the creature speaking , the click of its claws ticking against linoleum . Stern purses lips , tries not to feel the same dread from when he sank underneath the depths of the lake years ago , the darkness stifling . ❝ Surely there are other means of nutrition . Animals ? ❞ He quips back , trying not to break into the run at the menacing sound of paw steps coming closer .

❝ Humans have the tendency to swarm wherever there has been death . You will not be at peace here . ❞ He’s at the end of the hall , the doorway blocked off by rubble . Stern was essentially trapped . Sweat dots his forehead , dark eyes dilated . It was as though the light from his flashlight was being absorbed by the darkness .

❝ I could help you . ❞ He blurts out , a contradiction due to his weapon . ❝ Keep this place closed off or something because I promise you that once more people figure out your presence . There would be a manhunt and that’ll be a headache for the both of us . ❞

it hears the click of the safety , and the creature goes rabid , snarls turned into hostile growling as it finally sheds the darkness and allows itself to be seen . a beast with a canine like structure , two pointed ears and a tail , long black fur that swallows light . the odd thing : the spaces where its eyes should be , filled with glowing rubber , and all its teeth ripped out . drooling large puddles of blood and saliva onto the ground with every growl and bark it emits .

it’s laughing again , though , menacing and airy off the wind .

let them come . more to eat . payback .

and with that , the creature sits itself down with head tilted to one side , appears more like a household dog than a rabid wolf now . studying the man , perhaps . playing with its food .

you are not scp .

#seekscryptids #( 002. / interaction. )#this is hot

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like for a book quote starter . i accidentally deleted the last starter call smh .

#( 001. / call. )

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the weakest part of any seal is always in the eyes, because they are the windows to the soul. my-children-who-birthed-me only believe in that as a concept, but concepts are far more real to my brethren—whether they are strange or not—and I than what my-children-who-birthed-me would think of as “concrete”. to line up the windows is to make an open path between a soul and the most vile curse a sealed hate can still inflict. i used every method i knew to reinforce the seal’s eyes, but even then I could not stop it from setting a cause of death in anyone it met gazes with. my blessing could only delay the curse’s full effects for a single cycle around the light that brings life. my misguided children, why did you take its eyes?

personals do not reblog. click for better quality.

#( 001. / self promo. )

gun powder and metal . it’s a smell it knows well from containment , one it does not trust , one that means capture . it brings out a sharp hostility in the canine like beast . a creature of the shadows , it hides in darkness well . the human does not not it --- at least , so it assumes --- but he will not see the beast until it wishes him too . a voice on the wind , soft but audible . malicious .

and what would you have me do ? starve ?

it laughs despite itself , eerie yet melodic through rotting hallways , finally allows the tapping of paws against flooring to be heard as it stalks closer to the human with glowing red eyes and snarling teeth .

@seekscryptids , starter / continued ask .

#seekscryptids #( 002. / interaction. )#hehe oops]

osatanelaya

[023]

#( 003. / visage. )

it followed its nose , as any dog would , trotting along in search of strong smells and loud noises . it finds one . it carefully pads in , observes for a moment , before snatching a sweet and making a beeline for the exit .

@mzsweetie

#mzsweetie #( 002. / interaction. )#smh... 023 PLEASE

001. / P0SS3SSIV5.

“ if I make eye contact with you, will it affect me or my host ? ” his head tilts, curiosity piqued - a desire to learn as arms cross over broad chest. “ if we’re being honest here, it ought t’ be my eyes you should be worried about. people have a real habit of getting lost in them. although you can hardly blame them. I am extremely attractive, after all. ”

it grumbles , in the way only a canine could , spilling slobber through toothless gums onto the floor below . stalking happily through its corridor had been interrupted , and its patience is dwindling lower and lower . it compensates by flopping down gracelessly onto tile flooring , telepathic words echoing through the hall like wind without a source . look like my last chew toy .

#p0ss3ssiv3 #( 002. / interaction. )#023 NO

stalagtites-s

mutt

#( 003. / visage. )

it vaguely understands . knows that something is happening , it can hear the scuttle outside the door , smells something unfamiliar . canine backs itself to the far corner of the room , and meets whatever comes through the door next with snapping jaws and viscous growls .

@kehtur

#hehehe...... new pack member WHEN #kehtur #( 002. / interaction. )

a deep rumbling growl , lips pulled back to reveal rows of toothless gums , long claws digging deep into the ground below them . the rumbling in its chest is threatening , predatory in nature ; a stark contrast to cornered demeanor . the glowing of eyes is dim in comparison to the sunlight , fresh eye inserts covering deadly lights . toothless and eyeless , but that doesn’t stop it from trying to snap .

@gelues , for erron

#gelues #( 002. / interaction. )

dappermouth

it came through the yard again.

#( 003. / visage. )

the-foundation-is-gone-deactiva

((Scp-023

#its baby

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