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Stranger Things
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
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titsay
Peter Solarz
hello vonnie
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@blacksheepkendra
OOC
// I am going to give this one more try. If i don’t get a response from anybody, I think I’m just going to archive this blog and leave it for people to come back and read. Kendra is very dear to me, and she’s been aching for me to let her come out and play.
//I really want to plot something out with a Mr.March, but seeing as nobody seems interested at the moment, and i’m still fighting off a cold, I’m gonna sign off and head for a nap
There's a darkness lurking inside
an Evil
Just begging to be unleashed"
A former Resident of the Murder House, now just a lost soul who happened to wonder into the Hotel Cortez. She’s a time bomb waiting to happen.
21+
YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR BACK
//That I am, Hotel has awaken some inspiration in me. Okay maybe just Mr.March but still I’m back and hopefully for quite some time if I can get Kendra up and running with a Hotel verse.
So this is what her life had become? Sleeping in an old rundown hotel, Not that her old residence was much better, but at least she had friends there,she had history there. But she was no longer welcome , her sanctuary torn down by the new owners. Somehow she had been drawn to the Hotel as if something was calling her there.
Headphones on her ears, combat boots hanging over one of the old chairs that adorned the lobby, she’d watch the people come but never go. Completely unfazed by what would be strange occurrence to any normal person. But Kendra wasn’t what one would call normal. No,she had a very long and complicated story. One that included resurrection on multiple occasions. Closing her eyes as she began to hum along to her music, she couldn’t help but sense something, or somebody watching her.
“What are you staring at?, Fuck off”
Hey guys, so I think the chapter of Kendra in the murder house is complete. Watching Freak show has given me some inspiration, to have her become part of that Verse. I will be making a new page as this one is cluttered and I really don't want to delete anything on here. I will post a link to Kendra's new page asap.
tuck yourself in you better hold onto your teddy
it’s Nightmare on Elm Street
AND GUESS WHO’S PLAYIN FREDDY?
(a mix for monster girls)
(listen here)
Enjoying the summer, not enjoying the damage the sun does to my skin, damn my Scandinavian genes, all I want is a nice sunkissed glow.
I really don't want to have to say good bye, but Kendra is slipping out of my fingers. I need some inspiration in order to keep her going. I don't want to lose my pixie.
Was gonna post a starter, but it's so damn hot, I'm not feeling very good, so I think I'm gonna to lay down in my bed with the fan blowing on me.
Hey Tink, how are you?
A growl escapes her petals “Don’t call me that”. Does that name still torment you so? Are the memories to painful for you, dear pixie? ”I do not go by that name anymore” That is not entirely true, fairy, and deep down you know that.
I must be stopped
OMF You're back, Whats going on with Kendra?
Yes, I am back. lol. There is quite a bit going on with her. While she’s been away from the murder house, she’s been up to a lot of things. Some good, some bad. She isn’t the innocent fairy that everybody grew to know anymore, ill leave it at that.
Delicate fingers trace the intricate design in the wood paneling, iridescent wings flutter at the roughness. The tiny fairy is feeling sentimental about the infamous Murder House. Oh, if only the world knew of the secrets it hides. What would it think if it knew this is where she calls home?. A wince emerges from her pink petals, as a drop of crimson flows from her snow white digit. Blood no longer bothers the pixie. Being away from her safe haven has hardened the fairy. Scars and bruises adorn her snow white skin. Her once beautiful wings are now tattered, and ripped. Her pixie dust no longer services a purpose. Her light has gone out. Nobody believes in fairies anymore.
