FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES

It was the monsters, Indie & selective werewolf oc by Dee The monsters took Eddie

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@cricdwolf

❛ If I weren’t so used to people barging in here, I’d ask you what the Hell you think you’re doing. But I guess we’re supposed to be the B&B for mystical creatures who might or might not be able to help us. I’m Carmilla. You’re charmed. Stay AWAY from my smoothies. ❜

“Uhm-Eddie?” 

Her name is offered uncertainly-as if she has somehow forgotten that it belongs to her. It is more nerves than anything else, that and a somewhat introverted disposition. The way the other girl is looking at her sets her on edge, her defence reflexes instantly flying up: stay small and quiet, leave as soon as possible, do not say anything to make her angry. There is no eye contact made as she awkwardly stutters out a few words.  

         “Sorry I-my friend-well someone I know, really,            said to come here? I can go if it’s a bother.” 

[the-sad-boy]

[wearsmatte-deactivated20170609]

*at job interview* Oh yes, my criminal record? The only thing illegal I’ve done is absolutely KILLIN it on the dancefloor. Haha, just kidding! I have killed a lot of people

[cricdwolf-blog]

;;Finally finished Eddie’s full backstory/about, you can find it here!! 

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          “So I pushed all the… the… buttons! –in the small room and a man yelled at me.” GK pushed her lips, still stuck in self pity over the interaction. “Don’t push buttons?”

A laugh tumbles over her lips, though not so much at the girl as at the thought of the man. God he must have been so pissed off. “Maybe next time only push one button, but I’m sure it was fun?” 

[screenshotsofdespair]

[andthentheworldwentpoof]

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[inkskinned]

our era rises. // r.i.d

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slumbermancer :

remember: ghosts are typically immune to physical Things, such as fists or spears, because their bodies are not made of things. experts suggest using un-things when facing them in battle, like an un-spear, or a mildly breezy afternoon, or Concepts

[midwesterngothic]

[physicsminded-blog]

Dee’s current muses aka a lowkey self promo

therationalmind 

Name: Dana Scully  Fandom: The X Files  About: Angry scientist wants to fight the entire government 

cricdwolf 

Name: Eddie  Fandom: fandomless oc  About: Small sad werewolf Trying Her Best. pls help her   

starrycrowned 

Name: The Archangel Raphael  Fandom: ???? angels???? religion??? ur guess  About: One of the most powerful beings in the universe; cries when given a friendship bracelet 

[butchthoughts]

how to improve any kind of media:

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[cricdwolf-blog]

friend: are you alright?

me: *finger guns* no!!!

[drogonqueen-archive]

creepy covers // in honor of the ever popular trend of darker covers of famous songs [ listen ]

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@f-xmulder

When she sees the FBI badge Eddie’s heart just about stops. There is no fight or flight like you might expect, she just freezes, deer in the headlights style; how ironic. Of course he is here to arrest her, what else could it be? No matter how careful she has been she is still a monster and there are always clues. Or maybe they won’t arrest her, they’ll just shoot her here where she stands, or ship her off to some kind of containment facility to be experimented on. The FBI will be able to make people like her just vanish, right? And besides, she’s a skinny, weird looking homeless kid; who would there be to miss her?

When her heart does finally start to beat again it hammers furiously against her chest. The agent is saying something about just wanting to ask her some questions, but then he’d hardly admit that he was going to do anything else. She considers running, but it’s pointless. Even if he wasn’t going to arrest her now running would be just as efficient as holding up a big flashing sign saying “I’M GUILTY!.” Besides which he is fit and healthy looking whereas she’s underfed, overtired and full of aches and pains. There’d be no contest. Fighting is out of the window too, for all of the same reasons. Oh God above, she’s going to die. With great effort she manages to find her voice and stammer out some semi-coherent words. Her southern accent is so rural sound she might well have corn crowing out of it. 

“I don’t know anythin’” 

Great, because that doesn’t sound suspicious at all. 

[kingsservice]

Bastille // Get Home

                      How am I gonna get myself back home?                                                                    Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay

[thanatosjr]

Instructions for a walk in the woods

Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you. 

If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer. 

You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you. 

Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.

If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it. 

You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up. 

Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them. 

If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it. 

Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.