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uuuuuhhh motherfcukin’ plotting call !

#they dont have to be long plots !!!

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HE’S THE CITY’s YOUNGEST DEADITE SLAYER ! independent , selective &. seasonal evil dead original character.

#hi im lit just 1 away #self promo.

anyways i was watching ghost adventures last night and there was a doll hand spinning and then pointing at zak so yeah bye

#they never noticed so im just sitting here like WELP

shadowfound:

are you a kisses on the neck or kisses on the mouth lover ? // rolling on the beach or grass lover ? // playing with hair lover or playing with threaded fingers lover ? // reading together or watching something together lover ?

#WATCHING SOMETHING TOGETHE RBECAUSE #HORROR MOVIES BITCH JIUGYKJVF #❪ ᵐʸ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵇᵒᵒᵐˢᵗᶤᶜᵏ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ❫ musings. ❞

i wanna watch ravager......but i also really really do not

#they made it in 2016 and they have all this top notch ware and stuff !!!#bu T NO THEY CHOOSE CHEAP EFFECTS #IM TIRED #yeah maybe my expectations are too high but listen #I HAVE REASONS

who are you.............what did you do with mike.............you’re not my boy

#HOLD ME BACK WOULD YA #IM ABOUT TO FIGHT THIS REGGIE HAIR HEADASS LOOKIN MAN #YOU HEAR THAT ?????#MAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#NOT BOOOAAAY ANYMORE

me thinking about how ben really doesn’t have any friends and his brother and momther are so absent these days that he starts to think they’re avoiding him, but he also just has himself to protect and really no one else:

#but that's not to say ben WOULDNT protect his brother and mom if he had to #because he definitely would even if their relationship is so distant bye #anyways what im trying to say is.................#give ben sum friend

pennywise : monstrauma !

A STRANGLED BURBLING NOISE coupled the bloodless impact, breathy mockeries ( pain, surprise ! ) turned to giggles as compulsive as hiccups. ❝ o — h ! you got m-me, benny . . . aheh-he-he ! ❞ slaver flecks from Its maw, reduced to long, languid strings as Its red rictus slowly shuts. a gloved finger waggles at the boy, jittery as it cracked and popped. the white material rent by elongated fingers, raptorial claws.

❝ time to float. ❞ It croaked, seizing the second swing of the barbed bat not with Its own reach, but arms manifold emerging from the torso of Its glamour. tearing out from the orange puffs and doublet : their fingers, rotting and lesioned, grasping for nails and wood, whilst their arms ( swollen with strange veins ) disgorge milky substance. foul juices reminiscent of the deadites as they lashed and clambered for the boy.

Its taloned hands jarred forth, snaring the boy by his arms, their grasp vicelike. behind the other appendages, writhing and shrieking, the fatalistic glow of mock lights.

none of this reaction was a surprise to him. ben knew something would arise from it , but he didn’t expect so soon. still , he was not phased as his weapon whipped across the room and the glamour of monster glimmered brightly coherent in this night. with instinct , hand is quick to latch onto his back pocket where he kept one of his knives , but the thing seized arms before he could move any further.

ben thinks for it to mimic features of deadites wasn’t the best choice. the expertise ben knew more than whatever he studies in school was just exactly how to kill those things. but he remembers ... the monster is a monster within another and more. as much as he doesn’t want to keep stare locked with hideous yellow , he does anyways. you’ve seen worse , ben he reminds himself.

now in the predicament , how does he get out of it with arms only at limited reach. ben manages to get the knife out , but can’t stab anywhere. ❛ that’s not a fair game , clown. you haven’t even sat through the whole game to see who’ll win ! ❜ he wiggles and writhes as he tries yanking himself away at first. that clasp on his knife turning knuckles an unfamiliar white.

so , now he tries kicking. it’s an organized haplessness pattern as he does. ❛ too bad you deadites bleed so easily. ❜ he attempts at jabbing the knife someone in one of those copy - cat arms. treat it just as a deadite.

#thi S IS SO WEAK IM SORRY JIHUFVK

yas : devourrot !

one , two , three. she counts the beats of his heart silently , the rhythm set steady , elbows propped upon the diners counter. they’re the only two there at one am besides the tired looking lady changing the out the old pots of coffee. her own cup sits untouched before her & she makes no show of hiding her staring. she’s BORED TO DEATH ANYWAYS ! this place is much to quiet for her tastes.

‘ —– anything to do this late at night ? ’ she ventures to ask despite feeling as though she already knows the OBVIOUS answer.

STARTER CALL. @evilrot

the boy on the other hand devoured his plate. swept it clean. it’d been a couple hours before he actually ate something and to deal with some hybrid thing that wanted his soul really pushed it. so , don’t act so repulsed as he feeds his own hungry. he knows she’s staring and it isn’t off to him. there’s a difference in her , but a near relatable to his kind of difference.

❛ what was to be done has already been finished. ❜ he spoke after swallowing a good chunk of the lasting bits of his food. ❛ so all you really could do is just go to sleep after this. that’s what i plan on doing. ❜

#ben: i am a growing boy and i need sleep thanx