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𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛, 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑. — 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.

#𝔊𝙍𝝤ꔋ𝗘𝟱𝑸ꓴ𝗘𝙍𐌉𝗘 ; featuring 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰, reimagined and headcanon-driven. private + selective. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐧𝐢. possibly triggering content ahead, please follow at your own risk. 21+ only! ⁽ ʳᵉˢᵘʳʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʳᶤᵒᵗˑ ⁾ - 𝑠ℎ𝑒 / ℎ𝑒𝑟 - 30+ - 𝑒𝑠𝑡. MOSTLY ACTIVE ON WEEKENDS. dead dove do not eat! please read my rules before interacting.

an exploration of : rancid vs delicate, home is the first grave, growing up in a burning house, yearning & hunger, the living dead, the black sheep, selling your soul, loving your demons & being born haunted.

#꒦꒷𐕣꒷꒦ [ 𝔊𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝟻𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ˒ ⸻ 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 (𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚗𝚒)

grote5querie

ya gurl is hard up for monies so maybe send me a couple dollhairs and i'll make you a bunch of pride icons?? cashapp: $eyeh8riot

#👉👈

this is the height of dirtbaggery. they’ve carved out a filthy little corner of the world for themselves, tucked behind a line of portapotties and a sagging merch tent, far from the buzz of security or the reach of greedy hands looking for a share. it’s just them, the stink of body heat and stale weed smoke clinging to the air like fog, the tremble of bass rolling through the grass from some band neither of them came to see. he's grinning, really grinning — for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, like all the rot in his chest’s been burned out under the sun. there’s a glint of something feral in his eye as he pulls the baggie from his pocket and gives it a little shake. the contents crinkle like dead leaves. “it’s gonna taste like shit,” he snickers, pinching out a chunk of dried, gray-brown fungus like he’s handling treasure. he doesn’t even flinch anymore, not at the smell, not at the thought of what comes next. the crowd screams as the first real drop of the set hits across the lawn, but it might as well be miles away. his fingers hover in front of their mouth. “open up.” like communion — if god were dirtier, meaner, and knew how to have a good time.

⤷ ⋆˚꩜𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋｡ LOUDER THAN LIFE FEST - @chrislaplante .

#chrislaplante

frzenfear

@grote5querie set the stage: ft Riley

‘Come on! When was the last time you had fun?’ A calloused pointer finger and rough thumb tug at the baseball cap on his head, drawing the bib low to shadow his gaze from Riley. The jab isn't what stings, torment and low ribbing was common in the Evans family – in fact that's how ‘i love you’ gets translated among the brood. John doubts there is any love in it coming from Riley but his skin is tough; it's the emptiness that leaves his blood cold and heart squeezing heavily on a beat. He couldn't recall the last time he had fun; no childhood memory surfaced and no joyous bubble floated to pop behind his eyes and paint him happy. Teeth tear at the meat in his cheek before he sets his jaw and shrugs, the best answer he can offer while his tongue knots itself over in his dry throat.

He doesn't object to the hand curling around his wrist and pulling at him to rise from his seat, he’s still scouring in that head of his for a memory or something – anything so he doesn't seem like a complete lost cause. Only he is. “ What exactly is your idea of fun? “ Boots scuff the gravel beneath them crunching and rolling as he casts a wary glance at the vacant parking lot; last thing either of them needed was a cop rolling up to ask why the hell they were loitering on his tailgate at three in the morning.

grote5querie

riley's idea of fun isn't exactly normal. of course, neither are her circumstances. she can remember a time when air still filled her lungs and she lived beneath the crushing weight of her father's thumb. don't talk that way. don't dress that way. always represent the family. now that she's dead, none of that matters anymore. she does what she wants and she does it often. dresses how she likes, talks how she likes. hell, there isn't a day that goes by that riley doesn't find some postmortem way to give her father one last fuck you, dad. tonight isn't much different. it's funny how different she and john are. his stoic coldness against her neon fire. opposites in every obvious way, and yet it does something for her. maybe it's because, for all his squareness, he's never once told her to be different. her small hand wraps around his wrist as she drags him farther into the middle of the empty lot. "relax. who's gonna be out here?" she asks, glancing around dramatically. "it's, like, negative cold as fuck outside." then again, it is alaska. her teeth flash in a grin as she comes to a stop beside him, their height difference made obvious by the way she has to tilt her chin up just to meet his eyes. "first things first. ya gotta scream." she doesn't even give him time to argue. her hand is already in the air, waving away whatever protest is coming. "ya gotta loosen up, johnny. we can't do nothin' if you're all..." she gestures vaguely at him. "... tight and shit."

#frznfear #<3

horroredits

GINGER SNAPS 2000, dir. John Fawcett

#𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑒. 𐕣 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫.

kaitmusings

maggie lindemann via her tiktok

#𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑎. 𐕣 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳.

grote5querie

#𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤. 𐕣 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑩.

helenuhs

𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒓 - 𝒊'𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 .

#꒦꒷𐕣꒷꒦ [ 𝔊𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝟻𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴 ] . . . . ⁱᵐᵍ˒ ⸻ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.#𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑧. 𐕣 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹.

oathkeptmusings

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

#oh okay alright #please specify muse #꒦꒷𐕣꒷꒦ [ 𝔊𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝟻𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ˒ ⸻ 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜.

videsnoir

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything. ft. april & ben @grote5querie

A LONG WAY TILL DAWN, and slumber wouldn't dare touch her until the sun greeted the sky. a cloying sweetness mingles in the afterglow, and the spiral of smoke from a vanishing spliff holds the air between them. she exhales a delicate cloud and sits back on her kitchen counter, bare legs swinging from the worn-in shirt she'd been drowning in. ❛ you know I don't sleep at night. ❜ she chuffed softly, weary and low. try as she might to be cold and detached, it doesn't suit her, not for the gentle grain of her cadence or the warmth bleeding through melancholia. it bleeds all the way down to where she aches, salt poured and rubbed into an open wound.

OF COURSE, APRIL WANTED HIM TO STAY.

it was sickening just how much she wanted ben to stay, how much she wanted him to want to stay. desperation haunts her as every shadowed specter; its barbed maw twists into the lump formed in her throat. so she takes another hit off the joint instead, staving off a tremble that might rear its pathetic little head. her tired arm extends in offering, representing a last chance before the ember burns out. ❛ does saying it doesn't mean anything make it true? ❜ from between smudged lips, bruised from something so rottenly forlorn and the graze of teeth. april counters a rise of fraying panic with a playful tilt of her head, map of freckles scrunched with her nose, and a grin forming. ❛ tell me what it means, and i'll say yes and let you eat the good cereal. ❜

grote5querie

there's a pleasant ache settled deep in his bones, all worked muscles and kiss-bruised lips. he feels tired in a way that feels earned, even as the afterglow begins to fade and the smoke rolls in to fill its place. his eyes drift up to her. she's perched on the kitchen counter, swinging the same legs that, only moments ago, had been wrapped around him. this is always the hardest part. the deciding. the knowing when to leave. the inevitable moment when he pulls away and something that had felt warm and alive turns cold as stone. for whatever reason, he doesn't want to do that with april. maybe it's the way her melancholy mirrors his own. maybe it's because he's just that fucking lonely. whatever the reason, he still hasn't made his way to the door. he reaches out, calloused fingers brushing hers as he takes the spliff and lifts it to his lips. smoke curls between them as he inhales, holding it there while he turns over the question of what comes next. he has every opportunity to leave. every chance to tell her he's tired and to disappear into the night like he always does. instead, he exhales a thin stream of smoke through his pierced nose, her words lingering in the space between them. "means..." the word trails off. he lets out a quiet sigh, annoyed with himself, his gaze dropping briefly before finding hers again. "means i don't wanna go yet."