KIINDERGOTH @kiindergoth - Tumblr Blog

[ ✉ ➜ Tricia ] His hair is frizzy. Definitely flat irons it wrong. Not enough nihilism in his eyes. He’s smiling and it doesn’t seem to be because he’s being held at gunpoint.

[ ✉ ➜ Tricia ] 0/10 fucking poser.

#tricia (tricia-fucker)#texts

tricia-fucker

@kiindergoth

[text to Emo] hey hey hey hey

[text to Emo] <Image Attached>

[text to Emo] its you

kiindergoth

[ Messages Received ]

[ ✉ ➜ Tricia ] I wear it better.

[ ✉ ➜ Tricia ] Hey I’m back in town

[ ✉ ➜ Tricia ] I’m back

#tricia (tricia-fucker)#texts #(back trying out a new text format bc im funky fresh)

topherchris

sir-canuck

@kiindergoth

#intracranial 🗡 ic #tagged #fuck you #if youre gonna get the #lizard head #get the whole FUCKING suit coward

kiindergoth

A man walked around and looked around, it was such a small town how could he not find him? He some a teen and walked over tapping his shoulder "hey um kid, have you seen a man named TJ Dragon? I'm looking for him."

(@bombexpertjordan)

( @bombexpertjordan )

Tap tap.

The light pressure on his shoulder made the teen tense and suck in a breath. Since the whole Henry incident, he and paranoia had shared the space in his skull. His own parents being out there didn’t lessen that feeling either.

In a blink, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket, flicked it open, and had it firmly in his grip, at the ready. Stumbling forward and whipping around, Firkle glowered at the man, on the verge of hissing-- except that’d be too vampire like so he didn’t. God.

“TJ?” The question caught him off guard. There was something going on with TJ and the other goths but he hadn’t looked into it. Regardless, he wasn’t a fucking snitch. He didn’t trust anyone who came looking for TJ, not after they’d found him in a broken state because of his own parents.

“Who the fuck are you and why do you want to know? You have 10 seconds.” The small goth waved the knife as a reminder that it was there.

bombexpertjordan

"Woah kid relax" he puts his hands up "I'm just here to see my little cousin that's all. I'm going to reach for my wallet okay?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it he pulled a picture out and passed it to Firkle "I'm not my uncle and aunt, I won't hurt him I promise."

In the picture was two twelve year olds, one could easily be identified as the man standing in front of Firkle but with less scars. The other one had TJ's gray eyes but looked nothing like his adult form, he was extremely malnourished and just looked scared. The smile on his face seemed forced like he was scared of whoever was taking the picture.

kiindergoth

Firkle doesn’t relax when told to. Jordan backpedaling encourages him to take a step forward and hold the knife a little higher. “Oh yeah? Why the fuck do you want to talk to him?” He was convinced there weren’t many sane or normal people in South Park, this had to be another insane family member or something.

Dark eyes glimpsed the picture once quickly, and then a second time for longer. The scared look on who he presumed to be TJ made him uncomfortable. Was it the person snapping the photo he was afraid of or this alleged ‘cousin’ of his?

“Tell me what you want. Then maybe I’ll take you to him.”

#intracranial 🗡 ic #jordan (bombexpertjordan)

lostgirll666

🥀.

kiindergoth

@cigarette-tainted-death

#bookmarked grimoire 🗡 queue #goth big bro 🗡 pete (cigarette-tainted-death)

A man walked around and looked around, it was such a small town how could he not find him? He some a teen and walked over tapping his shoulder "hey um kid, have you seen a man named TJ Dragon? I'm looking for him."

(@bombexpertjordan)

( @bombexpertjordan )

Tap tap.

The light pressure on his shoulder made the teen tense and suck in a breath. Since the whole Henry incident, he and paranoia had shared the space in his skull. His own parents being out there didn’t lessen that feeling either.

In a blink, he pulled a switchblade from his pocket, flicked it open, and had it firmly in his grip, at the ready. Stumbling forward and whipping around, Firkle glowered at the man, on the verge of hissing-- except that’d be too vampire like so he didn’t. God.

“TJ?” The question caught him off guard. There was something going on with TJ and the other goths but he hadn’t looked into it. Regardless, he wasn’t a fucking snitch. He didn’t trust anyone who came looking for TJ, not after they’d found him in a broken state because of his own parents.

“Who the fuck are you and why do you want to know? You have 10 seconds.” The small goth waved the knife as a reminder that it was there.

#jordan (bombexpertjordan)#rp