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DON'T CALL ME BABE! indie horror oc.

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like this for a starter! 

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escapedartgeek:

    “I can kind of get that feeling. Must be exciting to get such gifts. But at least you know Christmas is really, really close at this point.”

   ❝I just love presents.❞ Spoiling her is the only purpose most of the people in her life serve. ❝Are you anticipating to get anything nice?❞

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diiagnose:

eyebrows crease .    ‘ so you feel .. NOTHING . constantly . & it’s-    it’s not my choice . it just is . ’

    Honey responds with a curt nod. Ever since the day she was turned, her brain has been a bit scrambled. ❝If you had the choice, would you prefer to feel nothing at all? Seems easier to me.❞

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the27percent:

    “I don’t really have strong feelings about winter. But I do think it can be a challenge to deal with.”

❝But it’s so cold. And the songs, ugh! If I hear another carol I’ll throw a fit.❞

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persxnalsatan:

They give her a look, but the smirk along with it shows they obviously have no ill will about the other’s feelings on them. They do however roll their eyes art her final comment. ❝ My dear if you believe I am going to die even anywhere close to before you then you have forgotten who I am. You must have or you’d know I can give you whatever you want whenever. I do not have to bring it in a box. ❞

   Honey will not comment further on their immortality, even though she remains doubtful. ❝But it’s nicer in a box.❞ She chirps gleefully with that charming smile of hers. It tends to be the reason why she gets her way most of the time. ❝I’ve got a gift for you. Would you like it now?❞

[missbrigittebardot]

Brigitte Bardot & boyfriend Sacha Distel in her Paris apartment, 1958

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Je suis Fucked

[buckykingofmemes]

please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one

[meganmonroes]

Brigitte Bardot in Two Weeks In September (1967)

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orcishroyalty:

          “Only if it is strong enough for me,” he gestured to himself, laughing. Compared to other men sitting at this tavern, Matuk dwarfed all of them. He was built like a boulder, large in every way. “What is inside of this Devil’s Spring you speak of?”

   Honey holds out her hand and upon doing so, she receives two shot glasses from the bartender. She then pours shots for them. ❝It’s vodka, eighty percent alcohol.❞

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diiagnose:

    ‘ how do you never get SAD ? & i’m always sad , so i can’t argue there . ’

   ❝I don’t care enough about anything to get sad. Why are you sad always? Sounds exhausting.❞

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persxnalsatan:

❝ Oh, don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t call it ‘missing’ you. ❞ Simetra relaxed more in the bath, lowering themselves down further into the water. ❝ A feeling of nostalgia is probably more accurate. ❞  Golden eyes look over at their hand, seeing hers along with it before they gently interlock their fingers with the others. ❝ Am I not enough of a gift already? ❞

  ❝No.❞ Honey is quick to answer, but she doesn’t let go of the other’s hand. Despite her chilly demeanor she is happy to see them. It’s always sort of nice to encounter a familiar face. ❝I like presents. You could die or something, but presents are forever!❞

[orcishroyalty-deactivated201706]

@pcssygclore | starter called it.

               “I asked for the strongest mead the barkeep had,” he gestured to the bartender. “He gave me this piss of ale…” The orc put down the mug and shook his head. “If I’m going to be stuck in this land, I’d prefer something strong enough to get me drunk.” He laughed.

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   ❝You speak oddly. I don’t mind it though.❞ She muses before walking behind the bar to fetch her personal favorite drink. Honey is well acquainted with the bartender so she can get whatever she pleases. ❝This is called Devil’s Spring, want to give it a try?❞

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persxnalsatan:

They smirked, sizing her up before heading on in and shutting the door behind them. Following close behind, they begin to strip as she made herself comfortable in the bath.

       ❝ Oh? Why must you paint me so cold? Just because I’ve not been around for a few years doesn’t mean I don’t care. ❞ The say, stepping into the bath as well.

   ❝I didn’t miss you.❞ She states rather bluntly as she takes a rose from a vase beside the tub. Always one to fidget, she began to pick apart the petals and scatter them among the water to make it more lovely. ❝Just surprised you came. Do you have presents for me?❞ Asks the demoness as she idly takes their hand. 

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bloomingrebel:

        “They’re just a few weeks old.” 

   ❝They’re cute, I like them.❞ Her eyes look a little less dead than before as she genuinely smiles. ❝Is it hard, taking care of two of them?❞

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diiagnose:

time to change the subject away from him .    ‘ what ? that’s impossible . ’

   ❝No it’s not. I don’t get sad is all, unlike you!❞

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persxnalsatan:

The demon king leans in the doorway, smiling ear to ear at the sight of her.  ❝ Oooo, sounds lovely. Mind if I join? ❞ 

   After a few moments of considering the other’s offer, she drops her towel and begins to head back to the bath. Once she is in she makes sure Simetra has enough room. ❝Why are you here? Can’t imagine that you missed me.❞