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what do I have to do to get my shit to show up in the tags

#smh #out.

“I CAME HERE TO PARTY, TO BRING DESTRUCTION AND VIOLENCE”

selective, private. horror oc. est. 2015.

#indie oc #indie horror oc #horror oc #indie rp #horror indie #reposting so maybe this will show up in tags...maybe

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“yeah but tell me more about you”

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we’d say he’s seen worse from her, but he hasn’t seen much of her lately. or is it the other way around? “ ’say that as if i could, you give me too much credit babs. ”

blood\s still warm, pinky test and everything. wipes it off on his cut, ‘stead of a taste test. Elvis is no snob, s’just an acquired taste is all. not that he’d turn down a hot meal, if that’s what this is. doesn’t want another lecture about iron and sacrifice deficiency’s again.

careful not to step in the moonlight, he withdraws. from the body, not her of course. not that he’s smiled back yet. where are his manners? “ you called … ”

She’s been busy! It’s not easy being the worst person around. There is a lot of paperwork involved, and she’s been dodging her responsibilities lately. Had to take a little vacation. Chernobyl is just beautiful this time of year. Anyway, she’s practically forgotten the man on the table by the time she turns to see Elvis - she feels a little bad for just disappearing, but she’d never admit it.

Babs grins. “I have a proposition for you.” The room they’re in, the clinic, it’s pretty small. The layout changes depending on which angle you look at it from, just how Babette likes it, confusing, like a hall of mirrors but worse, and on purpose. It’s all cozy, warm colors, too, in a mocking way. It’s technically a natural health clinic this time around so there is really no justifiable reason to shed blood there, other than that she wants to, and it looks more like an opium den than a doctors office. So is the way of the world. “You know people who know people. I have a freezer full of-” Suddenly, she remembers the body nearby. “-organs. You know. To sell.” One may think she just means to like, hospitals, but there are a lot of people who’d pay a lot of money to get some dude’s gallbladder on their dinner plate.

#hadesltd

‘ what’s your name again? ‘ from diosa

She blinks once, twice. There’s a reason real doctors have licenses, medical school. Babs hasn’t really studied the art since, oh, what? Two centuries ago? No matter - “How many fingers am I holdin’ up, baby?”

So you shouldn’t experiment on your friends. Or frenemies. Whatever they are. And, anyway, had Diosa been anything but [UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREECHING SOUND] she probably would have exploded. A little memory loss won’t kill anyone. She’s all rows of teeth and eyes now anyway. “I can fix it, probably.”

#horroticas #unreal...#asks #scopesting

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“I CAME HERE TO PARTY, TO BRING DESTRUCTION AND VIOLENCE”

selective, private. horror oc. est. 2015.

#it's super late but take this again anyway

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‘ satan is our only hope. ‘

“Yes. Well-” She rolls her shoulders. A smell rises off her, - not the usual smell, mind you - but one that indicates a certain level of travel. Soot. Brimstone. Ash. “He’s a little busy being a two timing little bitch at the moment.” There is some bad blood, but isn’t there always some bad blood with these old people? Elvis should know, with his father and all. “He’s not going to be of any help. Time for plan B.”