Blood Bitch

[kobayashiirin-blog]

井戸の中の独言も三年たてば知れる

Indie Horror oc || Penned By Nicole

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[5oil]

[meryemiyaov]

[hisvulcanboyfriend]

Mother of a god Cries endless tears of regret Their sins kill saviors

[teleos]

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[tooth--decay]

should we just be dead //

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[darkhoneyyy]

[sirenchild]

[snuffmuff-blog]

DUNCAN

        he smiles electric. it conceals the bruised ego ( stupid… why should he care ? ) and bordem. he brushes the lump on his abdomen. it lets out a yowl, digs its claws into his belt. he doesn’t mind—mostly distracted while syllables brew in his throat, beg to spill over his tongue, like puke or catchy song lyrics.

       ❝ better sober up, sweetheart. ya look like a mess. ❞  he’s not wrong, per se, but the quip is bratty, obnoxious, juvenile in-context. perhaps teasing, if you squint. pretty high school girls love teasing ; let’s hope it works on, uh, milfs ?

  Ophelia raised a pierced eyebrow as her friends slowly turned to stare at the punk looking KINDERGARTEN twerp. Slowly, college aged sharks disguised as girls oozed towards him, making snide little comments comparing him to ROADKILL or an annoying little brat.   Their long fingers with snakes and skulls tattooed on them touched and prodded his skin. They were like vultures CIRCLING a bunny.

  “ Isn’t it past your curfew, pipsqueak. Mommy’s gonna be MAD if she finds out what you’ve BEEN DOING. “

  She eventually got up and sat CLOSER to him  -   she smelled like cigarettes, booze, perfume, and IRON. The sounds of YOWLING and MEWLING caught her attention.

   “ Is that a connected TWIN or are you hiding something? “

[ghorless]

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[nojuvie-blog]

 OPEN.

        eyes shift with absent danger. or is it alertness? no—it’s a type of fear embedded within azure orbs of delinquents only, specifically those out too late with stupid parole officers and marijuana dazes. and that’s not to mention the lump beneath his hoodie ; it twitches and mewls, shifts shapelessly beneath the lowlights. a protective hand is wrapped around it in a pathetic attempt to calm ( who’s he kidding? it’s mostly to save his ass. ). he grabs a fry with his spare hand, soggy with gravy and decorated with strings of cheese. he observes… and he sticks it up his shirt.

          he thinks an employee is looking at him funny, so he glares right back. he’s only one among the drunk teenagers of saturday night/morning. why do they always look at him like he’s the issue? he’s just minding his own business. well, until—— ❝ … you lookin’ at this? ❞ grabs the lump. ❝ or this? ❞ grabs his crotch.

[snuffmuff-blog]

  Ophelia’s friends were crowded around the counter that separated the customers from the kitchen, cluttered with EMPTY dishes and milkshake glasses covered in black LIPSTICK stains and smeared essence of spit from licking whipped foam off the cold glass.

  She looked over to the barely sober teenager as she licked ketchup off her thumb, glaring at the loudness that abrupt the silent talks and scared the wobbling, HIGH college students straight up before they slumped back, trying to hold themselves up.

   “ Don’t OVERSELL yourself, kid. You’re like eight years old. Not everybody here is looking at your TWO INCHER. “

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