#apathcia

[btchnet]

@apathcia​

     “What model’s your camera?”

[redheadjew]

@apathcia​

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  ❝——Why do you always have to be such an asshole, Craig?❞

[cheerfound]

@apathcia​ // c.

“ he-ey , these aren’t balanced , if you let me fall i- ee !- i’ll kill you . “

[fuckitandmovetobritain]

Edinburgh, Scotland, UK

[oftextbooksandcoffee]

(( @apathcia doodled a thing cuz i was greatly amused by the following tags:

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[grlzrule]

@apathcia  |  happy birthday

low key , but definitely not low key , wendy slides a plate forward .     says nothing , simply because the plate she’s slipped forward has a plethora of homemade fancy decorated cupcakes that let craig know she’s saying happy birthday .

[tuppervvare]

@apathcia

        Token’s eyes fluttered open, a dimly lit room he didn’t recognize coming into view, he attempted to sit up but a sharp pain forced him to lay back down. Eyes falling down across his body, bandages around his stomach stained red bringing back memories of a creatures blood curling shriek and dagger like nails. Something he seemed powerless to defend against, not like he would even know how to start fighting back.                                                                  Still how did he end up here?

           Looking around the room some he noticed a male sitting across the room from him, the hotel wasn’t large but it was still a safe distance for them both. Thinking about it, they looked slightly familiar, only from the encounter with what ever attacked him.   “ You saved me..? “  Token spoke softly, his arm slipping over his chest to try and cover the glowing marks, though it seemed pointless now. How long had he been out?  “ I appreciate it. I’m not even sure what that thing was. “

[heartscng]

@apathcia stands in the house of the lord   /  satan stan starter call.

he moves with the gait of a god, yet laughs when referred as one. an outcast of heaven, standing now in the house of the lord. he knows, terribly, that he is WEAK here. but good and evil must stay in balance until the war for earth. ( he wants michael’s throat between his teeth. )  arms cross, and he appears before the pulpit with an intrigued hum. there is no salvation here ; he can smell it.

         ‘  your prayers aren’t being heard, YOUTH PASTOR. ‘