#att.

[useless-greek]

άγαπάω, I welcome with love, Att.

[somegirlfromouterspace]

Att. Nails in celebration of dnd deluxe hehe

[stormcloudgelica]

Tu baby Miko💜

[zadzunny]

[unknownoro]

Maybe hoy salga buscarte en la Mercedes…Y me digas to' lo mucho que you miss me…Que prefiere' estar conmigo, que ir pa' FIFTY, que estar tipsy.. Maybe, low-key.. no eras tú, soy yo que la ponía difícil..Otro whisky en la beachy

[atnoctum-archived]

howdy. my name is brandy. i am 34 years of age ( pronouns are she / her . although, if you wanna call me bro or dude or whatever, that’s cool, too! ) i may not always be around, as I have a busy schedule, being a new mother, and at times have no desire to do anything but sleep when i get a chance. please peruse my google docs below for all the necessary info. RULES / MUSES LIST , OPENS, SHIPPING CALL.

OTHER BLOGS YOU MAY FIND ME ON:

@trustsbuilt​, @creacioun​, @machetekills​, @campluck​

[director-killer]

Targeted || Luna Hansen

The Director had been following the couple at a distance since they had left their date spot. The shadow watched as Luna and Kai walked hand in hand, bumping bodies and smiling at each other the walk home. It was quite disgusting to watch and the stalker had to keep themselves from dry heaving a few times as they stopped to peck lips. This attack couldn’t come sooner. With Connor already getting her punishment, The Director decided to keep true to their promise and target Luna next. As soon as the couple were out of the yellow hue of the street light, and in the dark of the street once more, The Director took the window of opportunity to catch them off guard. Not having prepared to take out two victims by themselves, The Director gripped their hands around a garbage can on the curb, smashing it against Kai’s skull and then again at Luna’s while they were stunned with shock.

Once the love birds were moved to a new location, The Director sat in the corner waiting for Luna to wake. They had put the two in separate rooms since it’d be more fun to hear them desperately try and call to each other through the walls. The Director’s fingertips dug into the arms of their chair as they watched how Luna’s chest rose and fell. It would have felt like watching a child sleep: minus the blonde’s limbs being strapped down. At the sound of awakening groans and snorts from the table, the mask stood up. “Good morning, sleepy head.” they cooed, wiping a sleep from the corner of Luna’s eye, “I got a little tired of waiting for karma to catch it to you for your stupid fucking video you were a part of. I thought I’d take matters into my own hands. . . by taking yours.” A gleeful giggle escaped the voice as the revving of a circular saw cut through their laughter. The blade glistened against the overhead light as the attacker examined their toy, “You shouldn’t have made that video, Luna. Now I’m going to break your flesh, your bones, your spirit, and your ugly little boyfriend.”