#avoidnll

[darkestaken]

❝ I’m not a stalker . ❞

❝ okay. ❞ a beat. ❝ well, i've been SQUARING THE BLOCK an' you're clearly followin' me, so. ❞

❝ i think you might wanna start churnin' BELIEVABLE EXCUSES pretty soon. ❞

[vonerde-archive]

‘oh no, I am not like that. I have scarcely any powers at all and cannot hurt you. be comfortable, as you were.’

𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 | 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @avoidnll

"oh, are you sure 'bout that ?" features move in line with her query, focusing upon the stranger with quizzical expression. hands laid upon the indents of her hips whilst she steps on one of the front steps of her porch, eyeing the person rather intensely. "i usually expect some sort of evil overlord to intrude my garden at this hour . . . but no powers, huh?" a jest was spoken with carefree attitude, leaving the tension to seep away almost instantaneously; the divinity just had that knack of taking but a few things seriously. a strange face in the middle of the night, seemingly lost whilst stumbling through her garden was none of them. after all, she had the capabilities to protect herself, perhaps not against every aggressor but it was good enough that it let her rest rather comfortably.

"i am comfortable." she shifts the weight of her body from one foot to the other, leaning against the wooden railing of her entrance. "but the same can hardly be said for you, can it?" a brow was raised in question, chin held higher whilst a satisfied grin manifests upon peach colored lips. "don't you know that these lands are haunted?" although she tried her best to remain serious, a chuckle manages to slip through & her mouth curves into a more genuine smile. "i'm just kiddin' but seriously, though, what are you doing out here so late? there's nothing but my cottage for miles." a pause. "are you lost?"

[muutosarchive]

@avoidnll / asked for a lyric starter

"ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ·ᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ -- but now i got a bellyache."

[roadunkilled]

ㅤㅤstarter for @avoidnll .

this isn't the first time rabies has ended up in some fake cop's office . it was the closest place he could find to crash ; he was shambling down the street , as a corpse does , and got tired. tired ? do corpses even get tired ? he had passed out in the back , slumped behind the dumpster , before the occupying private investigator found him and dragged him inside . that's all he can remember ; everything else in his milkshake - textured brain is a lost cause .

he sits across from the private investigator and tilts his head. ❝ hey ━━ wanna see somethin' fucked up ? ❞ grips left thumb with right fingers , sickeningly snaps it broken . giggles . snaps it back into place and wipes blood from his perpetual head wound . ❝ pretty fuckin' metal , idnit ? ❞