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[1stvictim-blog]

@bvnnykid sent the word ‘monster’ for this meme

It’s been a long day and she had been on the way home when she was stopped by the child- the jump in her throat and the race of her heart quickly throwing her into a headache. Judy looks at the boy and pinches the bridge of her nose- she pulls her fingers in a slow drag from between her eyes down to the button of her nose, before releasing the pressure. She folds her arms over her chest- like blocking some invisible emotion from escaping or intruding. 

(She assumes because he’s a child that he’s not observant enough to spot the few scars that are exposed when she does this- but she also knows that she can’t assume too much. She twists her arms so that the defense wounds are hidden against her sweater top.)

“Hi, buddy- how can I help you?” She fights the headache tugging on the back of her eyes with a slow sigh that curls her lips into a smile. “Anything I can do? You lost? You don’t look like you’re from Haddonfield, you new?”

[empyrealarc]

        “Hello there, my little dirt-goblin! Don’t you look famished?” What an angel. What a divine blessing guised as a beautiful mortal with shocking green hair. Crouched low on the road to... while her mind drifted toward ‘home’, her dramatic heart screamed the word ‘salvation’. The answer was still to be determined~

  Ah. Crouched low on the road, she reached into her grocery bag and offered her little dirt goblin one of the honey buns she’d purchased. Children. Her one weakness!

        “Hungry? it’s rather high in sugar, and for that I do apologize.” She didn’t like healthy snacks. When her gut was a singularity, she could eat whatever she liked without fear of... Well, anything. “Are you waiting for someone out here? It’s rather late for that, don’t you think?”

@bvnnykid also supports baby aspirin!

[bornfollow-blog]

@bvnnykid

Someone should have told Joseph he isn’t good with kids. You can’t exactly talk to kids about classic rock music can you? And the scientific talk gets old after a while. Still, his fingers pluck at strings and he starts humming out the words to Help Me Faith. “--Does any of this interest you?”

[cultkiid]

@bvnnykid ; starter call.

    When the broken glass on the barn floor crunches, Roxanne immediately whips around. She meets the boy’s face with a startled countenance. “You scared me!” A mouse squeaks, runs over the tip of her boot, and burrows itself in a nearby haystack. Her frightened expression fades away and is replaced by a dulled hostility. “You enjoy sneaking up on people?”