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crow daddy sharpens the knife rose the hat uses the knife
"The best time of the year, for fear!”
@crcwdaddy // closed.
@crcwdaddy said: ❛ i think everyone needs a hobby, and if you don’t have one, that’s when you’re probably gonna start killing people. ❜
hobbies ? the thought initially stuck out sore, and within a moment he came up dry. sure there was always working and more working. but outside of that he felt like a livewire -- and his anger . . . his fists clenched reflexively with the thought. he’s been in a fair few fights, always instigated when someone opens their dumb fucking mouth. hot head, but he’s young still. time to turn that back. don’t become like dear old dad !
( TAKE YOUR MEDICINE ! ) he himself, dan, had said that too, looking at the bruising on his left fist still healing. it’d slipped out and at the time, he’d been too drunk to feel the sting. he felt it now along with ( small skeletons buried shallow ) a certain sense of unease. the shining always unreliable and always too fucking much a couple days off a hangover. still, old habits -- temper flares momentarily his mind a torch. “ one might say you don’t want to tell someone you think capable of murder that they can. so how about you mind your business, pal. ”
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 @crcwdaddy said : [ quiet jealousy @ Rose ] because I need more of these on my dash. I’m eating them up like popcorn. 🤷🏻♀️
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙻𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽, hardly noticeable by her but a distraction to those around her most of the time. Flirting is barely a blip on her radar, something she does out of habit to get what she wants when she wants it. Usually, it’s when she’s enticing someone to join their family, ever growing, despite food source dwindling. Sometimes, she flirts with her food before stealing a new power from a Rube who’s outgrown the range of which they feast.
She feels his fingers wrap around her arm, an indicator that he’s still beside her and Rose turns, a brow rising in response. There’s an expression on his face she has no trouble placing and it only spreads a delicious grin across her face. Tongue washes over lips as arms reach out to wrap about his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she playfully twists a lock between them. She let’s her weight fall against him knowing all too well he’d never let her fall.
❝ Oh, what’s the matter? 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞? ❞ It’s always been a game to her, toying with Rubes. They never amount to much and she’s stopped holding any expectations in regards to them. But Crow Daddy... He meets and exceeds any goals she puts in front of him.
❝ You know how I get carried away sometimes... ❞ She coos softly, lips pressing against the skin of his chin, nipping lightly at his flesh. Laughter bubbles in her throat as she teases him.
❝ I only have eyes for you. ❞
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She’s been tracking for quite a while now; a rise in missing kids seeming to travel southward in the united states. Kids go missing all the time, certainly - but it was an odd reoccurrence with these kind that brought suspicion.
Reason why she’s currently found slowly traversing through the woods, hands at her sides as one is kept close to an unzipped bag. not too many campers out here trying to get a vacation from the winter weather arriving, so it’s a little bit surprising to see a bit of smoke arising just less than a hundred yards ahead, some minor clearings in the brush revealing a possible camper, maybe even a camp site.
Form stiffens when she hears wood snapping beneath weight, mayhaps on accident or to catch her attention with purpose. Either way, she stays rather alert, dark brows furrowing as it seems a humanoid form makes their way towards her.
“Oh, hi there! Sorry, got a bit lost out here. . . is that your camp up ahead?”
so... if someone wanted to buy fenrir dinner first, would that be.... a human being on the black market, a blue steak, or a slice of pizza...?
i’m so happy you asked. while fenrir’s meal of choice is of course your firstborn child, he really is inclined to eat anything. he’s not picky. pizza might not be familiar to him, but i’m sure he’d love a meat feast! he’s down to try anything — just be careful he doesn’t bite your hand off when you’re feeding him. and ofc steak is a solid choice, the bloodier the better.
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@crcwdaddy : well, shit.
red & raw . [ 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 ! ] heart’s blood steams in the chill of the air . 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 , 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 . now it is time to feast : now is the hour of the wolf .
death fills his mouth as the moon smiles down ; a cheshire cat grin , silver & sweet . soft skin , hot blood . he bites & tears & savours the taste . the hunt is over ; it is time for him to claim his spoils .
[ grunt , growl , swallow , groan : the sounds of a hunger satisfied . ]
someone there . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 , 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 : he looks up , jaws & chin painted red . ❛ what do you want ? ❜ 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 , a challenge spat through pointed teeth . ❛ piss off . ❜
meme / accepting