#evilwork

[iinfest-a]

tell them i remember, tell them i  REMEMBER  you . . .

for @harlotwork & @evilwork!!

[knifework-a]

 the  devil  duo:   baby  &  otis.

[scalpelwork]

tosses some crunch bars down the tunnel

Nougat!!

[stringdeath-blog]

@evilwork ------ OTIS B. DRIFTWOOD / STARTER CALL.

       “---is there even a body left in that? it looks like he exploded.” was it even a he?

[evilrot-blog]

@evilwork    :  //    starter call.

     ❛      alright  ,  well    ...      ❜    voice is shaky for the first time since he could recall.    he’s never seen such gruesome hatred before his eyes.    he’s sure he’s looked that way too when killing  ,  but something was wrong about this kind.     ❛      that  was  no  monster  ,  was  it  ?      ❜    he tries recollecting himself.

[rancidbeasts]

evilwork replied to your post: fave things abt the tags on that gifset ‘i love...

‘i fucking hate this guy’ is the funniest one to me for some reason im? speechless

   » honestly “i fucking hate this guy” should be the reaction to any abhorrent beast

[viraldeath]

my guy cole did you just change your theme b/c reading this on one theme only to refresh it on another literally gave me an out of body expierence

      DFSKFDFS I DID I’M SORRY 

[insomniiiac-blog1]

@evilwork liked for a starter .

          ❛   hey ,    mister .   ❜      dulcet undertone tinted by   malice   ,    siren song    calls for rotten sailors like you  ,     vicious little creatures  ,    like to   watch   them beg for mercy while water   floods  lungs   .     coated in fabricated   sweetness .    raspberry lips   exhale   tendrils of thick ,   cancerous smoke  .    it drifts up to join the   stars   in a haze of   longing .      tapping of   moto boots    grows louder as she saunters closer  ,    ghastly silhouette    emerging from within the   inky blackness    of the vacant parking lot like a   whisper   of the departed .      she’s only ever been    half here    in this wrenched world ,     mind trapped somewhere far less amiable .        roll of tape hangs loosely from bony fingers  ,     frail arm outstretches towards you  .   ❛   sorry ,   but i think you dropped your um ...   duct tape ?   ❜    hollowness of coal eyes is that of bottomless pits  ,    of brimstone   &   fire   -    tangible   ;    framed   by faded hues of smudged purple   .      feigned   ignorance  dissolves quickly into bloodied waters as devilry   reels   reddened corners up into meek mimicry of a simper .     ❛   wouldn’t want ya to   run out of it  .      squeaky doors are a   bitch .   ❜