#frightenedflesh

[s-stutters-blog]

                HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER SEE IT AGAIN. but then again he knew he wasn’t sure about that. maybe it was just his mind toying with him, making him think it was back. not to hurt him, just to taunt him. he wasn’t sure. ❝ s-s-so you’re b-b-buh-back. ❞ // @frightenedflesh

[progeniium]

      he’s not sure what unsettles him more --- - the clown or the fact that he was now going on ten minutes late getting home. the former seems more likely, and the boy tightens his grasp on his backpack. hazel eyes dart beyond the mysterious figure, his path laid out clear as the sun in the sky, and he clears his throat.

      ‘ uh.. ’ he starts. ‘ i don’t... don’t wanna be rude but could i get by? i gotta get home before my stepdad does, and i’d really appreciate it. ’

      starter for @frightenedflesh!!

[corawhine]

                             BREAKING NEWS: MELANIE JONES IS a terrible mother. ( more at eleven. ) despite promising coraline she’d be at the baseball field at seven sharp to collect coraline before curfew, it’s getting on for eight. and coraline is getting nervous. she sees no sense in hanging around — her mom forgot, as she ALWAYS does, and that’s that. deflated and frustrated, coraline hitches her gym bag onto her shoulder, and heads for home. 

one block, maybe two — coraline only gets so far before she veers off the sidewalk, and out of the way of the houses that are spotted only sparsely this far out of town. if only for the darkening sky — or for the sprawling feeling of placelessness that subsists in the negative space out here — coraline is struck by unease, low and dark between her lungs. her eyes continually sweep over the dusty road; every note of ‘i ran’ she whistles FADES into the breeze. it makes precisely no sense, but... coraline feels as if she’s being WATCHED. 

@frightenedflesh  ♥’d

[eggxbcy-blog]

@frightenedflesh replied to your post: 📚

i wanna cosplay pennywse too omg

T H E FUCKING SLEEVES Are gonna kill me DO IT

[progeniium]

frightenedflesh replied to your post: i can’t believe i’m back on my bullshit and wanna...

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y i k e s  this can’t end well for me eVER

[vexmi-blog]

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          —— what a  pretty penny 𝓥 has to pay ! with a tongue always loaded & with lips that bore no controlling-dominance, not a single daring flick of her ❛  rambunctious tongue ❜  would go without bearing a cost. launching words that were all but that of appeal to the grand audience of: one—( clown ) !  perhaps exuding such confidence within the presence of something beyond comprehension was out of league to begin with ? (she notes this humbly, to remember for her next run-in with another inter-dimensional being. )         ah yes ! back to it !    ;   rips, tears & spills oh-my filled the dampened atmosphere, bouncing off of stained brick tunnels to beckon a horrendous echo in turn. what probably sounded like a symphony to the audience, was a shock to the senses for the latter. — peeling back peachy skin with blood stained cloth, blood stained claws, seemed all too familiar for the inter-dimensional being above her. eventful ! even with the oozing ❛  blood ❜  &searing pain, her kittenish struggle was abandoned quickly.         animalistic, cannibalistic actions elicited easy shrieks from the significantly smaller figure, flaunting not-so-proudly the pain. fear wasn’t all too prevalent; it leaned on the spectrum of vague. ❝   h-hope you don’t plan on eating what you’re taking; ❞ she croaked through blurred vision, accompanied by a light grip of her hand,❝   I’ve h-heard it’s got b-bad side effects.❞  Perhaps yellow glowing spheres didn’t stumble across the oddities at her joints ? Heat of the moment ?