#ftzie

[jennifercheck]

@ftzie, ❛ it was self defense. ༺♱༻ ──

it's a little hard to make out her face. what, with the only lighting present being the low gleam of a full moon – the frustration eats her alive. a vague phone call in the middle of the night, succubus torn from her own hunting ritual, it's a miracle she's even here. IT COULD BE THE DESPERATION OF SOMETHING MORE, the desire for a conversation or the two – or it could very well be the stench of decay in the air. she recognises it all too well, & it feels a little strange to be in the backseat of a – good dinner meal. WHEN HAS IT EVER BEEN THAT? the smell present in her senses, yet no blood or flesh or rot stuck in her teeth: consider her curiosity at its peak. thin brow raises itself in somewhat pleasure, a look of pride tugging at each corner of her glossed-up lips.

❛❛ 𝕸𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. ❜❜ says it in a saccharine tone, welcoming & sweet. she may have said it, but it doesn't stop her from initiating it, pushing past the redhead to revel in her very own delight: there he lies, her anticipated dinner meal, but the fun lies in his innards spread out for jennifer to admire... WELL, AT LEAST WHAT'S LEFT OF HIS INNARDS. ❛❛ self-defense? what, did he try to like, 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 you? ❜❜ she roars a laugh, glancing back at ginger ─ & as soon as she does, the moonlight hits her face perfectly, and jennifer witnesses – the big bad: IT'S UGLIER THAN SHE'S EVER SEEN. stray white hairs threatened with frizz, a thick snout resembling the beam of a wolf, and eyes the colour of gold: it causes her to freeze & her amusement is only momentary. she mumbles a small " what the fuck. " before creeping a little closer, realising she's looking into a mirror ─ AND SHE CAN'T HELP BUT SMILE. ❛❛ fuck me, ginger. you just got a whole lot more interesting. ❜❜

[g0dwept]

ftzie — feat. the ghoul

" makin' more noise than a damn herd of cattle , stompin' around like that . " southern drawl drips like molasses from barbed tongue ! narrowed gaze directed from beneath the brim of well - worn stetson , casting ruined visage in shadow despite the blazing light of midday sun bearing down upon form coiled tight . a snake prepared to strike if threatened .

[slayedher]

GINGER ( @ftzie ) said "i know what you are."

"Yeah, and I know what YOU are." Spike said with an unimpressed sneer as looked from her down to lighting his cigarette. "It's not bloody rocket science."

[jgoldberg]

you don’t have the killer instinct.

I look down at her – she’s small, but those eyes are a little too off for my liking. Kids who are fucked in the head tend to have that missing luster. And teenagers are like cats: when they attack, they’re suddenly the strongest and sharpest weapon in the room -- good luck calming that storm. I don’t want to taunt the cat, so I nod, casual as can be – normal. She’s right after all: I don’t have a killer instinct because I’m not a killer.

“Is... that a bad thing?”

[devilscheck]

@ftzie sent ❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

ASKBOX MEMES ! | always accepting

The sentiment was one she understood FAR too well. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in Devil's Kettle, the town was abandoned in her mind's eye for years now. People PROBABLY still lived there, people she cared about too, yet she couldn't RISK knowing that much. It felt better to expect the worst, to believe it had gone up in flames just like the rest of her life had.

Even with the bit of UNDERSTANDING, a part of her ached any time someone felt that way. She would have never wished upon anyone the idea of feeling like you couldn't go home, that the world away was THAT much better.

"Why do you say that?" her brow furrowed, Jennifer's eyes searched those in front of her. "You do something... Like FUCKED UP or you trying to get out? People all have pretty WILD stories-"

[prosperae-archive]

“ dude, you look crazy. ”

@ftzie ♡'d for a starter.

[nowin3d]

the air turns liminal at the cusp of the witching hour. a little pocket of the uncanny, allowing one to slip between the cracks of reality and dreams, when the world sleeps. and sleep it does, just ask the corpse behind the welcome desk! there is a decrepit, empty motel off the side of the road, and the shadow of a man in a coat stands at the door. the man is whistling an old tune, cane looped around his arm as he watches the girl dragging the remnants of a living thing across the flooring.

there's nothing wrong with a midnight snack, bill can't fault @ftzie for being hungry. it's only natural! 〈 i take it the place's closed? 〉 his chuckle is made louder with the taps of his cane against wood as he stalks closer. gloved hand rings the service bell once, twice. she asks him if he saw everything, and he grins, and tilts his head, 〈 i see LOTS OF THINGS, red! 〉 he says this, and she must pick up on the fact that he's a tourist among humans, something just off beneath the flesh — talk about wolfy senses, wow! — because her next question is right up his alley! or maybe she was being snappy, but it does not bother bill one bit. it's funny all the same.

GINGER FITZGERALD PONDERS, CAN YOU SEE THROUGH A WALL? CAN YOU SEE THROUGH HUMAN SKIN?

he can see enough to know the missing arm off the man is in the other room, but that's besides the point. nudging the carcass with his cane, bill makes a show of looking it over, though evidently not bothered at all with the mess. he pokes it again, and something spills out. 〈 WELL, YIKES! that's not a very difficult one to see through, girly. and that... must be the guts! is it just me or are sfx getting BETTER? 〉 it is not an answer to her question, not really, but answer enough.

[godclaws]

starter for @ftzie .

' are you done being a little edgelord ? i'm trying to help you . '