#killsheep

[deepwcb-aa-blog]

A  big  surprise,  he  said.  He  knows  how  much  she  loves  them !  With  her  teddy  bear  held  by  its  hand,  she  follows  Lewis  down  the  stairs  of  their  basement.  Each  step  creaks  under  the  weight  of  her  bare  feet.  She  stops  at  the  end  of  the  small  staircase,  seemingly  taken  aback  by  the  scene  before  her  eyes.  Help,  the  man  tied  to  the  chair  cries.  There’s  blood  on  his  face  ---  someone  must’ve  started  without  her !  Gaze  shift  to  the  tools  Lewis  set  out  with  impeccable  precision  on  the  table.  Taken  a  shy  step  further,  faithful  eyes  return  on  her  loving  husband.  ❝  ---  is  he  for  me ?  ❞           @killsheep      

[ofsalvo-a-blog]

arm soaked with blood,  along with the hand that’s wrapped around it.  as mia’s back hits the brick wall behind her,  body slips to the ground.  and her clothes are partially covered in crimson   (   or at least from what you could see.   )   mia exhales,  dreading to let go of her arm but finally does to rip part of her shirt.  following through by making a makeshift tourniquet,  hopefully, to help stop the bleeding.  “  i know this looks a bit off,  “  she acknowledges him           teeth bite down on the fabric and her head pulling in the other direction to tighten.  “  but you wouldn’t happen to have a phone on ya’  ?  “  

mia expects him to walk off because no one ever really helps a stranger on the street.  even if they are bleeding   . . .   even if they do have someone else’s blood on them.  simply just how society works these days.  “  kinda need to call someone for a little help.  “

@killsheep   /  ♡   !

[wantlongera]

❝   they said i’d FAIL but i disagreed.   ❞

@killsheep​   /   liked for a lyric starter !

[dearbcby]

STARTER CALL. / @killsheep​

     “RUMOR HAS IT...” okay so, technically the rumor had been started by lulu herself, but that didn’t make it any less of a rumor. “the guy who used to own this diner, old joe, haunts the place.” 

[bladedlegacya]

midnight   black       descends      down        pretty       bones    ,            swaying       behind        bow - legs       like       sheets      in     the     wind   ,           a       rhythm        that        demands     undivided       attention        to        razor - nails        that       taps      adamantly     against       holy      scripture                     ❝          i   don’t   get          this     bit   .           can      you      explain   ?          ❞      @killsheep​

[bestvictima]

       WHAT STANDS 5′8, accompanied by a feeling of strangeness, and is carrying a large bag of products from bath and body works (specifically from the new fall scents)?  if you guessed tegan lark, then you’re absolutely right!  they knock on lewis’ front door, once, twice.  now, these aren’t light taps-- they’re heavier than what’s expected, but tegan’s very forceful in letting people know when they’ve arrived.

       “hey, it’s me.”  they call through the door, shifting their weight from foot to foot.  “i brought you a few things you might like but you definitely need.”  and now, they wait.

→ @killsheep.

[mechabrat-archive]

❛     alright     .   .   .     you’re  being  weird     .     ❜     @killsheep

[vileurge-blog]

@killsheep asked for it.

“ YOU’RE SWEATING. Are you nervous or something? ”