#lifetaking

[hisperfectvillain]

" it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love. " from lifetaking, @dames, sorry damien :/

“mabel” sentence starters.@lifetaking.

damien tugs firmly at his hair. his head is pounding, panic clawing at his throat. he feels as if his heart beat much faster, it was going to blow out of his chest. the kind of response this CREATURE coaxes out of him is too much, too much to bear. but he can’t escape it. the crushing presence. how his flesh turns to ice. 

❝ get– get OUT of my HEAD, ❞ and his voice is a trembling wheeze, like there’s a fist about his vocal chords. ❝ you don’t know the next THING about love! ❞ tears sting at his eyes. whether they’re brought about by the tornado of his emotions or by how harshly he’s pulling his hair, even he isn’t sure. ❝ i didn’t mean to hurt them! i didn’t– i didn’t mean to hurt HER. i would never hurt her. I WOULD NEVER HURT HER! ❞

[powcrhour]

           ◹     👁️    ( @lifetaking​ )

       Perhaps  he  should  be  concerned  or  afraid,  or  even  show  any  hint  of  possible  resignation  at  the  response  he  is  given.  But  no.  Too-wide  grin  ever  twitching  at  the  corners  that  stretch  uncomfortably  in  consideration  of  the  other  proportions  of  his  face.  It  seemed  misplaced.  Non-blinking  eyes  watch  the  other  with  new  found  intensity  though,  suddenly  finding  an  intense  intrigue  in  him.

      The  sound  of  his  neck  is  responded  to  by  his  own  form,  a  glitch,  showing  his  own  neck  snapped,  gored,  barely  hanging  on,  before  it  pops  back  into  place,  looking  the  same  as  it  did  seconds  before  the  glitch.              ❝ N̶̙͔͇̙̯͔̪-̵̲ N̞̞̮̤̳̣ó̗̮̬͕̦!͇̟̮͝ ❞        He  cheers  loudly,  bearing  teeth.  But,  he  wants  to  push  this  further.  See  what  boundaries  there  were,  if  any.  Such,  his  own  hand  darts  forward,  digging  claw  like  ends  into  whatever  this  skin  was  meant  to  be  before  bringing  the  hand  up  and  shoving  their  finger’s  into  his  mouth.  Chewing,  biting,  licking,  simply  staring  to  see  what  he  could  get  out  of  him.

[blueheartedmayor]

“The truth is that it’s all a façade” -lifetaking uwu

J.ekyll and Hy.de Starters (Accepting and I will love you for sending these ;u; )

@lifetaking

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Damien would have sworn he was alone. The only other people who should be in the office were cleaning staff. Not only that, his office door was closed, and it still was closed when Damien turned around. No one had entered the room, yet someone was there. Or rather, something. It had a human form, but something about it didn’t seem humane. Damien didn’t know what it was, but he felt ill at ease upon laying eyes on the other.

“I don’t understand,” he murmured, to himself rather than to the stranger. “Everything seems real and concrete, apart from you.”