#proxybxtch

[flnwci-blog]

// idk how i haven't already followed you,,, your blog is amazing om g

ooc. gosh !! thank you so much. i think this is a really late reply, considering i haven’t logged on for a while but this is lovely!! your blog is super cool, too, i hope we have a chance to rp once you finish re-doing your blog!

[twitchingproxy-blog]

"You know him too, don't you?" The girl had spotted the strange boy in a park, sitting by himself. "You're not in control." [ tfw you cant think of any good way for them to meet again #rip ]

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      The young man had not payed attention to much around him. Dead, glazed eyes stared only blankly into the distance, as if he had been put in a trance. The Notes of the nearby acoustic guitar made their way from the strings to his ears, he felt relaxed. Voices, quiet. All was fine.        The sound of the others voice stirred him awake from this trance, and he almost fell off the bench. He stared at her, the viable side of his face twitched into a frown while the other half remained a mystery, hidden behind the large bandage.

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          “…I dont know what your talking about.”

[tapedmurders]

“Ya didn’t happen to see a tall ass fucker walk by here, did ya?”

              @proxybxtch​

[txth0xrk-blog]

Threat - proxybxtch

@proxybxtch

     He knew when someone was a threat. The look in their eyes. The way they held themselves. It all showed what their intentions are. There was also something else. A sixth sense. Something more that his time under the influence of the operator had given him. He could not explain it to you if you asked but he knew it when he felt it. And boy was he feeling it right now.

     This girl, and girl she was, couldn’t be more than eighteen but he felt it. He knew she knew, and that knowledge brought forth an long time passed, but never truly forgotten, rage. He raised his gun at her and growled.

     “You’ve seen him.”

[autvia-moved]

🎵 :333

Send me 🎵 and I will put my music on shuffle.I will write a starter based on my favourite lyrics from the song it lands on.

– Everybody’s out to get me.  Any moment could be my last.

I’m Made of Wax, Larry, What are you Made of? - A Day to Remember

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          A blue gaze flickered from tree to tree.

                     A scarred hand pulled up to readjust the scarf that                     masked his smile.

          An uncertain breath left him, the warmth seeping into the          cloth.

                     He didn’t want to admit it.

          He wouldn’t admit it. He barely wanted to show it-- not that          he had a choice in the matter.

                     He was scared, it was obvious, and he dreaded                      every second of the weakness he was showing...

[gxnial-blog]

Greeter;  @proxybxtch

☠          Jean took a long, last drag of his cigarette before smothering it into the last ash tray he’d see in a while. He didn’t dare go inside the gas station to buy more, just because he looked human didn’t mean he wanted to. Giving a short glance up at the street signs, he headed off in a seemingly random direction, choosing to phase through people instead of moving.

☠          Turning last second to the small park that would eventually turn into deep woods, the specter took the liberty of jump-scaring a few children. He waited until sundown to head into the woods, following a group of teenagers in to eventually spook them.

[slimysurgeon-blog]

@proxybxtch CONTINUED FROM HERE 

“Uh,

Yeah. I can relate to that.”

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the man chucked to the young woman, seemingly amused by her reaction

                    “oh you do? how wonderful. After all...”

He extended his arm, as claws started to form from seemingly formless liquid.

                      “... My nails are to die for.” he let out a deep voiced chuckle