#red blogging

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anyways you should all follow me i'm @sfa2miki and i'm uhhhhh gay

[curlyshoestring]

*hacker voice* i'm in

[starphenomena]

[Moments like this reminded her of the lightning sparking under the skin, the feeling pouring into her hollowed, shell body after she tore the girl, the human out of her. At least, that what the rumors told her.]

[starphenomena]

[They are damned, she could feel some ancient, long grown-out-of version of herself hiss at her, they were damned and you killed the damned.]

[starphenomena]

[Metropolis always felt to sticky to her, clingy and corroding and inviting indulgence and presenting all opportunity as within the grasp of your fingertips if you worked hard. She watched the billboarded television screens broadcast ideals of the entrepreneur, the self-made investor. Business booms and so can you! She could even taste the residual tackiness in her mouth of that deceptively sweet message; Red knew a reality so eager to consume would stretch your appetite to its engorged limits.]

[starphenomena]

[Fear of the moon, a deep resonating fear of the moon. So much howling in the night. When Red reached the sentence about missing children, she crumbled the paper into her one fist.

“They started early,” 

 Sage furrowed their brows. “Who? 

 “The wolves,”]

[starphenomena]

[The matriarch of the village settled into the flooring at the head of the tapestry, backbent and shriveled with age, carrying a weight saddled with as much worldly knowledge as it was saddled with fat. She smiled, gumless, and the posture of all surrounding villagers straighten, the hands folded into their laps and their eyes attentive to their leader despite the glistening sadness.

Her hands had veins carved into them like rings in wood, telling her age, yes, but the generations she housed within her, the existences that sputtered out into wisps of smoke absorbed by her hands as much as they were absorbed into ether.]