#reddeadnurse

[whereischeryl-blog]

"Harry? What's going on? Where are you? It's so dark..." -reddeadnurse

He’s heard this before (back when they first met), and much like then, it pains him still in a way that he can’t easily shake off. He tries not to answer. Tries not to--- “I’m right here, Lisa..”

Somehow he’s behind her (doesn’t remember moving) and gently placing a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. Harry squeezes while the muscle in his chest seizes up, all the air in his lungs gone  with his throat tight, but still able to muster out a quiet, “We got separated.”

[butigotaletter]

@reddeadnurse ȞÄŚ BËËŅ ŚPÖȚȚËĐ. 

It’s cold. Wet. Dark. I feel like I’m drowning! He’s sobbing. Why, he does not know, but he can’t seem to stop. It’s rattling his entire body, the movement devouring him. I can’t breath. I need to take a breath. Why can’t I breath? I’m choking! My lungs are full! Someone, please help!

[thewhitesaint]

You get a phone call from an unknown number and it goes to voicemail. 1 new message: "Hi, George? It's Lisa Garland, from Alchemilla. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up and talk? I totally understand if you don't want to, but I haven't said hi in a while. Thanks and sorry for the bother!" Message End

He put down the phone slowly, as if waiting to hear more. Half of his mouth twitched, suppressing--what? A smile? A resigned grimace?

[hushitisme]

reddeadnurse replied to your photo “happyleech: Nice bow cuuute bow!! cute face!!Wouldsmooch!!”

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[scratchingatthewalls]

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Battle Intro: You’re a real friggin’ bitch, you know that? Laughing, talking shit–talking like you give two hot shits–but there ain’t nothing there, bitch. You just somebody’s nasty slampig. Just a friggin’ blow-up doll, right? Got jizz on you fake tits, blood under you nails–come and get me, bitch. Yeah. I’mma fuck you hard.Victory: Don’t nobody fuck with Petey Walls, Nurse.Half HP: Jesus fuck, bitch, that hurts–Low HP: Hurts so bad–Defeat: Christ. Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me! snifDeath: Bitch…Assist: Somebody call for a zombie motherfucker?Taunt: You know, bitch recognize bitch. Somebody did a dance on your ass, babe. Somebody hurt you real bad.Reacting to Taunt: Yeah. That’s fuckin’ hilarious, right? Real friggin’ funny.Flee: Get your fat ass away from me! Just–just fuck off! snifReacting to Flee: Aw, bitch, I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.Tie: Aw, hell nah, this ain’t over.Perfect Victory: Told you, bitch. I got the light of God shining outta my candy ass.Low HP Victory: Don’t fucking touch me.Finishing Move: Yeah, ‘s right. You’re dead.Battle Theme

[thewhitesaint]

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Battle Intro: You’ve got a lot to learn, sunshine. A helluva lot to learn.Victory: Had to be done.Half HP: It’s–all right–Low HP: Bleeding–bad–Defeat: Go ahead. Do it, sister. You were–were–always too weak to–Death: kekeke…I see–mother–the Godwheel–Assist: Get up. Get up, sister. Don’t make me–Lisa, look me in–in–eye–Taunt: You don’t–know–don’t have the first damn idea what you’re–Reacting to Taunt: Childish.Flee: Don’t have time for this.Reacting to Flee: So it’s over, ayah? ssss Coward.Tie: Not bad. Respectable.Perfect Victory: May the Master carry your soul to your eternal rest.Low HP Victory: Stay down. Stay down!Finishing Move: I’m sorry. Really.Battle Theme

[evanescent-red-light]

"What's going on with you?"

The tip of her pen continued to scratch the paper, blank ink staining the white sheet in elegant cursive. Not deigning to look up from her work she replied in a cool, even tone, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Gently blowing the page, Laura leaned back into the soft pillows supporting her in a comfortable sitting position on the bed; knees up to balance the drawing board on her lap. She resisted the urge to hiss as the frayed nerves under her scarred skin screamed with intensity.

[thewhitesaint]

"You need to eat more or you're going to get sick. And if you do, I'm not helping you!"

Ever so slightly, George rolled his eyes.“You--you want anything else?”