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[emotionsvampire-blog]

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Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.

81.

--  “People will notice! They’ll look for me!” 

Their voice is mocking, imitating the voice of another survivor, one that David held close to his heart; Dwight Fairfield. A cruel smile twists the lips of the Entity before they bark out a laugh.

“I’ve heard you all beg, plead and cry for your lives to be spared...or to be taken. Every sorrowful cry is music to my ears...you can try not to play along, King...but I’ll make sure they suffer for you.”

[emotionsvampire-blog]

[ um excuse me ur the gross one :/ ]

fite me

[dreadsleep]

“you okay?”

✞ ❛ MEME SOMEWHERE ON MY BLOG / NOT ACCEPTING ! / @rightdustup ❜ ✟

✞ bitter cold cutting through skin like fresh knives off the cutting board, slight slaine sentiment seemingly fallin upon deaf ears, he isn’t actively ignoring  the other, surrounding sounds drown out any oher, white noise filling head as he looks out into the city, out into the word separated from himself by a trama filled past, not until the other speaks up again that trance is broken and tired eyes focus on the other  

❛ - oh  ❜ before standing up, ❛ I’m ---- fine. ❜ a lie through gritted teeth, hard to pass through as believable though sounding as so, really, he isn’t as fine as he puts out, thinking about the past, about the future, something feels off and he doesn’t know what, though quiet suffering seemingly stagnate  -  ❛ are you? ❜  ✟

[dreadsleep]

STOP IGNORING ME FOOLE

IM NOT IM JUST TIRED

[dreadsleep]

stop eating toes

stop toeshaming me !!

[folkinghell-blog1]

"You'll be okay."

the outsiders / accepting !

In any other time and place, his assurance would be taken for granted. Once, before this, it was common enough to be ‘okay’ that okay was normal. The meaning of the word itself a constant; dancing on the unstable threshold of the world as she knew it — because she was okay, despite the apocalyptic forecast on the news every morning. Now, she thinks about all those people scattered on the earth, who get to wake up in bed sheets they haven’t bothered to change yet, groaning as they ignore their alarm for another five minutes, choosing whether they’d eat cereal or yogurt or nothing for breakfast. What she’d give for the immeasurable freedom of being okay.          David has always struck her as terse in offering comfort, but it only makes him sound all the more like he believes what he’s saying. Something formidable and unshaken; a brick house of a man. Kate looks at his face and believes in what he says, too, and that distant, glazed over gaze of hers disappears, as if a renewed blue disperses in her eyes.          “’S that a promise?” she smiles playfully, as if it’s easy to vow hope into permanence, never lost again.

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listen i love ur portrayal so much it just fills up my little gay heart and i am so glad u hit me up 2 talk b/c now im stuck to ur blog like superglue!!! i love reading all ur HCs about dwight and every time you send me things i get very excited b/c all the stuff u do is so interesting & just *clenches fist& SO GOOD!!! i know i've said this a million times already but i have to repeat it because U GOTTA KNOW

@rightdustup

i  wanted  to  do  a  reply  before  i  posted  more  of  these  but  i  don’t  give  a  shit  ,  anyway

AHHHHHHHHHH  YOU  ARE  SO  KIND  GRAVES  I’M  SO  GLAD  I  HIT  YOU  UP  TOO!!!  honestly  never  stop  saying  you  love  me    &    my  dwight  okay  it  only  fuels  me  lmao  never  stop  uwu

[atrophite]

‘ you listen to your gut . even if it makes them hate you . ’ : )

the  haunting  of  hill  house  .  / semi - accepting  .

HIS  STOMACH  TWISTS  ,  HIS  MOUTH  DRIES  and  his  brows  furrow  .  “  They’ll  hate  me  regardless  .  Because  they  can’t  handle  truth  .  ”  THEY  CANNOT  HANDLE  BITTER  TRUTH  .  THEREFORE  HE  DESCRIBES  IT  AS  A  LIE  .  Dresses  it  in  black  and  red   — -  buries  it  in  gunpowder  and  coppery  crimson  .  He  has  seen  the  worst  of  it  all   –  has  endured  the  grime  ,  has  donned  the  evil  and  danced  with  the  devil  in  a  sauntering  waltz  .  HERE  ,  AMONG  THE  WOLVES  ,  is  where  reality  thrived  .  “  We’re  on  our  own  .  ”  These  are  the  hands  that  weigh  the  scales  .  This  is  the  soul  that  cries  the  loudest  .  Me  ,  and  my  bitter  fate  .  A  PILLAR   FOR  DAMNATION  .