seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from Iraq
seen from Ukraine
seen from Malaysia
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Germany
seen from Colombia
seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Indonesia
seen from France
seen from Tunisia
seen from United States
“Fa la la la la go fuck yourself!” ~ sageandskulls
prompt: anti-christmas.status: tegan hates christmas so this is perfect.
“--same.” there’s a wince, nose crinkling a tiny bit. “harsh, but -- same. fuck christmas. fuck everything it stands for. more importantly, fuck the happiness of the season.”
&& | @sageandskulls
“Can I HELP YOU with something?”
[[ @sageandskulls is present]]
“I really should get a lock for that door”
“Who are you? What do you want with the king of Hell? The usual questions”
My Life | Henrietta.
sageandskulls
Grave robbing wasn’t exactly what he wanted to be doing, especially not at this hour, but he was hungry. Starving, actually. Starting to drool a little. He never actually wanted this life, but it was his, and apparently, breaking the law was the only way he was ever going to eat. Grumbling mostly to himself, he dug down into a fresh grave until he could pry open the top half of the casket. Of course he would replace everything when he was done.
Opening the lid, he registered footsteps somewhere nearby and cursed to himself. He’d have to work fast. But first, he needed food. It was quick and dirty, but he took the hammer from his back pocket and cracked open the skull of the dearly departed within. Reaching into the cavity, he removed a chunk of brain matter with his fingers and took a bite, closing his eyes.
He still couldn’t get over the taste.
