#saidhisname

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    “You look like a nice girl.” His red-painted lips pulling back to flash a smile her way, eyes bright blue as to appear so friendly. Yet, there was every bit of wrong with the way this ‘clown’ appeared. Out in the middle of nowhere, essentially, showing up dressed like this in full clown gear. One would really wonder if there was some party that was missed, or this was possibly some insane person. And it was glad for both explanations, as they were a great cover for what it truly was.      “I bet you have a lot of friends...” | @saidhisname |

[deliciousfear-moved]

@saidhisname ;; closed. 

             IT’s bored, IT’s already ate, blood tinting his lips as he sat lazily, big blues flickering around before they settle on someone. She wore clothes blacker then the sewers he normally lurked in, blue hues flicker yellow before returning to the former. “FUNEREAL?” He squeaks out, his voice breaking right in the middle of the single word.

[ivxrytxsteel-a-blog]

@saidhisname  ✗ from here  ✗

“That’s a lot of commitment– would being friends suffice?”

{✗} “Sure, if you’re okay with BREAKING my shriveled, dried up apricot slice of a heart. Can you live with that, new moody MOM?”  

[trashvoiced-blog]

@saidhisname | starter call!

          ❛  Did you know your hair’s kinda GREASY?? I mean, not to be a dick or anything, but it’s kinda -- spikey. What’s up with that? ❜ There goes Trashmouth Tozier, never knowing how to shut his fat mouth.

[mysweettoxicity]

An Edgelord Walks Into A Mansion

|| @saidhisname ||

Well.. More to the point, an edgelord stumbles into a mansion.

Normal night. Family is sleeping, ghosts probably off being cuddly with each other, weird demon creature still somewhere in purgatory. Everything is nice and quiet. Until it’s not.

There’s a sort of thump against the main door of the house. A thump that turns into quick, panicked knocks. There’s muttering outside the door. Something along the lines of “Holy shit holy shit holy shit let me in please holy shit” It’s actually fairly loud.

“Is anybody home??!” The voice calls. Just a normal Friday evening.

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saidhisname replied to your post:// honestly i could write a novel about my god...

// THESE FEELS I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY gaahhhhhhhhh

// i am full of all the feels and for once it’s not because of fictional couples. w H Y me.

[thebigbadisback-blog]

Misery Loves Company

@saidhisname, continued from here.

Spike nodded in reply as he reached for his cigarettes. He frowned as he realized that Lydia still had his pack from the other night. He shrugged, knowing he didn’t need them--not really.

He knew the look rather well: the one who wants to be noticed and be loved but is rejected by the world. The one who wants to stand out from all the rest and make a statement. The one who just would love for it all to end.

Been there, done that. He was no Angel though. No brooding for him. Not really.

“Misery doesn’t need to be your only friend.” He said reluctantly, the offer making his soulless husk cringe inside.

“The cemetery’s full of foolish whelps that couldn’t tell a pig from a virgin. Perhaps we can have a mutual loathing of one another. You’ve come here for several nights now, so what say you?”

[thebigbadisback-blog]

What’s up with your hair?

“First of all, it’s not a bloody Billy Idol knock-off--it’s the other way around. Second of all, what’s up with yours, Morticia Addams?” He retorted, mocking her tone.