#selfishcliche

[infantiicide]

@selfishcliche   cnt from here.

The lanky male lingers in the shadows against the window frame, glazed seafoam hues staring at the all too familiar blonde as he pushes back brunette locks. He didn’t think he’d make it--but the Derry cops weren’t as fast as they thought.

"Hell." He murmurs, offering a soft chuckle in response as he completely avoids the question. "Remember when you said..you'd do anything for me?" His head tilts as he takes a step forward, allowing his body to come into light. Patrick wears bloodied clothing from the psych ward, "I need a favor." Lips curl as the sounds of police sirens echo in the distance.

[falselyaccusedtm]

@selfishcliche | sc

“Can I help ya with somethin’?” Kit looked towards the girl outside of the gas station, he had been getting ready to close when he spotted the female. With all the bloody face murders happening in the city, it wasn’t safe for anyone to be out during this time of night. “I’m gettin’ ready to close for the night.” 

[takofromtv-blog]

              “ --- okay, listen...  ONE SPELL CASTER TO ANOTHER,     ....   is there something weird going on here?  i’m... uh... getting a really bad vibe from.. well,  all of this.. really..”   ||  @selfishcliche

[softestware-blog]

@selfishcliche

Connor had passed the establishment many times and had never gone inside. What with it being an eating establishment and him being an android, of course he’d never have a need. Still, it promised over one hundred flavor combinations, and Connor had a purely deviant thought in wondering if he could correctly identify them all –but he was not here to try smoothies.

He walked into the establishment, LED cycling as he heard a bell chime over head. He then began scanning every face for his liege, as Markus has called her. It was almost all students or graduate students of the nearby university.

He found that he couldn’t rely on finding the hue of her hair, as vibrant colored locks was something many of the patrons had. Connor scanned the crowd and a smile tugged at his lips as he noticed blue. Not his first foray into interacting with that color. He scanned her face.

CHERYL MANFRED.

DOB: 07.11.2019.

NO CRIMINAL RECORD.

He then approached, weaving through the crowd and avoiding a smoothie spill on the floor. Without identifiers on this new jacket, no one paid him any mind. The only sign of his true nature was the LED on his temple that was now at the same cool color as her hair.

“Hello.” He smiled at her and nodded. “My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by the police department.”

[thesuprme]

THE ACADEMY IS FILLED WITH DARKNESS ! curtains closed shut all of the high, hard-glassed windows. no candles, no electricity. the whole coven falls asleep, driven by witchy nightmares. there’s one exception, though. a swaying body, dressed in BLACK. a quiet murmur echoes with its every step. ❛❛  i’ll turn this whole goddamn shithole to ashes.  ❜❜ an impulsive swing of her hand. all of the candles lit up. ❛❛  you, jennifer lopez, why aren’t you sleeping ?  ❜❜ the supreme appeared right in front the coven’s newest witch.

STARTERCALL ! (  not accepting.  )  /      @selfishcliche ;  ambra castillo.

[bringswars]

          @selfishcliche

Demeanour oozed sex while he half-heartedly interacted with some of the Santa Carla locals. “Hey,“ his voice was soft but showed the signs of excessive singing as he specifically turned to the red-head, “there’s a bottle of scotch in the back of the limo, think you can get it for me and-” words were cut off by a woman declaring her love for him in the loudest way possible “think you can bring it back here for me?“

[takofromtv-blog]

           “ ----- you are awfully rude for a twelve-year-old,”   ||  @selfishcliche

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

“The games you played were never fun.” [ @ pat >:^/ ]

pausing his movements, one hand about to flick open the zippo he alwayscarries around and the other holding a cigarette up to his lips, he slowlygives her a grin. “they were plenty fun to me,” patrick answers before lightinghis cigarette. the pack was definitely stolen, no doubt taken without so muchas even a little fear of being caught. he takes a drag and then exhales smokeinto heather’s face with a laugh before offering her the cigarette.

“and you enjoyed more than one of them,” he says, licking his lips and eyeingher in a perverted way. “you’re mine, no matter what i decide that means.”

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