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Moodboard For Mad Sweeney

“I’ll show you an imaginative re-creation, my fist imaginatively re-creating your fucken face for starters!”

@shuibhnc

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@shuibhnc | continued from   ✖

oh , he crossed a fucking line --   those words set fire to her skin. her gaze was sharp ; she was sending daggers through her eyes. a stare of fiery violence that could cut right through him. he clearly was dancing on thin ice, a touchy subject for the corpse ; shadow. her purpose, her light -- her  S U N .. of course, that is what she thought him to be. he was the only thing that made her cold dead heart beat with life again. WAS  being the key word there. but with every passing day his light grew weaker and weaker. she couldnt tell if it was distance dimming his light or passion.

the vexing look paused a moment as she took a closer look at the leprechaun. his gaze hinting at something else and suddenly his words had a double meaning to her. from pissed to intrigued, her brow slightly cocked. she was still pissed, but it was a different anger now. she no longer had the urge to rip his dick off and force him to eat it, it was a different feeling now. the sensation rushing through her body, she could almost feel her neck hairs stand and her skin bump ( ghost of a feeling with her dead flesh ) . she would study him a moment further before leaning in to whisper her retort. his pants echoed from her between each word.

‘ fucking prove it . ‘

a challenge ? yes. that heat behind his fury was clear as day. and for some reason she wanted to push it. her arms were about to cross over her small waist in a defiant pose to wait for his next verbal response -- BUT. his next response wasnt verbal. his assault completely caught the cautious girl off guard. a muffled   ‘ mmph - ! ‘   being heard as his lips captured hers. the arms that were going to fold now in a frozen hover of a pitiful defense. they were easily captured and pinned, she hardly even felt the scrape of the bricks. it was almost as if her body had to take a moment to reboot. the senses awakening as a rush of sensation wash over that she could FEEL - a thud from her chest striking through her like a bolt of lightning. his passion breathing life into her - what a longed and forgotten feeling. her own selfish need and desire taking over as she returned his kiss. her lips pressing against his, overlapping even. welcoming his tongue into her decaying lips. her small frame rolling against his with wanton and desire. craving the taste of life again.

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@shuibhnc

                    ‘ is  there  a  fucking  point  to  all  this  or  are  you  just  WASTING  MY  TIME ?? ’

[wcrld]

@shuibhnc

                        “If you fight, you will die, that I can p r o m i s e you. You’re no God. Walk away, while you still can.”

[renascenced]

"Rot in hell."

@shuibhnc | drama starters | ACCEPTING !

          barb  rings  tame,   does  not  carry  behind  it  enough  venom  to  garner  reaction  at  all   ------   and  yet  memories  stir  behind  unflinching  hues !   she  sees  feathers  on  scales  which  dictate  her  fate  and  gods  of  death  with  rigid  vendettas  and  a  hot  box  of  poison  for  her  to  waste  away  in.   it  is  this  which,   after  smoke  is  drawn  into  lungs,   does  spark  her  ire,   white  hot   &   roiling.   gaze  sharpens,   cigarette  collides  with  asphalt.   do  not  be  fooled  by  the  insouciant  cadence  masking  malicious  intent;   the  maiden  of  death  requires  blood,   and  she  cares  not  who  she  draws  it  from.   (   BEWARE !   )

          ❛   which  circle  of  hell  do  murderers  go  to  again?   i  get  the  feeling  it’s  considerably  fucking  worse  than  the  one  i’d  be  going  to.   ❜

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