#sordidflesh

[mnsterfilm-blog]

she’s learned to be protective over her TERRITORY. any creature on pack grounds is meant to be FREE GAME, but elodie is hesitant. don’t kill, says daddy. not unless the threat is present. tall ghoul girl looks through the shadows, SMOKY GRAYS CLICK WHITE. she sees him. “ --- i’m gonna eat’cha, “ she calls out. 

:// -- * @sordidflesh. ❞

[janeivesarchive]

✔ : What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?

send me these and ill send one back !

✔ - what drew you to the character you currently play? what types of characters are you generally drawn to?

i have written very few female characters and? fuck that? i really wanted to write a female character this time around and got crazy muse for eleven after watching stranger things. it’s hard not to fall in love with her character? she’s a very likeable character that most people feel for. i saw all of the little ins and outs of her when watching the show and wanted to develop on those things and express my view of her and her character in writing. also i just fucking love her.

i had also been highly considering writing for a canon character because i’ve spent about the last year writing for original characters, but its hard for me to stick with an oc and for some reason i lose muse pretty quick with them. i tend to latch onto canon characters when i really enjoy a show, and it’s easier to keep muse when i can literally watch a tv show and draw 1000 conclusions about their character from each scene and develop off of that than it is to create a character and have to build it from scratch (which, HUGE KUDOS to people who have long lasting ocs because thats some hard ass fucking work)

[decimate-d-blog]

he was exhausted. he could only feel his way to the door, his fingers brushing against siding. he paused when his hand brushed wood, and his fingers instinctively wrapped around the frame. he knew how he’d gotten here, but didn’t understand the whys. he couldn’t really blame it on the area, considering he wasn’t exactly in the neighborhood. he guessed he just didn’t want to confront his roommate ---- didn’t want to explain what had happened to him. and matthew didn’t know of a lot of places to go, his options were sort of...limited.

as his eyes traveled, searching for a doorbell, he noticed his wrecked knuckles and the bright red blood that coated them. he knew his face wasn’t faring much better. a sudden wave of reconsideration ran through him, and he sighed, letting his head fall forward. his forehead caught against the door panel, hitting hard with a resonating crack. but he wasn’t really in the place to notice or really feel it.

| @sordidflesh ; ask & u shall recieve

[corpsefed-blog]

@sordidflesh / call.

        they’re---- where are they? where am i? they’re disoriented from their shift, coated in the blood of the teenager they’ve devoured while he was simply trying to make his way home. they’re bare, too, clothes lying tattered where their body became something beyond human, something of hunger and need.

        for as ruthless as a being they are when hunger has taken humanity hostage, they look horrified now, breath caught in their throat before a gasp wrings free. they remember. they remember-- his screaming, his face. they nearly double over with the weight of it, hands rising over their stomach. there’s an urge to claw themselves open, to tear out what’s within, lip quivering. again. it happened again. i did it again----