#wolfblccd

[revivrs]

thea : → @wolfblccd : starter call.

shoulder rests lightly against the wall at her back, emerald gaze studying the chipped polish coating her fingernails. " you know, you keep such interesting company. " sighing at the state of the black paint, gaze finally lifting to meet the strangers, cherry stained lips pulling across her teeth; a feral attempt at a smile.

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐁𝐋𝐂𝐂𝐃┆ “  liked

❛    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒    ❜     ——-     finger against the trigger.     ❛    turn around, slowly, and show me your hands !    ❜       she encourages,  or rather,  demands a second time.

[inqustvea]

        ❝  these people don't want me alive ...  ❞  （ ♫ ）

@wolfblccd​ ;   accepting !

[psychorex]

wolfblccd replied to your post: ❝ you’re so dark ! are you sure you’re not from...

someone needs to call Ash batman to his face, I would pay to see that reaction

ash be like and this is why I don’t answer your calls

[psychorex]

❝ you’re so dark ! are you sure you’re not from the dc universe ? ❞

@wolfblccd | [meme]

“Last I checked, I wasn’t. If I am, I’m probably some super villain, ‘cause as far as I know ‘good guys who kill people’ is more a marvel thing. Then again, it’s unacceptable by superheroes in general so...

“I don’t know. Maybe my life is one bad Warner Brothers movie, and Batman is gonna come flying in and tell me to stop my bullshit.

“...I just solved the mystery of Ash, he is Batman.” 

[ghostive]

    liked for a starter 80 years ago        /           @wolfblccd​

                 the howling wind of frosted night met the trees. a THICK wooded forest sloped into marshland. somewhere beyond it’s thinning a hallowed house stood, occupied by flickering lights and peculiar entities. one such of which tangling aimlessly through saplings, carried by weightless feet. much like the breeze he wandered without focus. but deep within he hid a treasure trove. tokens of his misery. worried someone would find them, while he could not even find them himself. skin tainted purple, not from the chill, as pooling liquid filled LUNGS. 

                he heard her footsteps, swift and stealthy betwixt the scattered branches. a spirit in the woods,  watching every motion. with his unease, the frigid air doubled down, twice as cool in surrounding. he didn’t want to reveal himself. yet the pull, the force of frantic FEELINGS, pushed him forward. with wet hair matted to his forehead, the drowned scorpion appeared like a corpse in her presence. stinger ready for striking.             ❛   what are you doing  ?    ❜          

[killswolves-a]

❝ what are you doing out here so late? ❞

@wolfblccd ♡’d for a one-liner

[bitmiscuous-a]

❝     i   don’t   remember    asking            for       an       explanation   .       ❞        devoid      of        sentiment  ,         he       lacks         all         she        exudes    -            a       vivid      imagery        of       the       ethereal        death       sought        by      fools   ,            a       walking         carcass      of       disrupted       youth  ,         a        boy       king      in       a       throne        build        of       skeletons ,          sticky - sweetness        that          that        rots        teeth       gone      just       like     that             ----     like        a      switch  ,         a         mirage       faded  .         ❝      i      want         it           back  .        now  .             or         i        will         reduce         this        pitiful          little        place         to        ashes        &         bones        under          your         feet  .         shall    we      play       nice         instead   ,         hmmm ?        ❞      @wolfblccd