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@vyl3nt
⌖ 24, transmasc butch, virgo
⌖ i enjoy deathcore, tension, & writing kink scenarios that would get me arrested if acted upon.
⌖ anons welcome but not guaranteed an immediate response- time offline is a priority.
⌖ tw: if you're seeking comfort, you won't find it here.
stay alive. grow up. goodnight.
♡♡♡
stay alive. grow up. goodnight.
♡♡♡
You are so mid
I'm flattered to be the target of your Insecurity. Don't be shy, let's talk about it. Why do you feel that way? ♡
just recorded in my basement... B)
@wolffangdyke @writteninsins such a vibe
we will re-create this photo in november ♡ mark my words
"i want you to break in and rape me" femme x "you thought you had a choice?" butch
T working overtime
💀 T has made me a feral mess, you have no idea. It's an inconvenience sometimes. But I'm much happier with myself.
thinking about being the final girl to a serial killer butch
@vyl3nt i’m thinking double date? we hunt our femmes in the woods?
sounds like the perfect time to visit the range for some bro time, yeah? give the femmes our cards for retail therapy. tell them to pack a bag for a impromptu camping trip. listening to them gush about their matching swimsuits in the backseat, hoping that we've distracted them from noticing the game land entry sign we just passed.
@wolffangdyke what do you think?
"what's your type?"
mentally unstable stalkers. obviously. what a stupid fucking question.
thank you for the validation ♡
@pintmother and i while our subs are kicking against their cages in the basement
while @writteninsins and @wolf-disco and @esabrujitamalvada13 look like this. awaiting their demise 😈
@pintmother and @wolffangdyke and i as our subs are kicking against their cages in the basement
“aww baby, don’t cry.. i’m not done with you just yet.. stay still for me sweetheart.. this will all be over soon.”
why she deserves me ♡
- she enjoys my suffering as i act on obsessive compulsions
- she remembers my favorite key as b minor
- she doesn't break eye contact & keeps her mouth shut while the blade seperates her skin
murder as aftercare
the hardest part about loving her, is dealing with the ones that love her too.
specifically, the ones that refuse to let her go, let her be independent, and try to influence her decisions. the ones who feel inclined to treat her like a victim.
surely, you can understand. right?
the inconvenience of being forced into reality through the cadenced knocks on the door. having to perform concern while my brow furrowed, avoiding direct eye contact with the body camera as the officer introduces himself. mumbling something regarding a welfare check. analyzing the way his posture stiffens as she shuffles up to me, her cold hand resting on my forearm as she asks if anything is wrong. the assisting officer's gaze oscillating between his partner and her worn down eyes. politely asking for her name, commanding her to come outside to talk about what's been going on.
feeling her grip tightening before placing my hand on her back. her sigh of frustration as she hands me her phone, stepping forward. "it's her. god, fuck her". me standing almost too still as the officer's block my view. hearing her faint voice explaining that she's safe and has no intention of ending her life. watching the officers nod in understanding, the dispatcher's voice alerting them to a real emergency through the radio. my eyes looking down to notice a notification on the screen flashing quickly- a text from her best friend. who might as well be her stalker at this point. my eyes being met with a wall of text frantically apologizing for "doing what i had to do", citing the fresh cuts and scars on her arm. somehow trying to merge that into a pathetic confession of love that never disappeared- love that only grew over time. the incessant begging and pleading to "come back home". apologizing for being the reason she cuts. apologizing for pressuring her to meet up when i was at work.
the funny thing being– neither of them unaware that i know about their recent interaction. the pathetically obsessed leech unaware that those cuts were inflicted by me during passionate intimacy.
the deceitful betraying bitch in front of me unaware that the next round of cuts won't care about her pleasure. as our phones are turned off and thrown in the safe, she'll wish she would've thought a little harder about what the police were truly asking her. as she's bound with rope to the motel toilet with widened eyes, she'll wish she would've noticed the officer glance in my direction, then back at her. wishing she thought about me for once, instead of bitching about her. she'll feel her heart sink as she realizes she should've always done the one thing ive asked: been honest with me.
but instead, as strings of blood fall from her arms and drip slowly off my boot, adding to the pool of it beneath her trembling legs, she'll feel the drop in her stomach. her beautiful eyes plagued with fear will look up into mine- penetrating through hers. the duct tape adhesive will peel at the corners, contaminated with her tears and saliva-- something a firm and quick slap to the cheek will fix. she'll coil inward at the realization that the parasite was right when they warned, "you should've never left. you'll never find someone as forgiving as me."
