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.... uh.

I mean... you do you dude. I love me some violence as much as the next freak but. Wow.

@disembowelmebaby if someone from the facility wants to speak to me how bad is that?

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... that's your definition of fun?

@disembowelmebaby if someone from the facility wants to speak to me how bad is that?

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@disembowelmebaby if someone from the facility wants to speak to me how bad is that?

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The low s c r a p e of clean tape pulled tautly around multicolored knuckles makes your heart quiver with how enticingly familiar it sounds. The adhesive binds your skin more closely than normal - a conscious choice, for your thumb continues to creak on rusted hinges with every move you make. You sure as shit aren’t about to let something as meaningless as a fractured bone get in your way. Not this time.

An absence of proper air-conditioning makes the surrounding air feel grossly thin, quick sharp breaths punctuated by stale sweat and the musk of damp bricks. Uncovered walls undulate in and out with every passing second as a result of your impaired vision for it is difficult to properly illuminate an entire basement with burning candles and exposed bulbs hanging on by a singular protruding wire.

In the center of the room, locked inside loosely strung crimson ropes, your opponent for the evening absolutely decimates his current victim; contorts him into a mass of crippled bones and utmost a g o n y. The fairy in question shrieks with agony as their one-sided bout is called to a rather abrupt end, all adrenaline lost against the brutality of heated blood bubbling over his chin from shattered teeth and a white-hot terror as one shimmering wing droops limply after being torn from its socket.

Kaz is no joke. He never has been. And yet you could watch his unwavering destruction for hours without complaint.

The sound of your name being pronounced dryly into a harsh microphone has you immediately shuffling forward, heartbeat quivering musically from within your throat. Inside your back pocket you can feel the tremendous weight of a hand-written note from your mother - her most recent attempt to desperately pluck you from obscurity and back into the fanciful family home. Try as she might, you cannot be pried from the murky depths you so ravenously crave.

Some things are more important than wealth.

Like the feeling of Kaz’s rough skin and titanium knuckles raining down on you. He does not know the meaning of the word caution, nor restraint, nor pacing. It is not as one-sided as you previously envisioned, however. The organized wrap of insulation tucked haphazardly around your fists aiding in quite the solid impact over an otherwise chiselled jaw. His lip splinters into two grotesque segments, coated in a rich enamel of steadily flowing blood which makes your stomach tingle; builds a magnificent pressure between your thighs. And there’s a very deliberate - very loud - cracking in Kaz’s mandible which seems to ricochet throughout this dimly lit arena.

Yet, he’s quite the fucking force to be reckoned with. Formidable. Pummeling you down into suspiciously stained canvas with hoof marks speckled all the way down toward your tailbone. It would almost be impossible to determine if you are vampire or just a collision of angry amaranth welts and knotted scars and the bruises which flavor angular bone. Partially obscuring your vision burns a ring of dense fog, swirling in neat circles close to damp lashes. And discarded somewhere amidst braided cobwebs and forgotten bandages rests an acute fang ripped from soft gums.

You got your ass handed to you, no doubt about it.

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With a dull ache permeating throughout every whittled bone and parchment flesh soaked in charcoal from all those firework bruises littering your presence, the night tastes extraordinarily toothsome. You pull s l o w l y on the crutch of your cigarette, savoring how your lungs b u r n with every forced breath, exhaling ringlets which coil toward dusky skies; inhaling tranquility and exhaling all the bullshit. A whirlwind of endorphins causes your toes curl against rain-slick asphalt - and fuck does this sensation alone make it all worth it.

When Kaz’s towering shadow spills over you in a cascade of ominous heat it draws you forth with a powerful magnetism. Obedient to a fault. A mere subordinate. You toss aside your cigarette on pure instinct alone, likening this moment to an uncomfortable afternoon within the principle’s office. Chin straight - look skyward - don’t forget to breathe against the flames.

And when he kisses you your world has been converted into a brightly burning kaleidoscope. There’s color and movement and passion and pleasure all at once. Your head never stops spinning.

“You’re getting better,” Kaz purrs, calloused digits tickling across your fluttering throat. “Keep that up and you’ll be able to take me in no time, champ.”

You waste no time in rolling forward onto the balance of your tiptoes, pecking his lips generously. What your palms lack in confidence they more than make up for in enthusiasm, running your fingertips up and down the tufts of soft velvet fur you can reach at his spine.

“No time, huh? Bet I can take you any time I want.” You can feel your eyes twinkling despite yourself

Kaz’s laughter is pure fucking music. As booming and imposing as his magnified stature yet somehow epitomizing content. Those broad palms push down across the swell of your ass, popping eagerly within the waistband of ill-fitting denim until there is a shock of cold on your own arctic skin. Even through thick material and vacuum-packed plastic you can taste that saccharine nectar of packaged blood - a rather unorthodox reward for being such a good sport.

“Keep up the good work, champ.”

Winning isn’t always everything.

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Aesthetic; Axel Ash (Vampire).

Won’t go down without a fight.

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Nah it's good to get a little koombaya up hereeee

Have you ever wished there was a better way to waste your time during the holidays? Well do I have news for you!!

I’ll be hosting a very fancy, very exclusive party this Christmas Eve. and you’re all invited! Great food, good friends and a devilishly handsome host await you this Christmas season at the casa del Holt on 2nd Street! The party starts the second the sun goes down.

Hope to see you there! ;^)

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Sounds dope dude!

Have you ever wished there was a better way to waste your time during the holidays? Well do I have news for you!!

I’ll be hosting a very fancy, very exclusive party this Christmas Eve. and you’re all invited! Great food, good friends and a devilishly handsome host await you this Christmas season at the casa del Holt on 2nd Street! The party starts the second the sun goes down.

Hope to see you there! ;^)

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There's a certain fragility to the dewy complexion of Holt's smooth skin, blemish free and tinted rose in spite of his immortality. His eyes are vast but kind, glittering with an unspoken excitement which Axel cannot quite fathom. He has yet to find his bearings within the facility - a virgin to such restrictive guidelines and rigidity, a wild and free spirit at heart. Yet there's something deliciously enticing about the nonsense of meeting discreetly with his own species for a moment of madness and unwarranted violence. Holt's bones break easily, a singular strike to shatter the fragile bone packed into his nose; his blood is as black as charcoal and oh so pretty on a shivering chin. He does not complain, nor cry out, nor feel a moment of hesitation. He actually moans when the pain takes over and the sweet unexpected sound makes Axel grin with delight. He's never met a vampire like Holt. He's never met a person like Holt. And the notion of a mutually beneficial friendship is utterly alluring. He can't wait to tell Minnie.

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Shit that sounds cool! Really gross but cool!

Anyone want their nose broken for 10 bucks and a beer?

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Not gonna lie, your face is gonna look real pretty all banged up. Wondering how the regen will work on jacked up bones.

Anyone want their nose broken for 10 bucks and a beer?

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But I need that coin, man!

Anyone want their nose broken for 10 bucks and a beer?

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Anyone want their nose broken for 10 bucks and a beer?

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Like... actually bite someone? I dunno. Seems a little unnecessary..

So… my ‘doctor’ thinks my attachment to bloodbags is unhealthy. Bitch you don’t have anything else for me?

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Hey, hi!

Lmao I'd love to if I had any clue how to feed. I'm a virgin boxed-wine type of drinker.

So… my ‘doctor’ thinks my attachment to bloodbags is unhealthy. Bitch you don’t have anything else for me?

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So... my 'doctor' thinks my attachment to bloodbags is unhealthy. Bitch you don't have anything else for me?

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What the fuck is a 'colorful' personality?

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Never tried it so I can't judge!

The blood here is dope.