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       he  runs  his  fingers  through  his  hair,  brushing  the  mop  of  bangs  away  from  his  eyes.  he  can’t  remember  the  last  time  he  had  a  hair  cut  now  that  he  thinks  about  it.  ❛  is  it  that  bad?  ❜  a  bit.  he  doesn’t  do  anything  with  his  hair,  it’s  just  out  of  control.  ❛  if  you  wanna  give  me  a  trim,  that’d  be  cool.  it  probably  needs  a  bit  of  taming.  ❜

         nose scrunches ; a      playful       expression .       “       i mean , it goes with your whole      puppy       look .       “      she tilts her head , her usually cold gaze replaced by a       warmer       one , reserved for only the ones she held closest .       “      yeah ? cool . i’ll just , i dunno . maybe cut it just a little , and then style it .       “      she always wanted to be a      hairstylist       as a kid .       “       that sound good to you ?       “

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“  i am  -  I  AM  THE  BE-BETTER  TWIN.  ”  her brows furrow  -  it’s a tease  ,  really.  even if her said twin isn’t here.  and besides  ,  marci would  NEVER  say that to his face.  “  ca–cause i’m older.  ”  well.  with this version of her twin  ,  anyway.  it’s complicated.  a long story.  she likes to tell it  ,  actually.  “  h–how did you.  st-stop getting  HEADACHES.  teach me.  th-then i’ll fo-for su be the better twin.  i’ll ma-make you an origami star if yo-you teach me.  ”

       “         i think       the real       question is  . . .  who’s got the better       instagram      feed ? “      between candy and her brother , she      definitely       had the better one , which automatically meant that      she      was the better sibling .       “      iii--- uh . well . “       a pause , as brows knit together , furrowing while she considers what to say .      “      it’s kind of a . . .      complicated      method , and it’s not super      safe ,      so .       “

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         “    your hair’s getting , like ,     super long ,      “     she says , reaching out to run slender fingers through his locks .      “      i could     totally     cut it for you , if you want . looks cute like that , too , though . just . . .     goofy,     y’know ?       “      @vampeace​ .

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by Sarah Bahbah

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sulveig·:

“  is  -  aren’t  ,  uh  ,  aren’t  -  isn’t soda supposed to  ,  uh supposed to  ,  help with migraines.  ”  she takes another swig of her coke  ,  a grimace across her face  -  like she’s being punished.  “  my tw-twin says that it’ll help.  but it’s - it’s not helping me.  so.  like.  is it just a me  -  me thing  ,  or like.  am i tru-truly the better twin.  ”

@corpsetm, well, i mean. i know i am, but still. 

      lips jut out , forming into a     pout     as she considers the other’s inquiry for a moment . brows furrow , as if this is something     bewildering .     then she shrugs – not a care in the world .     “     i dunno . i don’t get headaches , anymore .     “       she tilts her head , gaze settled on the other .    “     if drinking soda makes your twins headaches go away , wouldn’t that make     them     the better twin , since it’s easier for them to     get rid     of their headaches ?     “

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Doja Cat - Tia Tamera ft. Rico Nasty

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fangpyrs‌:

    ❛  wow,  talk  about  fuckin’  rude,  i  smell  —–  decent  at  the  very  least!  ❜  he  scrunches  his  nose,   he’ll  give  her  the  fact  that  maybe  the  cigarette  smoke  clinging  to  him  doesn’t  smell  great  to  people.  ❛  you’re  one  to  talk.  you  got  that  undead  stench.  ❜  not  that  he  should  talk,  but  hey,  it’s  hypocritical.  

          “       ten bucks say you       taste       like shit , too        “       , she retorts , quickly . eyes narrow as they stare him down , her lips pursed .         “       i got ‘that undead stench’       ?       i’m wearing chanel . you smell like a freshly buried       corpse !        “        the fact that they       both       might be masking some smell of decay doesn’t cross her mind .

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New pictures of Sofia from vittmiranda on Instagram.

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mindsmade‌:

         She’s not like him — and yet she is. The girl smells of a sort of vice not too different from his, and yet the way she wears it is very much different. In a sense she flaunts it and appears to invite the early onset of decay that follows her around in kind. In contrast, Sylvan hides it as best he can, all of it, though some dead giveaways remain despite his best efforts. The turn of character under circumstances like these is one of them, sure –––– but the girl’s reflection turned upside-down in his eye is another one.

         Not many pay attention to it, though, and somehow he doubts she will either. She’s got her mind set on something else altogether and as she approaches, he’s got nothing but the strange mix of bewilderment and hunger to keep him company. The latter expands as the scent of blood grows more prominent — until it’s so thick, he could cut it with a knife. Rather than that, though, she smears it … across his lips.

          Reservations alone aren’t enough to keep him from practically inhaling it as soon as her finger withdraws. It shames and invigorates him both at once. The skin around his eyes darkens momentarily, leaving his face looking gaunt under the streetlights.  ❛  ––––– We’re not the same, though, are we?  ❜

                 she watches him with a sort of     wild & eager     fascination -- desperate to see how he’d react to a     blood offering .     eyes grow even wider , if possible , and so does her     smile .     it looks more like a grin now though , really . the definition of it , teeth bared in an almost     animalistic     jeer . he licks it up , eagerly . just as she expected he would . as he does , though , his face     distorts .     brows raise at that , her lips staying locked in place .

“     that’s     new .      “     at least she thought it was . of course , she hadn’t been staring directly into a mirror when she . . .     consumed     her first victim , but she would have felt that , right ? head leans to one side , eyes still fixated on him as he speaks . shoulders pull up at what he says . as far as she knew , they were the only ones truly     different     in this world . realistically , considering how she’d just happened upon him , there’d be more like them . or maybe     not     like them at all .

                 “     i guess so . i’m like , kind of     new    to all of this , though .      “       a lot of things had happened tonight . candace was slowly realizing that she hadn’t had time to     process     most of it .      “     i think i’m like , a zombie , or something . except , i don’t     know ,     because , like , i can talk , right ? i’m not constantly thinking about like ,     brains     or whatever , either . that isn’t even my favorite part to eat .      “     ears . it was the ears .      “     what are     you ,     exactly ? you kind of reminded me of the vampires in the vampire diaries ,     for a sec . kinda hot . “

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mindsmade‌:

       Sylvan freezes at her exclamation — no, her yell. There’s no way people would just sleep through that, right? There’s also no way that what he sees dangling from her exposed teeth is meant to be there, in a human girl’s teeth. He straightens slowly, spine cracking softly.  ❛  What the fuck?  ❜  he asks then, very much under his breath. The question’s more so aimed at himself than at her, as his volume ( or lack thereof ) might suggest already.

        He takes another whiff of the air that sweeps past him. Bloody, gory ––––– and all too familiar. Sylvan swallows and licks his lips. An involuntary reaction to the one thing that can unravel him in a second if only he’d let it. With puckered eyebrows, he looks at the wagging finger. She’s been up to no good, that much is clear. The specifics, too, become clearer by the second. His own reality notwithstanding, however, he remains a little skeptic of the hunch he harbours at the moment.  ❛  Less so than you might think, actually — if you can believe it?  ❜

as the chilly night air fills her lungs ,       candace feels reinvigorated . her old life had left her and made way for something new . it was as if she’d been     possessed     by a presence that , while as ominous and terrible as any demon , seemed to be there to save her . it wasn’t there to keep her heart     beating ,     but considering how much it’d changed her already , she was sure it’d work wonders on her social life. in 2019 , isn’t that what     truly     matters ? 

a thought crosses her mind , then , and for the first time since it all happened , she feels     concerned .     what if this wasn’t permanent ?

                                                                              what if it was ?

“ really ? “      eyes scan him , for a while , trying to figure out if maybe he was holding onto a     secret     not too different from her own . what’re the chances , right ? unless this was some kind of     epidemic .     were they perhaps at the center of an upcoming     zombie apocalypse     ?     it definitely wasn’t turning out  anything like     the walking dead ,     that’s for sure . 

the girl steps forward , slowly . half-expecting him to turn and run away . after all , she can’t imagine that she was making a     terrific     first impression so far . hand reaches up , towards him , and a finger drags across his lips -- leaving a fresh trail of     blood in it’s wake .