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—— 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 ᴮᴱ 𝙸𝙽 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑫.

𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗: 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 ²⁰¹⁶ ... 𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚂𝚂𝙰 ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ

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Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”

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the most Child Emperor urge i have is to shout "BOOORRIINGGG!!!" when i have to witness something i dont like for too long

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( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @5tripe. i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ･ﾟ✧* )

whether the statement was meant to be a threat with the sharp claws to prove it , or her very own language meant to entice —— it didn't matter much. AFTER ALL , DID A GROWL AND A PURR NOT COME FROM THE SAME VOICE ? either way ; a part of him would be glad to allow her to feast on him however she wished [ ... ] all parts , the rotten and the tender. ( the spoiled and the sweet. ) was opening yourself to another , giving them permission to kiss and drag lips and teeth across your chest ; giving them permission to tear into your ribcage with fangs not a form of intimacy ? FIND YOUR BEATING HEART AND LICK IT CLEAN OF ANY BLOOD LIKE A WOUND. perhaps being devoured was the purest form of all.

a smile begins to slowly creep [ ... ] taking its time to curl pointed corners of mouth while teeth bite down against steel. IN ONE SWIFT MOVEMENT , the nails are flipped with his tongue in order to store them away beneath it. ❛❛ don't make promises you can't keep , kitty. ❜❜ otherwise , his feelings will get hurt ! HANDS WERE SHOVED INTO FRONT POCKETS —— defenseless , at her mercy —— before he leaned his body in closer towards her. ❛❛ i'm right here. ❜❜

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it happened too quick for him to even think of protesting [ ... ] not enough time for him to even consider the attempt of squirming out of her grasp ; AND THE CONSEQUENCES IT WOULD SURELY BRING. no , he wouldn't dare. surprisingly or not. . . he did value his own life above all else. a dangerous hand wrapped around his neck to drag him closer and the only sound to come from his end was the crunch of teeth biting down against iron —— an effort to protect the soft flesh within the confines of his mouth from being punctured by the comfort that was his deadly spikes. THE DEEPER HER FINGERS DUG INTO HIS NECK , the more he winced at the pain. it was moments like this that reminded him that he really was only human. no matter how broad the definition of the word could be.

but alas , he couldn't possibly contain the giggles bubbling up from a throat that otherwise felt as though it was becoming dry and closing up. with his heart beating so violently against his ribcage —— it would be shocking if it managed to go unnoticed. IT WAS EXHILERATING ! her words would still register despite the thumping in his ears [ ... ] and he's quickly nodding his head to prove his understanding until words could find his tongue. ❛❛ i'll be good— ❜❜ it's finally breathed through a crack , THROUGH A SMILE YET TO FALTER. and eye contact that remained unbroken. it was a promise —— and he'll swallow before continuing. ❛❛ i just thought you might like some company. . . it's so quiet in here. ❜❜

she was swift to snatch his neck within her iron-clad grip, bringing his face close to hers until they were both nose to nose with one another. amelia glowered at him with disdain for she had enough of his annoying antics. she even dared to steadily dig the tips of her stilettos nails into his neck; a threat if he continued to be tiresome.

" now, my dear sweet souichi, it seems my kindness has reached its limit today. and now you're treading uncharted territory with your unneeded behaviour. now, must i remind you of my boundaries once more or do you understand me? " she asked, her eyes narrowing down into slits as she continued to press down into his neck. not even allowing a moment of reprieve for him despite enjoying his company from time to time.

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Sorry for going into a lovedrunk bloodthirsty craze and hunting you for sport, it will happen again.

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( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @wellfell. i don't do haunted houses. ･ﾟ✧* )

and in a shocking turn of events —— he didn't wouldn't believe her. pettily thinking her to be lying from between teeth just to avoid spending any more time with him [ ... ] DID HE REALLY HAVE HER SO WRONG ALL THIS TIME ? his assumption was that of a girl that chased her highs with a sharpened blade ; not easily frightened , nor a girl that backed down from a challenge. would rather meet her demise with a firm handshake than let it take her with ease. was she really afraid ? OR WAS SHE SIMPLY BEING POLITE. . . perhaps turning down his offer with a little white lie was easier. but that wouldn't put a dent in his efforts. his features would instead drop with a quiet scoff and express a mixed look of disbelief and offense —— before deciding to push just a little bit harder. a little bit deeper.

❛❛ i didn't take you for someone scared of a silly obakeyashiki. . . ❜❜ he'll give a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders [ ... ] the switch of someone who cared , to the facade of no longer being pressed on such matters. SUDDENLY , HIS MOTIVES HAD CHANGED. the desire to drag her along into the line of the haunted attraction nearby for his own entertainment ( and inspiration ) , to now only attempting to do so in order to test her. ❛❛ makes sense. . . y'know , i was really hoping you would be the first in line for my own haunted house once it's finally running —— oh well. ❜❜

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( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @ackerglare. that's fake blood , right ? ･ﾟ✧* )

it felt sticky on his hands [ ... ] thick like honey and tasted just as sweet on the tongue ; and just the same , it held a texture equally as grating once it's purpose was no longer needed. IT WAS NO LONGER FUN , AND HE WANTED IT GONE. wanted his homemade concoction scrubbed from his fingers and cheeks and neck ( it took a long time to perfect the recipe ! ) , and a permanently stained sweater was the price he would now pay for a good scare. BUT ONCE ONE DOOR SHUT , ANOTHER WOULD OPEN. the opportunity to at least unnerve the stone cold princess herself was one he would happily take —— perhaps he would even go as far to say doing so was his one final wish before death.

and like the exhausting liar he was —— ❛❛ no. . . haven't i told you this already ? ❜❜ his bloodied hand would slowly lift , index finger risen to swiftly swipe a line of liquid that drippled down towards his chin. IT WOULD JUST AS QUICKLY BE PUSHED BETWEEN HIS LIPS ; and after a moment , removed with an audible pop ! ❛❛ blood is really good for iron. . . especially when it's from pretty girls. ❜❜

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“I’d kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you.” “No.” Is a top tier ship dynamic no I do not take criticism

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Sakaguchi Kentaro

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Ottessa Moshfegh, from My Year of Rest and Relaxation

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( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @icebrgvdka. how long has it been since you've slept ? ･ﾟ✧* )

alas , a body deprived of proper nutrients even at birth will never quite pass for healthy by any means of the word. NO ONE COULD JUSTIFY USING IT AS A DESCRIPTOR FOR HIM , ANYWAY. physically , mentally [ ... ] it's simply safer to assume he isn't doing well. with eyes so sunken and decorated with the darkest of circles known to man as icing on the fucked up cake —— one could be forgiven for mistaking him as an extra on break for some splatter zombie flick. . . MINUS THE STOMACH WRENCHING INTESTINAL GORE. always appearing to be on the verge of blacking out , ( and sometimes , he was. )

features warped into something resembling both confusion and offense as he stared at her [ ... ] silently , for a few slow passing moments too long. ❛❛ last night. . . why ? ❜❜ UNFORTUNATELY , HE JUST LOOKED LIKE THAT. shoulder brushed against her own as feet bypassed her in a sluggish manner towards the kitchen —— though he didn't disclose how many hours he managed to get. ❛❛ i just haven't had any coffee yet. ❜❜

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( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @reapinghook. i don't want to be good , no matter how hard you wish it. ･ﾟ✧* )

and so a laugh rumbled deep within his chest ; curling itself around branches of ivory bone and easily slithering from between lips [ ... ] the same ones stretched sharply into a pointed smile full of teeth that could gnaw , silver that could puncture. THERE LACKED ANY INTENTION OF STIFLING SUCH A SOUND AND IT WAS APPARENT. though it wasn't an eruption of giggles at her expense —— no intent on embarrassing her during a perhaps vulnerable moment. ( no , not at all ! ) it was at the absurdity of such a statement. no matter how hard you wish it. . . . he wondered if she had temporarily forgotten who was speaking to.

❛❛ why would i want you to be good ? ❜❜ it's finally questioned as his bubbling fit managed to once again settle into the blackened pit of his gut. there was no use in a mental tug - of - war between good or bad in his vicinity —— HIS OWN MORALITY WAS ONE VERY CLEARLY SKEWED. perhaps it was even too twisted , too contorted towards the latter to ever fully recover. . . ( many would believe that to be true. ) besides , that would be so boring ! ❛❛ nothing good will ever interest me , mitsuko [ ... ] and you interest me. ❜❜

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these parts of the woods typically granted him solitude [ ... ] a small trek just deep enough to avoid being seen from prying eyes on the outside —— just deep enough to avoid the possibility of company. ONLY THE OCCASIONAL SNAPPING OF TWIGS BENEATH THE SHOES OF SCHOOL KIDS MAKING THEIR WAY THROUGH A SHORT CUT , followed by chattering gossip and giggles ; the flattening of grass and crunching of leaves. he sat upon earth while being only half shaded by the dying tree above , ( it was trying its best ) with hands keeping him too busy to hear any steps drawing closer ; closer , closer , closer. . . .

gaze was instead focused on the materials he had in his grasp and atop his very own makeshift worktable —— a piece of cloth spread out over the dirt. the construction of wara ningyō required many things : MOST NOTABLY A STRAND OF HAIR AND PATIENCE. and upon hearing the question behind his shoulder , he was quick to find her with a less than friendly glare for the sudden disturbance. TEETH CLENCHED AGAINST THE NAILS LAZILY HANGING FROM LIPS. ( if looks could kill ! ) he wouldn't attempt to gather his belongings in order to hide his current activity however ; no , he didn't have enough shame for that. it was only once he spotted the candle —— and most importantly , the symbols engraved into it —— did his features soften. unfortunately for her , his interest was piqued.

❛❛ did you curse it ? ❜❜ oh , he really had no filter. . . . what ever happened to a simple hello ? the straw doll in his hand was carefully placed down before he reached into his back pocket. the sound of iron clinking temporarily filled the space between them [ ... ] AND SOON A LIGHTER WAS GIFTED TO HER. ❛❛ i've seen those symbols before. ❜❜

" do you have a lighter? "

as she speaks, she peers around the tree over his shoulder, and offers the stranger a grin, holding in her hand not a cigarette, but a small black candle, on which three symbols had been carved by herself with a blade years ago. for some reason ( that thorn will call not a coincidence, but a causality of the universe ), inspiration will not strike unless the candle has been lit, and she has it by her side whenever she works on new lyrics.

" sorry -- did i scare you? " nose scrunches in apologetic demeanor, and as she places the candle on the ground beneath the oak where the stranger sits, she crouches down next to him and rests her lyrics notebook on her lap, " i've just had the worst writer's block ever, and i need it to be gone before the halloween festival. the candle's always been inspo material, so i kinda need it to be lit, and i forgot my lighter back on the bus tour. " @cursedyou