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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓‌ ---

          ❝  oh  ,  darlin’  ,  THAT  ONE  ?  that  one  means  i  was  sixteen  n’  thought  i  was  cool.  ❞

    “ 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍, I wish I thought I was cool when I was sixteen. “ They laughed, mirthlessly. “ I’m in my twenties and STILL don’t think I’m cool enough for tattoos ! “

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@spoilednight !

      “ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 overstep, but what does THAT tattoo mean ? “

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𝐙𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐌 ---

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❝ Oh the bottle, that you’ve been drinking Well it’s really drowning you And all the people, that you’ve been blaming Well they should be blaming you Oh the time, you say was wasted Well it was wasted all by you And all the love, that walked away Was really left behind by you Down, down so low How deep into the ground can one man dig a hole? Down, down so low Leaving you crying out, have mercy on my soul ❞

Graves has been drinking—drinking enough to be singing freely on the outskirts of town. A dumpster fire is burning bright. It’s the only thing keeping him alive & well. It’s cold out—downright freezing. It’s one of those nights where he’s not sure he’ll make it. He holds his hands close as he can to the flame without burning him and damns the holes in his gloves. He’s too prideful to ask his friends again for a place to stay. He’s been freeloading a lot lately…too much for his own good. The crunch of snow makes him cease his singing and he looks up with tired, tired eyes. Ah, yes, a familiar face. “Wesley, my dear, what are you doing out here? You’ll catch a chill.” 

      𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 with a shake of head off as Wesley hugged their woolen coat closer. It wasn't their own safety they cared about- even if cold now, they had a house, a warm bed, a loving cat to return to. What did Adrian have? " It's supposed to get into the negatives tonight, and when I saw that you weren't in any of the Mausoleums, I got worried." They said. There seemed to be more on their tongue, waiting to be released and yet they couldn't will it out. Wesley rocked on the balls of their feet. "Can I sit? With you?"

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@zydratetm !

     𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑, but Wesley still jolted at the suddenness of it, whirling around with a scalpel gripped tight in their hand, freshly-harvested heart in the other. "Oh- Adrian!" Wesley beamed from beneath the organ-reaper's mask. They were quick to tuck their weapon away and tug the mask off their head- they wanted to look presentable, after all. "How did your signing go? I thought you still had another hour?"

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zcnit‌ ---

    “I have to wear this to keep my identity secret y’know it’s not all fun in games wearing this paint, it gets dry and crusty.” Papa ponders before asking a question it was an odd one, “Um… are dead breasts still soft or…?”

      " 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 with baby powder, that might help the crustiness! " Wesley suggested, helpful as ever. They turned a little pink at his question. It was nowhere NEAR the first time anyone had asked something like that-- but they bashfully averted their gaze just the same. " Uhm, well-- yes! Ish. Breasts don't have any muscles in them so they aren't victim to rigor mortis. “ The brief silence between them twisted the embarrassment in Wesley’s gut, and they scrambled to fill it.  “ Fun fact! The last thing to begin decay in the human body is either the uterus or the prostate. "

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Oof my heads killing. I gotta wait until tmrw to do those other starters

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@zcnit !

       “ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓 !  I wish my job would let me go around with face paint all day. But I’m a mortician--- putting the FUN in funeral is considered insensitive. ”

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STARTER CALL !    reply to this with an emoji for pre - est ( might require a lil plotting )

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 do you hear that sound? It's heavenly wings coming from all around There's a set for you and a seat by my side But only if you continue to abide

There they stand Thumb up for a ride He pulls up just in a nick of time The clouds weep and off they drive

Mitchell King was never again seen alive

He said, "Hey baby doll, why so blue? Did you fall from heaven or are you just a sinner too? " A glance to the side They're looking pretty white

Mitchell King wasn't getting any tonight

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 don't you dare hesitate Bare your teeth Go on Seal his fate There's a special place here for you by my side But only after the evil men have died

There they sit A pit in their gut Staring down an evil man shit outta luck They draw their knife, make him pull aside

Mitchell King gawked and stared with wide eyes

They said, "I know what you did And I'm nothing like you. Good as a kid but evil got you like the flu. This one's for your wife- May she rest in peace."

They never thought a slash of knife could bring such release

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 I know you're scared But not to worry, we are prepared This is your destiny So the rest of the world can rest at ease Go on Pick his recipe

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In other news I literally wrote a song abt Wesley and played it at open mic night that was wild. I should probably post the lyrics here huh

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Me: :((( Wesley gets NO attention their blog is so dead idk how to get people more interested!!

Me: remembers they are literally a serial killer and cannibal with a highly triggering backstory

Me: :0