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REAL

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BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND

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Change

They had her, the love of your life, they had her and they were going to die for it.

Your actions weren't even conscious anymore, acting only on instinct, adrenaline-fuelled rage that drove you to the point of insanity. There was nothing in your way because anything that tried to stop you was slaughtered, infected dropping left right and centre until the horde that they had lured to you was laying in a pile behind you. Your clothes drenched in blood, slowly drying and staining your skin until a new layer covers it as the next wave flies at you.

People this time, but it made no difference to you. The only person your mind could register was her, so when the sharp edge of your axe dug into the poor man's neck that made the mistake of running at you, the squelching feeling only made you more exhilarated. You rip the axe out of his neck and the splatter of blood that paints you and the floor tastes as sweet as honey to you. Two men go down as your gun fires twice.

You keep walking, your pace never slowing, and as two more soldiers walk in front of you with their hands up a sick smile plasters itself onto your face as you dig the axe into one's abdomen as you shoot the other straight in the throat. Their time to surrender was over, they made their bed and now they can lay in it for all eternity.

The closer you get to her the stronger you feel as you leave a trail of bodies behind you, your path stained red. You swap from your handgun and axe to your assault rifle as you see a large swarm of soldiers running at you. When you had stumbled across the gun hiding from other passers by you felt like you had won the lottery and as the melody of screams fills your ears while you watch them drop to the ground like flies, you only felt luckier. You had never been violent, you were forced into training to be a soldier but now you understood how it feels, the bloodlust, you would never stop. Not when you've got her back, not ever, anyone that isn't her would die if they crossed your path from now. You would never lose her again and if your soul had to wither away for that to happen you would give it up in a second.

The thundering bangs of bullet after bullet leaving the chamber of your gun made you dizzy, faint almost, the power surging through you was enough to make you feel like you weren't human. A whole wave of soldiers down, just like that. Commotion sounds from behind you and without even glancing backwards you light a molotov that you had been saving for an occasion like this and chuck it behind you. There's that melody again, the harmony of shrieks and cries for help, the smell of burning flesh invades your nostrils and to you it smells like a freshly baked cake. They shouldn't have taken her but they learned their lesson too late.

You push forward further and further until you reach the building you knew they were keeping her in. She's yours and she'll be with you soon. "I'll be there soon baby." You mutter to yourself as you change the magazine of your gun to a fresh one before slamming it into the glass of the locked doors, another barrier between you and her demolished. You're barely through the shattered door when you hear the footsteps of countless soldiers running to their deaths. You imagine some of them being sure this would be the mission that set them apart, that made them a hero, and then you imagine their families being informed that the fucking idiot got themself killed because they underestimated you. You're a different person to who you were when you were a part of the WLF and Abby is too and they were too stupid to see that when they took her from you.

You both made the plan to run and you weren't prepared to give up the dream any time soon. You were leaving and she was leaving with you, even if you had to kill every member of the WLF and reduce their bases to rubble, so be it. They chose this. The thundering footsteps got closer as you took cover behind a wall and raised your gun, ready for the first wave. The continuous thud that accompanied the firing of your bullets was music to your ears and as the hallway goes quiet you advance further. A shriek fills your ears and your blood runs cold because even in a state of distress you'd recognise her voice anywhere. You're so close.

You follow the sound until you're outside the room you know she's being held in. You sling your gun over your shoulder and brandish your axe as if it's made bespoke for your hand. You slam the door open and before even looking at the love of your life you bring the axe down into Isaac's head, over and over again until he's unrecognisable. You stand from his lifeless form, breathing heavy and eyes crazed before they soften as you make eye contact with her. She's here, really here and you could feel her soft skin caressing yours as you undid her binds and gave her your handgun. "Ready babe?"

"Let's go." You raise your gun once again as the crashing of soldiers coming straight at you sends shockwaves through your body. The more blood you spilled in your escape, the more you wanted to stay to spill more but Abby's hand gently pulling you toward the gate that let you run to your fantasy rips you away from the carnage you had left in your trail.

You had wanted to leave to find peace but this feeling had a funny way of changing you.

If blood wasn't spilling, you would never be at peace. Abby watched you change right in front of her eyes, you became a blood-thirsty monster and all she wanted to do was help you get your fill. You left for peace and peace for you both ended up being bringing death and destruction to whatever crossed your path. Darkness overtook you both and you revelled in it.

Bloodlust had transformed you into angels of death, falling further from grace with every body that dropped before you.

erm idk i needed some female rage vibes rn and instead i came out with something minorly psychopathic, akneewayz

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Not to get too tmi on here but everytime i see her arms my clit perks up a lil

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Not to get too tmi on here but everytime i see her arms my clit perks up a lil

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Tip: You can kiss girls.

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Morana :)

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uvědomil jsem si že jsem nikdy nepostnul moje gamajun ócéčko

Jméno: Athanasi

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Takže já a @happylittleghost jsme udělali vlastní verzi seroše BBC Ghosts ale v česku [lidi napříč historiu umírají a jsou zaseklí na místě kde se postupem času sbírá banda magorů (found family)]

Provizorní název: ČT1 Duchové

Hošek (NO): Silná alergická reakce na všechno

Šebastián (Husitské války): Střelen pražany při doručení zprávy

Bohdana: Infarkt 17. listopadu 1989

Jan (Konec 2. sv. války): Pád letadla v bouři

Řehoř (Husitské války): Defenestrace

Horymír (Bój): Spadl a rozbil si hlavu o kámen

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Přeji krásný buzna měsíc všem co slaví

Zde máte tragického romantika, který se i přez všechnu jeho inteligenci zamiloval do američana

(Kopretinka byla dána na jeho hrob jeho sestrou)

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Děcka já vám zapomněl ukazat designy těch lidí

Anet- studuje psychologii, nevidí duchy ale fascinují ji, hlavně z úhlu jejich problémů a mentality

Filip- studuje politologii, nevidí je ale rád se hádá s Bohdanou

Karolína- studuje umění a historii, vidí duchy, radši by je někdy neviděla, často je spojníkem v konverzacích duchů a Anet/Filipa

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vše je v pořádku (haraší mi ve věži)

můj způsob truchlení po té sezóně

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jestli tímhle nenalákám lidi na peráka tak nevím čím

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omlouvám se za tu angličtinu ale zapomněl jsem si přepnout mozek do rodného jazyka když jsem kreslil

ti dva uprostřed jsou noví duchové Eleanor a Mila

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Refky pro duchy ať se vám (a mě) lépe orientuje

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the guy who made this zine in the year of our lord 2000 would've won čumblr if they were born just 2 decades later