#townterror

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townterror replied to your post: i love shipping

ren is so cute

>cute >ren

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townterror ha risposto al tuo post

YOU PHOTOSHOPPED THIS IT’S AN IMAGE

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♗ you know i've never actually done this meme

SEND ME A  ♗ AND I’LL USE MY ICON STYLE TO MAKE AN ICON OF YOUR MUSE

from someone who does: Dont

[ghostpocky]

“ Make me. ”

              stop.

         that was all she had said. in her heart, she had known it was pointless. but she had shouted it out anyways, doing her best to hide the quiver in her voice. it was a dare. there was nothing she could really do in that moment, and she’s sure he knew it. 

           even still, pale fists clenched at her sides, desperation and fear remain shining in her eyes, but become overpowered by determination. “ i will. ” her voice starts quiet, like it’s more for herself to hear than him. “ no matter what. even if it takes another fifteen years, i will. ”

            she won’t rest until then.

[marineborn-a-blog]

townterror replied to your post: My nickname is also Satan

same.

Okay okay, I’m Hades n u Satan?

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FAUSTIAN REFERENCE CHART

this was Some Bullshit to make so y’all better look at it (CLICK HERE for a tinypic link in case tumblr hates the image)

compares Goethe’s Faust to Marlowe’s Faust to My Faust to the Real Faust

you’re welcome and no im not ever doing this again it took FOUR HOURS

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@townterror liked for a starter. 

------ ❝ I’ve always wanted to ride in one of these things! ❞ It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since their flight had started, and Magenta had already decided to take to ... conversing with the man seated next to him. He had been glued intently to the window when they first lifted off, but the need to share his excitement with someone --- anyone who happened to be there, it didn’t really matter who --- had grown too great to be ignored. ❝ Ever since I was a kid. It’s pretty damn cool, huh? ❞

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@townterror has checked in.

     Fleeing from { the root of all evil } your problems takes on a literal sense for retired psychiatrist, Bedelia Du Maurier. Alone, she finds herself in Japan. Treated as a ghost, she prefers it this way. None of the busy bodies regard her with a single stare; the locusts stick to their own agenda. Chiyo - little bird she is -- has flown straight into the Devil's ribcage while Bedelia has ventured in the opposite direction. Running to the edge of the world, she keeps a steel grip on her umbrella.

    A man walking at night automatically breeds suspicion. She tips her wide-brimmed hat lower, hiding her crystalline eyes that feel full of cotton. Despite feeling so small, she struggles to stand TALL. Thin-lipped, she weaves her riddles, the sapphire scarf around her neck but a LEASH to keep her tied D-D-DOWN.

    ♟– ❝ A man in a well-tailored suit can ruin your life. Politely decline his invitation, if you can.❞

[dispensemiracles]

Happy birthday, Nozomi. : ^ )

“You can kindly get the fuck off my lawn now, Mr. Kira.”

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IM NOT LOGGE D IN BUT CHRIS

     & THE DEVIL WITH HIS WIFE, WHAT AN ODDITY OF A COUPLE THEY WERE.     she knows when he is about to enter the room he kept her locked away in, with the clicking of the locks & his heavy footfall. with the shuffling of the maids moving out of his way.     HER BODY GOES TENSE, SHE FEELS THE NEED TO SCURRY AWAY BUT PRIDE MAKES HER STAND IN PLACE NEARBY THE WINDOW WHERE SHE ALWAYS SAT BY.      her grey eyes had dulled since she had been pulled from her home, she has lost more weight.

     -------- SHE LOOKS HALF DEAD HALF THE TIME WITH CHRIS.

      ah, but he enters the room, strolling in with his     WANNABE ELEGANCE & CHARM     before she suddenly feels decaying hands touch her cheeks & lift her head up towards his gaze.      HIS EYES, SO BRIGHT & BLUE, LOOK DOWN ONTO HER WITH ADORATION.     as though he was pampering his best kept possession, his number one trophies.      ( how revolting, to be owned once again by someone that only saw her as a thing. not as a person. )      his face is close, he seems to be whispering something, but she could barely make it out.

      ( -------- ah, now she knows what he wants. )

      her limbs move as though a machine had taken her place,      HER LIPS PRESS UPON HIS OWN, HE COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE STALE BLOOD THERE FROM HER CUT LIPS FROM WHEN HE HAD ATTACKED HER.     her bruises wrist feel weak & damaged fingers feel cold skin of his cheek. 

      otherwise? she is silent as he stares. | | @gallowsgrove

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[starter with @townterror]

“Totally sorry to bother you, but do you know any good sight-seeing spots in this town? I won’t be here for long but I wanna make sure I, like, see all I can!”

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look at that cute ren? what happened. wowie

we gots the cute rens

WE GOT THE NOT CUTE RENS

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townterror replied to your post: There will be three things on this blog. Fawning...

my DUDE

THE GHOUL OF THE HOUR HAS ARRIVED

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@townterror // starter call

    “You work for Mr. World, don’t you?” She’s reclining in the hookah lounge that’s blasting absurdly crude Hungarian death metal. She takes a long draw from nozzle, releasing pungent rose and iron aromas into the air. She’s nonchalantly flips a page in the Apex magazine before scanning over him with a glossy, intrigued gaze.

 “You’re one of ‘em new gods Mr. Wednesday is goin’ on about.” Holly herself was once considered a ‘new god’, but she had long strayed from that group, feeling far more comfortable with her elder brother, Samhain. The older gods were so much more... Real. Holly reaches out, plucks a chip from her open bag of Lays, and pops it in her mouth. “What do I owe the pleasure?” She crunches loudly. 

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@townterror / ♡

             arnold was usually so good, she never needed to use a leash when taking him for walks anymore, he always stayed by her side no matter what. she didn’t realize someone in the neighborhood had, apparently, gotten an outdoor cat, though. the fluffy little creature leaping from it’s rest spot atop the brick fence that lined the sidewalks caught the normally mild-mannered dog’s attention, and this time he went sprinting down the street after it as soon as she’d shut the gate behind them. “ arnold! ” she called after him, suddenly racing to catch up. “ hey! slow down a bit! ”

             she doesn’t manage to catch up until they’ve both turned the corner, and when she does, the cat already seems to have made it’s escape somewhere back over the fence. instead, arnold’s attention has shifted to someone else walking down the street. “ i told you to slow down.... ” she addresses the retriever with a sigh, but kneels to fondly scratch behind his ears anyways. once he’s finally settled down enough, she straightens herself out and turns to the stranger.

“ i’m sorry about him. he’s usually much more well-behaved than this....i hope he didn’t bother you too much. ” she thinks he looks a bit familiar, but she doesn’t know his name at all. 

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hello Hades, nice to meet you! :^)

!!!!!!!!!!!! NICE TO MEET U SATAN