#vilebodies

[greysccle]

damn, missing you onion breathe. @vilebodys

[feraldogbites]

continued from here.

she cocks her head like a confused dog, to the side with bulging coal - colored eyes that pierce right through eden. her blessing was meant positively — wishing eden a safe return, the two of them stand awkwardly by the secret back exit. the humiliating nickname that has been going around is well known to her, but she is bravely ignoring it. " the Other God watches over both of us. we are her children, thus she prays for our salvation. " the words an easy learnt mantra, because she is spoken to, by the other god, if that was not clear yet. " i will accompany you on your travels. " a statement rather than a question.

[greysccle]

Sheathing his hand blade, he laughed at the remarks. It was crazy to go out by yourself unless you were experienced, but even then that didn't guarantee safety. He just met Eden the other day and knew she was going to be a handful that he wouldn't be able to get a full grip of understanding her, though trying was something he was going to attempt today. " Hold your horses, tone it back. " Gesturing with his eyes for her to go first, he looked at the exit and stepped aside. " Talk to the wrong person, and they'd gladly watch up get eaten by one of those things. "

a  smile  crosses  delicate  features,   voice  wrapped  in  dripping  honey  and  draped  with  feigned  sweetness  as  if  it  would  disguise  the  crude  words  falling  from  her  lips.     ❛  you  still  remember  how  to  kill,  right  ?  ❜  she  asks,  a  statement  more  than  a  question,  and  perhaps  if  listened  closely  resembling  an  order.  she  hates  getting  her  hands  dirty,  bloody  actually  and  death  always  sticks  and  lingers  too  long.  “  i  mean  if  not,  don’t  follow  me  .”  you’d  be  useless  .  a  thought  that  would  never  escape  her  and  threaten  her  facade  she’d  tailored  flawlessly.  “  i  don’t  want  you  to  get  hurt  .  ”

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : OPEN 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : that one secret exit to get outside

[mcrshlands]

status: @vilebodys location: two miles from sea cliff

The plan had been screw. . .just a little. . .well, maybe just by a lot. What was meant to be only an in and out kind of mission turned into upside down and literally backfired. The source of where Hannah got about the convenient store being loaded with medical supplies ended up to be fake, a scandalous scam preformed more daily these days, and Hannah fell for it. With her arm scraped from being slammed against the wall and barely escaping with her breathe, she was sure she broke a rib or two, " just keep moving. don't look back. " advising Nisa to pave the pathway away and encouraging herself to keep moving with the adrenaline and fear co-existing. If she stopped for any reason, the dead would surely get her. If only, she had listened to Nisa from the get-go on how dangerous it was.

[cinefast]

#theglasskey #laclefdeverre #veronicalake #alanladd #briandonlevy #vilebodies in corrupted #losangeles https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce5nzUqrvQH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[andyromero]

fear subsided, replaced by a cautious curiosity. the grip on the handle of her blade loosened, but remained firm nevertheless. "never gets easier, does it?" even after five years of navigating on paper maps and instinct, it was all too easy to wander off into the unknown. not only were they plagued by lingering memories of how life used to be, but new dangers lurked around every corner. the worst part of it all? the dead walking weren't the ones she feared most. "sea cliff marina? what's their deal?" confusion spiked her veins, but she revealed nothing. what little trust she had in the group was centered around the man leading it. "what happens if you get too close?" she had a few guesses, her wrists aching with phantom pains from the rope her captors had placed there two months earlier. luckily, she'd had someone looking out for her, a luxury that others didn't.

it  was  stupid.  a  pathetic  attempt  to  grasp  for  hope  in  a  world  willing  to  devour  every  shred  of  humanity  she  so  desperately  tried  to  protect.  but  being  out  and  not  in  front  of  the  machine,  echoing  voices  that  only  elevated  the  feeling  of  being  detached  from  life,  was  healing.  almost  a  painful  reminder  that  there  was  still  hope  she  could  attempt  to  grasp.   she  was  out  to  allow  herself  to  clear  her  thoughts,  a  dangerous  luxury  considering  she  could’ve  just  stayed  inside  but  she  needed  to  get  out,  let  the  gloom  thaw  in  the  little  warmth  that  still  lingered  in  the  air.   “  what  ?”  she  allowed  herself  to  dream  again,  a  habit  too  reckless  in  this  world.  and  only  after  a  few  seconds  too  late,  she  grabbed  the  knife  in  her  pocket.  “  oh,  me  too  …  but  i  guess  i’ve  lost  my  way.  ”  she  said,  inspecting  the  other.  “  maybe  we  can  help  each  other  out  ?  find  out  and  get  away  from  here.  it  looks  like  we’re  near  sea  cliff  marina  territory  and  i’d  rather  not  get  into  trouble  with  them.  ”

[cara-rouge]

My gods I wish I'd lived in 1920s London. #parties #vilebodies #waugh (at Reflections Rooftop Bar @ The Rosewood Hotel)

[retlasneb]

#latergram spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon walking through @whiterabbitgallery Hybrid humans #iseepenis #gallery #art #sculpture #lazysunday #touristinmyowncity #chinese #vilebodies #culture #whiterabbitgallery #modernart #chineseart (at White Rabbit Gallery)

[gloriamoncada]

@cacnola @megprinter @gillawatts #queerpunkrockshow #vilebodies (at Contemporary Arts Center, New Orleans) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8Xx0mhls8qKHPs-rOwfmufaxCByh9SdzQGlt80/?igshid=10l8rdt0cmekt

[greysccle]

@vilebodys

UPGRADED (2024) dir. Carlson Young

[thevilebodies-blog]

Vile Bodies // Horseshoe Tavern January 2017

Photo by Ben Bush https://www.facebook.com/TrashBoyPhotography

[fjmolteni]

#xiaxiaowan #australia #contemporaryart #man #women #3d #glass #time #body #vilebodies (at White Rabbit Gallery)

[thesycophanticslags72]

"-all that succession and repetition of massed humanity . . . Those vile bodies . . ." #EvelynWaugh #VileBodies #bookstagram #CurrentlyReading (at Faubourg Marigny)

[feraldogbites]

he  welcomes  the  darkness  with  open  arms  and  a  pained  smile  —  he  made  a  habit  out  of  it  —  every  few  nights,  when  his  head  fills  with  taunting  shadows  as  it  does  so  often  lately,  he  steps  out  of  the  marina.  ventures  further,  sometimes  too  close  to  the  other  settlements,  sometimes  away  from  them  all  —  exploring  the  unknown  that  is  so  dark  and  grim  in  this  new  world.

tonight  is  no  different.  the  excuse  of  going  for  a  patrol  and  to  'be  left  alone'  an  efficient  way  that  no  one  follows  him.  and  during  the  brief  patrol  that  should  have  been  peaceful  (  because  who  has  the  balls  to  bother  the  sea  cliff  raiders?  )  hawk  -  like  eyes  spot  a  figure  crounching  near  a  tree.  shotgun  immediately  points  at  the  intruder,  orders  spit  mercilessly,  voice  stern,  determined.  "  arms  up,  get  on  the  floor  face  down.  no  funny  business,  you  hear  me?  "  marcia's  soft  words  vanish  beneath  the  intensity  of  his  vocal  cords.  "  no  funny  business  n'  you're  going  to  be  fine.  "

starter : closed @feraldogbites

location : near the sea cliff marina

the  sun  struggled  to  pierce  through  the  sky  of  a  world  long  fallen,  darkness  capturing  the  last  hints  of  warmth  and  light  as  marcia  crouched  behind  a  tree.  her  gaze  was   lingering  in  unknowing  emptiness,  unaware  of  what  (  or  more importantly  who  )  she  expected,  swallowing  the  threat  of  hope  and  fear  blooming  and  withering  with  every  noise  daring  to  interrupt  the  silence.  she’d  learned  to  stop  hoping.  it  was  a  dangerous  thing  that  would  haunt  her  forever  if  she  wasn’t  careful.  still,  she  couldn’t  completely  turn  away  from  it.  grasping  for  an  inevitable  past  when  she  thought  she’d  seen  him  earlier.  even  now  she  was  flinching  ,  her  heart  beating  violently  against  her  chest  when  she  imagined  seeing  him  again.  blinking  at  the  shadowy  figure  bearing  the  same  mannerism,  but  everything  else  was  blurred  by  the  burn  of  tears.  it  could  be  a  ghost. a  trick  of  her  mind  and  another  cruel  twist  in  this  nightmare.  and  yet  …  “  rudy ”  she  whispered,  voice  breaking  like  a  brittle  leaf.  it  couldn’t  be.  and  she  immediately  turned  around,  wiping  away  any  evidence  of  wasted  emotions.  what  was  she  thinking,  risking  her  life  by  exposing  herself.  “  i’m  sorry  ..  i  thought  ..  i  mean  …   i  don’t  mean  no  harm.  ”

[retlasneb]

#latergram spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon walking through @whiterabbitgallery. Hybrid humans. #zoomin #shh #dontlooktooclose #art #sculpture #lazysunday #touristinmyowncity #chinese #vilebodies #culture #whiterabbitgallery #modernart #chineseart (at White Rabbit Gallery)

[thevilebodies-blog]

vile bodies live 2016