thebubblybutcher

[thebubblybutcher]

hunter squeezes nearly painfully when she hears the other begin to sob. heart wrenching sobs that shoot an unfamiliar arrow-sharpness through her chest, something similar to panic but not quite, something overwhelming that makes her feel slightly sick. she's shaking a bit herself as she holds kat in her vice grip. she hasn't felt anything like this before, such an intense, burrowing heart-pain that throws her in a spin for a moment. she doesn't like it. not at all.

at her broken apologies, she finally pulls away to look at her, black eyes yet again meeting red. she grips her shoulder while a slender hand slides up the other's cheek. pressing in, her deathly cold seeping into living flesh. rough and calloused, yet careful. her brows furrow deeply at the question. she raises her voice, not in anger, but in incredulity.

"you think i'd let you just run off god knows where on your own with people after you??"

she steps closer so their bodies are practically pressed together and tightens her grip as she pauses to take a quick look around, scanning the dark street with hawk-like eyes. then she looks down, settling herself. there's a long moment of silence. thought. when she finally speaks again, her eyes to the ground, her voice is quiet, low. her tone indicates she's holding back from saying what's truly on her mind.

"i.. just needed to make sure you were alright. that's all."

she looks back up, though stops before meeting eyes. a hand reaches behind her and emerges with her red jacket, the one she had left behind. folded neatly like she had taken good care of it, a certain care usually only extended to her most personal and beloved items. she shakes it out and gently drapes it over kat's shoulders. wraps her in it, as if trying to keep her hidden and safe underneath. her next words come out in an almost whisper.

"a little roadtrip's no issue for me. i owe you, anyway."

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[thebubblybutcher]

she felt katherine's hands on her cheeks, solid, cool pressure, and knew she was real. too real. her presence there after what felt like an eternity of only fickle thoughts, blurry dreams, ghosts of her just out of reach. her presence, warm and comforting and grounding. it took hunter a little while to fully absorb. for her feet to feel the ground again.

after kat's small words, she holds her gaze for another moment. she feels a pang of something unfamiliar, something sharp and fuzzy all at once, accompanied by a sudden, intense urge for something she didn't care to discern. she lurches forward and wraps herself around the other. her hands clutch and claw as if holding onto something beloved and long lost, cold palms smoothing over the familiar texture of her soft knitted sweater. her embrace is tight, reverent, protective in a way. she holds her like she's afraid to let go. head falling, she nuzzles into the crook of kat's neck and takes in her faint scent. her breathing has started to shake, as does her voice, quiet and raspy like she hasn't used it in quite a while.

"there you are.. there you are.. it's alright... it's alright, lovely. i've got you."

so uncharacteristically gentle. so endlessly relieved. it's a tone no one would have ever expected out of such an invidual as hunter. she spoke like katherine was something simply too precious.

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[thebubblybutcher]

it steps closer. a stalk forward, until their face is half illuminated by the dull light. wild, sunken in eyes, stuck wide with disbelief, hollowed out cheeks framed with dark locks. she's pale as a ghost, her splatter of freckles missing. she tilts her head. stares at kat like she's trying to discern if she's real, if she's there. the absence of a smile leaves her face hollow and grim.

a grin cuts her cheeks. she almost stumbles forward, her body moving before her feet in almost a lurch until she's standing right in front of her in the shop window. in the light, she looks.. different. this smile is unlike the ones she was used to, this one was warm. relieved. happy. that ever-looming presence of confidence and control the hunter wielded had been stripped entirely from her. replaced, as it seemed, to something like desperation.

she eagerly lifted her boney hands as if to touch the other. then stopped. then balled her fists with a thick swallow and refrained from making contact as her smile dropped again. she didn't want to touch her. she did want to, so badly, but she was sure that if she did, her hands would slip right through, and this would all be an elaborate hallucination. in the slim chance this was real, did hunter even deserve to touch her? her breathing was ragged as black irises peered hesitantly into red. she was shaking. trying not to get her hopes up for what could be another twisted trick of her mind. in her eyes, she, at best, looked torn from reality. nearly half insane.

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

[thebubblybutcher]

....

is that you?

[thebubblybutcher]

elaborate on the rats????

"eheheh... well my room gets rats from time to time. they're looking for food, and the only food that happens to be down here is human meat.. so they've gotten the taste for it and now i have to make sure they're fed every morning or they'll chew on us in our sleep. i named them!"

[thebubblybutcher]

What’s your morning routine like ?

"you lot certainly enjoy getting personal! well, i get up, get put together, feed the rats in the walls so they don't have an apetite for us.. by the time i've meandered to the main room everyone else is up and about, so i have a cup of tea and faff around until we have to go kill some sorry sods! it's nothing special. some of my coworkers have much more interesting routines.."

[thebubblybutcher]

mod is finally out of art block !!! you are all in considerable danger.

[thebubblybutcher]

Do you ever have nightmares? Do you remember them? Do you think they mean anything?

"oh, mostly every night. luckily, sleeping in the cellar means i don't wake the others with my screaming, hahah!! haven't gotten more than four hours of shut eye in years!"

"i..... no. nope! i don't remember them."

[thebubblybutcher]

You believe me like a god

I'll betray you like a man

— Mitski

[thebubblybutcher]

Sculptures by Ibis Hospital

[thebubblybutcher]

i've never felt this before. such a horrible.. ache. like i'm hungry, but i can't keep anything down.

i find little pieces of her everywhere.

god, make it stop.

[thebubblybutcher]

i miss her.

[thebubblybutcher]

The birds would like some new people to interact with

Please reblog if you are within the tf2 community and are comfortable with Medic’s doves visiting your blog

[thebubblybutcher]

Girl breakfast!!!! 🥰❤️😚💕💕🥞🍳😚💗😋💗☕️🥛🍖☺️☺️💖‼️

*blurry image of disembowled corpse*

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What do you WANT for christmas?

"oh, well.. i'm not sure, i've never thought about it! people usually don't give me things! hm... i suppose my tools are getting rusty.."

she smiles, thinking about something.

"and i quite like those little specimens and dioramas i got from engel."

[thebubblybutcher]

Where did you go last year for the holidays?

"..... out! on the town! no reason i can't have a bash without those blokes, right? i only got arrested for a little while! eheheh.. don't tell miss pauling that. i'll be well in it."