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kirstyxcotton:

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                                    “𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱?! 𝔉𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱!!”

Oct 5 at 11:22 PM · (6)

PRIEST.

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    THE DEMON,   as  cruel  as  it  was  solemn,  speaks:    GET UP. 

It  stands  tall  over  the  other,  who  lounged  and  groaned  as  it  lay.   Such  priorities  were  never  FORCED —- they  were  demons,  after  all —- but,  the  Hell  Priest  couldn’t  let  another  lay  in  sloth.

We  shall  find  work  for  you  yet ;  cure  you  of  some  of  your  banalities

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half - startled,       the creature sits upright,     one effortless,    FLUID movement      ;       eyes,   dark as pitch, gaze upward.           ‘       –        shall we       ?       ’        it stands,     then   …  the hell priest looms over it,        & the violator nearly sighs.          ‘     i should HOPE so,   ’         it continues,       turning on its heel.      a scoff.                                                         ‘        –       banalities.      i am TICKLED.      

Sep 27 at 12:53 AM · (7)

sadistic-suggestion:

get that weakass “spank me” shit outta here. unless you’re ready to be fucking murdered you can’t handle me

Sep 23 at 04:04 PM · (1210)

cursedsuggestion:

one day it will hurt less. let it.

Sep 23 at 08:03 AM · (265)
tnawl:
“ Silent Servant: “Negative Fascination”
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tnawl:

Silent Servant: “Negative Fascination”

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Sep 22 at 04:03 PM · (1101)

???

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        the scent is—-… is just is. it’s not human, it’s not animal, it’s not prompting wariness or exciting them, but it’s heavily distracting and they only reason why they don’t attempt to investigate is because their stomach rumbles and it feels very much like their true nature might claw its way up their throat and out of their mouth, might prompt them to double over and lose that wavering grip on their humanity. preoccupied with that alone, footfalls don’t reach their ears, but a voice has them freezing and it’s surprising that their neck doesn’t snap with the sheer force with which they jerk their head in its direction.

        panic rises, scatters their thoughts and any whisper of an excuse they might be able to piece together dissipates immediately.❝ —-a walk. ❞ it clicks that it’s not grammatically correct response, and they try again. ❝ i’m just out for a walk. ❞

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     a         –      walk      ?       ’          creatures of earth,      the violator has come to find out,       are quiet CURIOUS.           ‘      you       –       you are walking through a cemetery           ?             i am hardly one to speak,   but    –    ’       unlit eyes,       flitting from the stranger’s face to the grave by which they’re sulking, WIDEN before it continues    :           ‘     is that not a tad bit ODD       ?                  it half   -   shrugs, craning its long,   pale neck.         ‘       &       are you not terribly FRIGHTENED          ?      ’            naturally,     most are less than thrilled to find themselves in the presence of cenobites.

there is a faint LAUGH       :       the noise echos softly around the pair,      and the violator pulls back its lips,     a GROTESQUE  smirk,      all pointed teeth and dry,    white lips.                           ‘     i haven’t   STARTLED    you,    have i       ?        ’

Sep 19 at 04:41 PM · (2)

cursedsuggestion:

you feel hate and narcissism wrap tight around your bones. nothing will harm you again.

Sep 19 at 08:03 AM · (70)