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⠀ ⦗ … ⦘ ⠀⠀ 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝓑͟͟𝐋͟𝐎͟𝐎͟𝐃͟ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝓟͟͟𝐀͟𝐈͟𝐍. ⠀
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﹟ 𝔐͟𝚄͟𝚁͟𝙳͟𝙴͟𝚁͟𝙳͟𝙾͟𝙻͟𝙻͟𝚂͟ ; i need to work on this account it's soo ugly oops
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... ☣️ ‘ 𝒹id you have that dream again?
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‍ ‍ 🫀 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑬. retweeted
kill your heart, and become an unfeeling demon.
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let's make up for the lack of action i got on valentines day. you, me, a massacre for two...
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RT @fivebyfivx: 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕷𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖊 —.• ╰ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ ⤻ ❛── 𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒 ❜ ۰° m̷u̷r̷d̷e̷r̷e̷s̷s̷┊ ⤿ c̸h̸e̸e̸r̸l̸e̸a̸d̸e̸r̸ 𑁍 esp/eng ๛ descrip…
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‍ ‍ 🫀 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑬. retweeted
he lived. served cunt. died. got resurrected. served even more cunt.
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peeling back the velvet curtain of their window to allow a ray of light to escape into the room. with a free hand they raise their dress skirt to expose the pale skin of their thigh, raising it into the stream as it instantly begins to crackle and pop and * burn.
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brows raise, and they grin some with painted lips. “great question. i was tempted t'ask you the same.” they walk from under the meek shadows; a familiar face, maybe. though with a few differences. enough to be a wee but uncanny. “why bother t'drag the corpse away? much more fun
the rush of nourishment has passed. now , to deal with what's left. with not so much of a grunt of effort , Dandridge grasps the poor departed soul by the back of their jacket , and slings the body over his shoulder to carry it off to some secret place. but he was not alone. with a snarl , he twisted around to face the intruder , eyes blazing. “𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ׅׅ𖤠”
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to leave it for someone t'find.”
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“that's so unfair.” the blond complains, legs crossed and an arm holding them up against the brick of the wall next to them. “i had dibs on that one...”
a body slumps to the pavement. a monster slathers his tongue over his crimson-stained maw. much better.
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swaying around in a new dress. something they stole off a poor girls corpse— vintage betsey johnson. so, * duh, they needed it.
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( they wrapped her up in a carpet for modesty. don't worry. they're not that heartless. )
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a thick brow raised at him. sounded like deflection, yet doe didn't question it. just kind of smiled smugly. “i'm a man of many talents.” they hummed, raising a hand to run sharpened nails along angel's chest once they got close enough. dragging them ever so slowly with eyes
"No, I didn't meet anyone." Angel shook his head and he watched them, ever so observant. It was the sort of person Angel was. And he could tell they were amused by the irritation the man was feeling. Which made Angel internally role his eyes. His leg shaking slightly, it was (c)
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following. “always have been... 'm just better now. could rip a mans chest open and display his ribs like butterfly wings if that's what he'd like. if that's what * you'd like. make a cute little bowl out of a girls skull. might have to steal that idea, actually...” tapping a
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free finger against their lip curiously, face furrowed some in consideration.
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RT @FEAROFDYlNG: ripping the throat out of a potential and lapping their tongue slowly over the wound, free hand cradling the back of the g…
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