Joined January 2026
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—— I c-c-can’t die, motherfucker!
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:3 babiessss
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ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ ! retweeted
do i weird you out or have i weirded you in
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She likes biting on teeth. It makes her skull feel funny.
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Any bone will do, to be honest. She’s not picky!
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she can bite his finger! maybe that will help :)
Replying to @SeacretKeeper
he bites his finger , but it’s hardly satisfactory .
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“Yyyyeah!” She returns the squeeze, perhaps slightly harder than intended, and stands up to run into the house. She leaves behind a trail of– something, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “I’m hungry!”
“That’s alright. I’m happy you ain’t dead. You wanna come in, creature?” Logan squeezes it’s filthy hands and grins, full of teeth.
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Morning. As she stretches, a couple of her bones crack and resettle where they’re supposed to be. It was a rough night.
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ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ ! retweeted
For now I am half-numb, half-raw.
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Little bodies, skittering around her. She presses herself back against the wall, her hands on her ears, trying to silence a thousand whiny voices. “Shhhhhush! Shut up! Fucking shut up!”
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She hisses back, but her grin remains. She wouldn’t hurt her friend’s friends. Not Logan’s, at least. She’s not stupid. Her hands touch hers, full of mud and dried blood. “Nah, I j-j-just needed some time alone, b-back home”.
Alligators — Sid and Nancy. They hiss, as if telepathic. Friends. Logan bends, as if too coo and coax over a cute little rodent. “I did. Thought you up and died. Silly me, huh? It’s good to see you.”
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// Munday ft. green hair!
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body and blood. body and blood. body and blood.
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She shrugs, chuckling, every movement exaggerated. Crawling towards Logan, her eyes briefly flicker toward the giant lizard-thing. What are they called, again? No matter. She’s too happy to care. “Aroooound. Did ya m-miss me?”
More squinting, stepping further out — avoiding a massive hole where an alligator seethes just beneath in the murky water. “Oh, fuck.” A slow grin curling at her lips like paper catching fire. She lowers the shotgun. “Where you been, little critter?”
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—— I c-c-can’t die, motherfucker!
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CHARACTER INFO—; 𓆨 She/it, 27 years old. 𓆨 Human. Mostly. Apparently. 𓆨 Lives alone in a big, old, filthy house. 𓆨 Can’t die. She’s tried.
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CHARACTER INFO—; 𓆨 She/it, 27 years old. 𓆨 Human. Mostly. Apparently. 𓆨 Lives alone in a big, old, filthy house. 𓆨 Can’t die. She’s tried.
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STARTER CALL —; - Like this post for a small, plotless starter
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Her head moves up at incredible speed, black eyes briefly flashing in the light before they look human again. A too wide, overly toothed smile smears across her dirty lips. “F-f-friend!”
Stepping out onto her rotten porch, racking a shotgun — squinting through the bugs swarming under the yellow light.
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STARTER FOR @NORDICAXEMAN —; The bar is loud, but not loud enough for her. She can still hear the click-clack of her teeth, bent over the trash and eating some cigarette butts outside in the alleyway. Pale fingers scratch and dig, looking for something else. She’s hungry.
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STARTER CALL —; - Like this post for a small, plotless starter
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Digging through @LIVINGD3ADGlRL ‘s trash.
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