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jasmines-library · 6 months

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 25: prompt: “Hunted down/failed escape”

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Summary: Whilst on a hunt for a meal, you come across what appears to be the perfect victims, however things go downhill quickly when you realise that they are hunters and you are their prey. And when you try to run, you realise you have a bigger problem that would leave you trapped in the woods with no where to go: The sun is rising quickly…

Warnings: Failed Escape, torture? (Stakes and Holy water), some weird holy water drip thing?, blood, death.

Word count: 2.7k

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It was unusually warm in Santa Carla for the time of year, which meant that the boardwalk was heaving. Although the leaves donning their usual golden hues, the chill that was carried through the air was absent. The night was busy and disorientating with swarm of people the bright lights flitting in and out of the shops. All of the extra people created extra noise and with your vampire senses you could smell each and every one of them like someone was playing them through a megaphone. There jangle of change being tossed around in a pocket, the sound of a zip being undone, a chesty cough, a string of laughter in between broken conversations. It was nauseating.

However it was your turn to lure in the night’s feed, so you were left with no choice but to begrudgingly stroll around the centre of activity. Dwayne had offered to give you company but you turned it down, telling him that you wanted to enjoy the scenery. Besides, your story would be more believable if there wasn’t a leather-clad motorcyclist hovering around you. You wandered along the boardwalk, swinging your arms by your sides and keeping your eyes peeled for someone who looked gullible enough to be drawn in. Perhaps an ignorant surf-nazi who only thought with his dick or someone of that sort.

The night was still young by the time you spotted him: tall and tan with a mop of dark, greasy hair, prancing around the boardwalk like he owned the place. He was with another man of a similar age, who donned a similar demeanour. You tailed the pair for a while, creeping around in their shadows as they went about their business. Their behaviour was what you would expect it be: brawny. And childish. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at their ignorance.

Slowly you began to grown impatient as they hung around the boardwalk. The sun would rise soon and if you weren’t home by then…

You shook the thought from your mind. You would be fine, you told yourself. Worst comes to worst you would just have to leave early and snag someone on the way home, but you didn’t like the mess and the fact that it made your hands sticky.

“You okay, Doll?” David asked through your mind link. You could practically picture him in your mind, just from his tone of voice. He would be sat on his wheelchair with a cigarette lit between his fingers. Most likely weed. And his right leg would be crossed over his left as he lounged, pretending that the fact that you weren’t home yet wasn’t nothing him when really it was all he could think about.

“Fine.” You replied. “It’s just taking longer than usual. I’ll be back before sunrise I promise.”

The two boys you had been following were slowly teetering towards the edge of the boardwalk, inching away from the crowds and down the steps to the beach. You swerved through the crowds to trail behind them. When they reached a secluded area under the pier, they stopped and you darted behind one of the pillars.

“We know you’re there, bloodsucker. Are you going to come out or are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Had your heart still been beating, it would have stopped dead in your chest. How long had they known? You stepped out into the light, you face contorted into that vampire look: golden eyes and bared teeth.

The man spat at you. “You think that’s gonna work?”

Someone grabbed you roughly from behind, wrapping an icy claw around your forearm. You let out an animalistic growl, breaking away from his grasp with your vampiric strength. You lunged forwards to try and take one of them down. You had faced worse odds before, but one of them was clutching a vial of holy water which he flicked at you. Your skin sizzled and you howled as it melted your skin.

Snarling, you turned and fled, slipping away from the hunters, but they weren’t far behind. They were smart. You could see the sliver of blue emerging on the skyline as the sun began to rise. The hunters had been stalling to try and trap you under the sunlight. And for a heart wrenching moment, it looked like it was working.

So you ran.

Feet slapping against the ground and scuffing against the protruding roots and the sleeves of your jacket snagged against the trees and thorns, tearing at the hand sewn patches on your jacket. You knew it would bother you later; you had sewn them on with Marko, but right now you didn’t care. They were hot on your heels and you had to get away.

The hunters were gaining on you, trailing behind you as you fled towards the cave, trying to use the woodland as shelter from the rising sun.

You could feel the way that the sun was affecting you. It made your eyes droop and your body feel like it weighed a thousand times more than it should have done as you moved. Perhaps it was the reason that your movements had began to grow sluggish.

“David?” You implored, racing towards safety. You weren’t sure if you were going to get there before the golden flecks of sunlight rose complete above the ocean to cast a soft glow on the shimmering water.

“Doll? Where are you?” It wasn’t David that replied. No, this voice was too openly concerned.

“Hunters.” You panted. “They knew I was following them. I’m on my way but I- they’re going to get me. I’m not going to make it back…”

“What?!” This time it was David. He growled the word through gritted teeth.

“Babe? You need to keep going. Where are you?” Dwayne urged.

“I’m on the bluff…the woods… I can’t go any further…” the sunlight assaulted your eyes as you stumbled to a stop at the edge of the trees, trapped by the light under the shelter of the leaves. You clung to the trunk.

“Come on, baby. You’re so close. You have to keep going.” Paul? You weren’t sure anymore, your head was too foggy and all you could focus on was that big ball of fiery light that shone. It was ironic really. You had forgotten how beautiful it could be in your many years of slinking away from it. But you couldn’t revel in its beauty as you collapsed to your knees, unable to withstand the affects of its spell.

“I can’t…”you muttered. The hunters approached quickly. “It’s already too late…”

There was a choral cry of your name.

“I’m sorry…”

The only thing you could register when you awoke was pain. Raw and fiery as the holy water sizzled on your skin like oil in a pan. You screamed, body bucking against the pain.

“Be quiet.” Someone hissed at you, emptying the rest of their flask on your skin. You muffled a cry by sinking your fangs into your lip, they drew blood.

You weren’t sure where you were. Or what time it was for that matter. You knew from the light that shone through the window that it was still day. You edged away from the light, as far as the beam you were tied to would let you. You knew that as the sun moved, you would eventually be caught in its light.

“What do you want from me?” You wailed.

The man grinned, screwing the cap back onto the empty flask before throwing it over his shoulder. It clattered against the floor. “Don’t worry. We’re not gonna kill you.”

“Yet.” The other interjected. He was leaning up against the wall sharpening a stake.

“You’re just the bait. We’re just gonna make sure to hurt you nice and slow, just until the rest of the bloodsuckers arrive. Then, I’m going to drive that stake right through your heart.”

“You’re a dead man.” You told him.

David and the boys would be on their way soon. You knew it. As soon as the moon replaced the sun they would be on their way. You had tried to reach out to them through the link, but nothing came up but static. They had retreated to the back of the cave to sleep, sheltered from the cruel sun. What you should have been doing, but you just had to make sure you got a good catch, didn’t you?

“We’ll see.” The Hunter tilted his head as he floated towards an old IV stand. He fiddled with the bag filled with clear liquid. It was connected to a thin wire in that led to a small needle. Noticing your curiosity, he flicked the head of the cylinder to remove the bubbles and flicked the switch the start the flow of the liquid before moving toward you. “Holy water.”

You chucked. They were going to try and cure you. “That’s not going to work, dipshit.”

He just shrugged, inserting the needle into the crook of your arm. “Maybe not. But it’ll hurt like a bitch.”

He was right. You held back a scream as the liquid began to trickle into your veins.

“Go fuck yourself.” You gritted out.

“Sit tight, little vampire.”

Dwayne couldn’t sleep. He had tried to, but your words swirled around his brain like a disease.

‘I can’t. It’s too late…I’m sorry’

Then there was that fateful silence that gripped his heart tightly and squeezed, tearing at the strings. His brothers had retreated to the cave, deciding that they needed to gain their strength to leave at sunset. But Dwayne was wide awake. It wasn’t unusual for him to be up at this hour of the day. He often chose to revel in the peace and quiet and curl up with a book, but this time he just sat, bouncing his leg up and down.

Dwayne wasn’t sure what was worse. Not being able to feel you, or only being able to feel your agony. Because that was the decision he was faced with when you woke up. He had tried to reach out to you, and could feel you probing around in the link, but your mind wasn’t focused enough to get anywhere.

“Dwayne? Come on man, you’re stinking the place out. Go back to bed.” Marko peered around the corner bleary eyed from sleep. He had shed his patchwork jacket and was wandering round barefoot. He didn’t like the absence of your bodies in the cave, they left an empty, cold hole, but it was your discomfort that forced him to make the move. He knew that his brother would still be in the same spot he was when they left, wallowing in your pain. He couldn’t bare to leave him like that.

“Sorry.”

“She’ll be okay. She’s tough.”

“It’s just…” Dwayne threw his hands up. “I offered to go with her. I should have insisted…”

“Stop that.” Marko almost snapped. “Come on. You haven’t fed and we’re all going to need out strength. It looks like we’re having Hunter for breakfast.”

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You couldn’t take it anymore. The pain had begun to become unbearable as it seemed to burn you from the inside out. It was an agony you had never felt before. And you had lived a long time. No matter how much you writhed, there was no release from the pain and the needle wouldn’t budge.

The two hunters hadn’t returned, but you could smell them nearby. They reaked of fear. You hadn’t given much thought to how you would die, but you never thought you would go out this way. Left alone to suffer a painful death in an unknown building, surrounded by nothing but your own screams.

Unsure of exactly how much time had passed, as your body began to grow numb and your screams faded to whimpers, you watched as the light coming from the windows shrunk. They would be coming soon. You told yourself. Just a little longer. But you were beginning to lose hope as your body withered away. And then you heard it. A faint tickle in the back of your mind.

“Y/n…”

“Hmm?”

“Stay with us doll, we’re on our way.”

“Can’t...”

David knew that. He could feel your silent cries for help.

“You have to try, Doll.”

“M’kay”

Suddenly, they felt a rise of panic bubble up within you.

“Y/n?”

You heard him and could sense them drawing nearer, but couldn’t compel your body to reply. The hunters had returned again.

One of them raised the stake he had been sharpening. “It’s showtime.”

As the door flew open and two of the blonds emerged with angry eyes and sharp teeth in full display, he raised the stake, hovering it over your heart.

“Ah ah.” He chided. “Not a step closer.”

“Get away from her.” Paul growled, observing your state. Your head hung to the side, permanently contorted into a look of pain. You eyes were squeezed shut and you mouth was agape. He saw the IV buried deep in your arm, following it to the half-empty bag. He took in the way your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you fought to keep yourself awake. You were dying. For the second time.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making demands here.” He pressed the stake harder against your skin and the scent of your blood began to fill the air. But it was off. “See, right now we have holy water pumping through her pretty veins, burning her insides out slowly. If you do what we say, then it stops. And we’ll allow her to heal. If you don’t? Then bye bye baby.”

Paul and Marko gave each other an unspoken glance.

Marko gestured to you. “You back away from her first. Until then we’re not doing shit.”

With a brief nod, they backed away, ripping the needle from your arm, but keeping the stake poised.

“Better.”

“Now. Where are the other two?”

“Right fucking behind you, halfwit.” David grabbed the man from behind, tearing a chunk out of his neck before throwing him unceremoniously to the dusty ground. That was when Paul and Marko surged forward, wrapping their hands and tearing away at the others skin mercilessly.

Dwayne was crouching next to you, running his hands over your skin, it was oddly warm, which concerned the vampire and caused him to knit his brows together in concern. You whimpered at the contact.

“Babe?”

You squinted at him, using your energy to try and lift your head. You made out his dark hair.

“Dwayne?” You slurred “ s’you?”

“Yeah. It’s us. We’re here.”

You hummed, but it didn’t really mean anything. Your mind was beginning to lose control over your body- your world was now just a blur of pain as Dwayne disappeared momentarily.

Then the familiar coolness of David’s leather gloves against your chin as he angled it upwards. His lips moved but you didn’t understand what he was saying. And then there was hot, sticky blood trickling from your lips. It gave you strength, but did little to ease the pain.

“Y/n?” David’s voice broke through.

“Hurts.” It was the only thing you knew at that moment. So it was the first word you mustered up.

“I know doll. I know. We’re gonna fix it I promise.”

He turned to his brothers and they all moved into position and soon the pain that circulated your body was replaced by four new ones as each of them sank their fangs into your skin and began to drink. The thought that the holy water in your blood probably hurt them crossed your mind, but they would do anything to save you. When your body began to grow woozy, something warm was forced into your mouth as you were encouraged to drink.

You took slow, but greedy sips as the liquid ran down your raw throat. The four of them watched you anxiously.

“Y/n?”

You pulled away, feeling much stronger than before. Still not 100%, but less like you were on the verge of death.

“I’m okay…”

There was a visible shift as they all relaxed to the ground. And then you were surrounded by four pairs of arms, who refused to let you go. You didn’t mind, choosing to cherish the moment, knowing that you would be around for a long time to come.

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suitmana · 29 days

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i will be the first to admit that this might be reaching a bit. also discussions of religious concepts in lgts ahead

so catholicism in lgts is explored through the struggles of living in a small catholic town like kieferberg, and literally everything about walpurga, the forest deity turned saint. but imo there's also something to be said about how elise obtains the tender flesh: this might be a reflection of the sacrament of the eucharist as understood during the medieval era.

but what is the eucharist anyway?

in catholic doctrine the eucharist is supposed to be the body of christ manifested through transubstantiation: the transformation of bread and wine into his flesh and blood respectively. this is based on the events of the last supper in the bible, wherein before his death jesus offers his body to his disciples through the bread and wine that they share. thing is, current understanding of transubstantiation is moreso in a metaphysical sense: catholics who do believe in it don’t actually think that they’re eating jesus’ physical body.

that wasn't always the case with medieval catholicism, however. there were theorists like st aquinas and berengar who argued for a metaphysical transubstantiation, but powerful church officials like cardinal humbert (who actually forced berengar to recount his claims) also believed that the faithful partaking in the eucharist were actually eating the literal, physical flesh and blood of jesus. there was quite a bit of concern too because of this: the body of christ, torn apart and chewed on by not just the faithful, but potential sinners?

the average catholic of that time probably didn't care much for the specifics of how transubstantiation worked (either way, the bread is/represents jesus, whether or not that was physical or not), but the point is there was an ongoing debate—if only among high-ranking church officials and theologians—about what the eucharist really was. now keep in mind that aforementioned literal physicality of the eucharist, and how similarly that plays out to the relevant witching hour segments in lgts.

i want to first highlight the scene where the crows in murim's domain rip out parts of elise's hair for the wheat testament:

and the aftermath:

they sure are hungry, huh? and the way they get at elise is pretty violent, judging by her screams and the sounds of tearing flesh. their carnal hunger, expressed through their lines and the violence in how they form the wheat testament from her hair, brings to mind similar fears of an animalistic, near sacrilegious ingestion of a certain sacred body turned bread, only this time realized in a demonic trial. in other words, the entire trial subverts christ's supposed physical presence in the bread. besides, it's stated outright that elise is meant to physically combine a piece of her body—her hair—into that wheat.

she does just that in the windmill:

her hair baked into the (apparently unleavened) bread is the tender flesh that the crows hungered for, that would eventually find its way onto ozzy's table.

so the process of acquiring the tender flesh seems to imitate that transubstantiation in the celebration of the eucharist. if that's the case, i wonder why ozzy and his minions would design them this way…

btw here's my sources for medieval transubstantiation (despite my unhinged rambling i did do a bit of research):

https://www.jstor.org/stable/23964057 (Ego Berengarius by Chadwick, H., 1989)

https://global.oup.com/academic/product/some-later-medieval-theories-of-the-eucharist-9780199658169 (Some Later Medieval Theories of the Eucharist by Adams, M. M., 2010)

#little goody two shoes #lgts #elise lgts #father hans' study #considering that the game takes place from the pov of someone who's not a fan of the church #which considering that it's kieferberg is understandable #it's interesting how readily she throws herself into what's basically a subversion of one of catholicism's most central sacraments #and to her credit she does technically get what she wants #even if it is a monkey's paw #it gives me Feelings #haven't analyzed the sweetest nectar in connection to this yet #but there are some parallels i feel #or similar functions #as the wine accompanying the bread in the eucharist #so the sweetest nectar—which does look like red wine and is made from a mixture of blood and water—accompanies the tender flesh #definitely did not plan on posting this during holy week no not at allllll

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lilyharvord · 6 months

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I need people to understand that my hyperfixation ships are limited to one thing: a man who is usually in full control of himself meeting 1 woman and losing complete and utter control over absolutely everything he does.

I just like to watch when they go full feral for a woman who could literally chew them up and spit them out, but choses to let them stick around because I don't know, it's nice to have someone carrying their bag or whatever.

#red queen #mare did this twice over so she gets double points #this is why I adore Marecal #I am forever feral over the line: I will protect you as long as I can #AND: I thought of you in the end I saw your face in the water #THAT MAN IS RIDICULOUS FOR THAT. He did not need to go around re-inventing love #cause I mean... man was a full blood prince with “responsibilities” and he seriously fell apart over a woman who was 5'2“#and dont even get me started On kanthony #I am unironically obsessed with the scene in the library and the line: AND IT IS NOT FAR ENOUGH #ridiculous that this man sniffed the air behind her as she walked by #like sir you are in HEAT stop it XD #and of course i could never forget about Delilah Bard and Kell Marsh #holy shit talk about a man with his life in order who met one woman and became so fucking smitten he spent a whole book low key crying #about her being gone and then getting stupidly excited over seeing her again #and then left his brother behind to go sail on a boat with her XD when she clearly only keeps him around for minimal purposes #I swear to god I went FERAL OVER “there is no where you can go” said the Antari to her prince “that I cannot follow”#SHUT UP she loves him so much😭😭😭😭😭😭 and she refused to admit it to him #a darker shade of magic #fragile threads of power

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spiderslvts · 15 days

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incomingalbatross · 11 months

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I guess he did have a knowledge given he spent 30 years in Ireland and his wife fully converted to Catholicism a few years after Dracula. But not intimate knowledge.

Those do definitely seem like indicators he would have been exposed to knowledge of the Eucharist. (I didn't know that about his wife!) But just going by the text of Dracula, either Bram Stoker did not have any real understanding of the Catholic doctrine of the True Presence, or he was willfully ignoring it. I tend to assume the first—it's something that it's very easy to pick up a watered-down version of, if (as you say) you have no intimate knowledge of the subject.

#but in case you're curious #YOU DO NOT BREAK THE BODY OF CHRIST INTO BITS AND SCATTER IT ON THE GROUND JUST TO MAKE A BLESSED BARRIER LINE #catholics have SO MANY holy substances MADE to fill both physical and spiritual needs! holy water! blessed salt! blessed everything!#it's the Church's whole THING!#you don't need to commit DESECRATION of CHRIST'S LITERAL BODY AND BLOOD #van helsing shouldn't even have been allowed that kind of ACCESS without being a priest by any normal rules #(this is not aimed at you anon! this is me yelling at my Least Favorite Thing In Dracula again)#dracula #dracula daily spoilers #catholic #asks #anon asks

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hollowboobtheory · 6 months

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my ex doctor took pity and wrote me a refill I'm gonna fucking cry holy shit

#beck rambles #i made a fucking mistake i told my clients im off my meds so im gonna me a little out of it today #and the hypochondriac one smelled fucking blood in the water #shes been a menace in general this week but holy shit #i told her i dont have much patience today and what did she do break her fucking motor chair

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tardigradetheking · 1 year

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Dceased was good because it took away the heroes plot armor

DC vs vampires is bad because it gave that plot armor to the vampires

#dceased #dc vs vampires #How defug did they make Superman a vampire #A man powered by the sun #How does vampire Superman powered by the sun still have super powers #Why does Starfire's blood protect against holy symbols?!#Protecting against sunlight I get but holy water and crosses #Why do the vampires get to cover the sky in smog then not deal with a winter wasteland #Why hasn't the climate changed #Why did wonder woman's lasso not protect her from brainwashing. I'm told that's like a third of what it does #Why didn't martian man hunter notice vampire hal Jordan #Where is plastic man?!?!

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ananapanini · 5 months

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Free Palestine 🇵🇸

#current death toll is 11.470 #in one month #that’s more than the entire Ukraine-Russia war so far #like holy fuck #5000 children #only 13 Hamas members dead #and the living?#no medicine #no electricity #no food #no anesthesia #no water #I can’t imagine anyone going through their period there. no access to hygiene products #again: No Water #pregnant women giving birth? no anesthesia if they need a c section #no post natal care #no way to clean themselves of the blood and fluids #not even speaking of the babies #until the recent rain they’ve been using sea water mixed with sewage run off #to drink to ‘clean’ to do everything #because that’s all they’ve had #I feel horrible for the Israeli hostages and their families too #imagine your family member being taken hostage to an unknown location #and then your governments response is to bomb the entire region they might be held in #without hesitation or precision #Israel treats holocaust survivors horribly. it treats nonwhite Jews horribly. Israel has never cared about protecting Jewish people #it is a Zionist ethnostate #and I can’t believe it’s lasted this long #or that people in this day and age are able to buy into that level of absurd propaganda #we are the first generation with phones. able to watch a genocide in real time. and yet

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sosaysdean · 1 year

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How was the episode?

very much the same. themes and motifs

#whole ep was about fate #dean starts narrating about fate and how he pushed the first domino and blah blah #but it was a vampire ep #and based on this magic amulet johns fate was to be killed by a vampire and the ep is like. everyone trying to prevent that from happening #also mary and John are dating now and they were keeping it a secret from latika and Carlos #betty who’s johns ex and also a cop is suspicious of Mary cause she’s like. a trouble maker blah blah #at the end John tells his mom to kill him (lol) and when the vampire bites him it’s dead man’s blood #and then they revived him ????? using cpr ??? like it didn’t work and they gave up and then he gasped and woke up like ok #also mary took on four vamps by herself #also since when does holy water affect vampires…cause they used it against them #wild #and now everyone knows John and Mary are together #and betty and. guy who’s name I don’t remember are working together to try and stop Mary from. whatever she’s doing #also dean pic for the promo the akrita and the akrita demon queen are trying to kill dean lol #thee prequel #ask #anon

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blueberry-pixels · 1 year

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My very first human DnD character, it had to happen some day. Edmund Gael Sterling, he’s part of a religious organization which focuses on fighting evil, such as undead, monsters but originated as vampire hunters.

The Order of Saint Merek consists of the descendance of the Saint themselves as every first born child gains powers making them Bloodhunters, as they have literal holy blood. Edmund recently got cursed with Lycanthropy which he is in denial about and now can only used silvered weapons to make use of him holy power, which only hurts himself more.

#DnD #dungeons and dungeons #Edmund Sterling #Bloodhunter #my art #character design #i love my big nose son with religious trauma #i'm having fun making holy water by distilling his literal blood #and healing potions #giving the cleric a holy water based healing potion as she's dying and then finding out shes a vampire #and then accidentally turning it into a failed deathsave #good times #edmund is still mad about it

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hlysins · 1 year

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I will be adding Kushina & Mito Uzumaki to the roster! You guys can request them whilst I work on icons; the posts will just be iconless :)

#✖psa║repent: as if words can change your core & holy water can cleanse your blood

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makeshistory · 2 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 : 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ——— 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 , 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 . 𝑠𝑜 𝑖 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑚 , 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 .

REGGIE KRAY :

◜⠀ ic | reggie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ if heaven is a place where the angels go then i know i’m going straight to hell ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | reggie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i am a plethora of blood ﹔ warm shadows， i want to feel holy ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | reggie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ surely some revelation is at hand ﹔ surely the second coming is at hand ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | reggie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered ﹗ ◞

RONNIE KRAY :

◜⠀ ic | ronnie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ after the wolf was done eating the lamb ﹔ it gnawed its bone to dust ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | ronnie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers ﹔ real gods require blood ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | ronnie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i have never been allowed to be holy， i have never been forgiven for wanting ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | ronnie kray —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i regret no sin i have committed， for to be wicked is to be alive ﹗ ◞

FRANCES SHEA :

◜⠀ ic | frances shea —⠀⠀ ،،̲ she laughs like god her mind’s like a diamond ﹔ audiotune lies， she’s still shining ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ visage | frances shea —⠀⠀ ،،̲ you carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old greek tragedies ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ study | frances shea —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i remember wishing i could be boiled like water and made pure again ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ musings | frances shea —⠀⠀ ،،̲ i carry along a feel of unease ﹔ i want to belong like the birds in the trees ﹗ ◞

CONNECTIONS :

◜⠀ con | reggie & ronnie —⠀⠀ ،،̲ tell me why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are you and me ﹗ ◞

◜⠀ con | frances & reggie —⠀⠀ ،،̲ even though you’re killing me， i need you like the air i breathe ﹗ ◞

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