his personal case study 🩺

welcome to the mortician’s office

(aka my diary)

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- AUTOPSY REPORT -

case file: #404-♡

name: Jane Doe (prefer to be called Jane)

pronouns: she/they/him (u can refer to me as anything)

age: Unknown

cause of death: broken heart syndrome

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abt my blog: This blog is more like a personal diary, perhaps an archive as well. It’s mainly for my writing, art, and thoughts. My blog may contain certain medical imagery that may not pertain to everyone’s taste. If that applies to you I kindly ask you to click away now for your wellbeing.

Interests: I have a rather strong fascination for anything medical related (especially the heart, morgues, morticians, and the brain). I also have a deepfound love for anything horror related but i enjoy cute things as well. In fact my favorite color is pink. I typically spend my free time writing, drawing, or playing video games. I enjoy playing point and click games the most.

Dislikes: Crowds, generally rude/ hateful people (keep ur negativity away from me pls and thank u), thats all i can think of rn…

( I will be adding my neocities here once it is finished )

Call me sick but I think nosebleeds are so enticing. The way the blood drips down to his lips and when they do that little thing with their tongue where they barely stick it out to lick it. Or when they use their thumb to kind of rub their bottom lip and it only smears the blood. And when the blood starts to drip a bit further down their chin. Even hotter if it drips down their neck.

Also hot if you’re the one getting a nosebleed. He notices it’s bleeding and faintly bites his lip before realizing he’s meant to be concerned. He gently lifts up your chin with his finger. With his hand still on your chin he thumbs your lips, smearing the blood in the same way you would accidently smudge your lipstick. Then he rummages through his pockets in search for an handkerchief. He grabs your face almost causing your lips to pucker and dabs your nose softly. He has this concentrated soft look on his face as he slowly wipes away.

Alternate scenario - But if he realizes he doesn’t have a handkerchief on him he pulls you by the waist, his fingers begin to just barely trace your back. He grabs you by the face, leans in, and kisses you, sort of biting your lips as he pulls back. “Even your blood tastes sweet.”

My stethoscope ♡ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـ____________