nameless.

the gnashing of her teeth speaks as a friendly ‘hello’. violence settles on her tongue like a weight and shows itself in place of affection. Gentle hands force her to be complacent— stop doing that, asset… — you’re going to hurt yourself, asset… — fucking christ she’s killed another one…. She was bred in captivity but she is anything but ’domesticated’— feral beast with blood dripping down her chin, a wolf concealed in the blanket of innocence. Soft— blonde— kind… her eyes are gentle, her eyes coax you in. —- come closer, little man, I promise I won’t bite… it is not a lie. as the bees hum and swell in her chest, stinging her cold heart and malfunctioning lungs, she has her hands around your throat—- you are dying….dying… dying… and her lips form a lullaby and her eyes are soft… kind… innocent. the little girls in fairytales are so rarely portrayed as they should be—- be afraid, be very afraid of the big red wolf.

“ oh  no  no  no   –   i’m  NOT  a  hero,  i’m  jus’  a  guy  with  a  gift  who  happens  to  like  helpin’  people.   &&   everyone  just  calls  me  doc. ”

don’t let the memory , or the sound ————  DRAG     YOU     DOWN  .        //        ( credit . )

the gnashing of her teeth speaks as a friendly ‘hello’. violence settles on her tongue like a weight and shows itself in place of affection. Gentle hands force her to be complacent— stop doing that, asset… — you’re going to hurt yourself, asset… — fucking christ she’s killed another one…. She was bred in captivity but she is anything but ’domesticated’— feral beast with blood dripping down her chin, a wolf concealed in the blanket of innocence. Soft— blonde— kind… her eyes are gentle, her eyes coax you in. —- come closer, little man, I promise I won’t bite… it is not a lie. as the bees hum and swell in her chest, stinging her cold heart and malfunctioning lungs, she has her hands around your throat—- you are dying….dying… dying… and her lips form a lullaby and her eyes are soft… kind… innocent. the little girls in fairytales are so rarely portrayed as they should be—- be afraid, be very afraid of the big red wolf.

the gnashing of her teeth speaks as a friendly ‘hello’. violence settles on her tongue like a weight and shows itself in place of affection. Gentle hands force her to be complacent— stop doing that, asset… — you’re going to hurt yourself, asset… — fucking christ she’s killed another one…. She was bred in captivity but she is anything but ’domesticated’— feral beast with blood dripping down her chin, a wolf concealed in the blanket of innocence. Soft— blonde— kind… her eyes are gentle, her eyes coax you in. —- come closer, little man, I promise I won’t bite… it is not a lie. as the bees hum and swell in her chest, stinging her cold heart and malfunctioning lungs, she has her hands around your throat—- you are dying….dying… dying… and her lips form a lullaby and her eyes are soft… kind… innocent. the little girls in fairytales are so rarely portrayed as they should be—- be afraid, be very afraid of the big red wolf.

plans for the givings of thanks? talk to me guys im hella lonely.

have fun and don’t forget to spread some joy this holiday season !!  if you need some outlets to show some love, there’s a roleplayer secret santa here and operation christmas card.

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