she/her. nickname kiss instead of my real name. bday 06.06, INTP-T, english ain't my first language, so I'm pretty much always using a translator
there are way too many fandoms, so I'm just gonna write down the ones I can remember rn : prison break, resident evil, far cry, formula 1, silent hill, twd, 28 years later, moon knight, superman, star wars, warhammer 40k, batman, dmc, outlast, Inglourious Basterds, dexter, peacemaker
dni if you're into politics and all that bullshit, homophobes, nazi crap and all that race war nonsense, pedos and that weird age regression abdl shit... like, bruh. why do i even have to write something this obvious??
my fav bands : type o negative, iggy pop, system of a down, depeche mode, joy division, sad legend, bauhaus, the smiths. you can listen to my music in my playlist
abt me: honestly, idk what to even write. i'm a cis girl (bruh, idk, it's just easier to describe how i feel abt myself). i'm aroace. and uh, idk what else to say. if you wanna get to know me, i'm cool with that
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Been thinking about Lucas Baker, and how despite the fact that you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve had a conversation that consisted of more than just oh hi Lucas and oh, uh, sup? he knows you. He knows you so fucking well.
He knows you frequent the mini-mart near the junkyard and what brand of ice cream you treat yourself to once a month.
He knows the smell of you by heart. Could point out your body mist, shower gel, air freshener, flavour of gum, your go-to soft drink on scent alone.
He knows your landlord never changed the password from the default on the security cams around your building, so he knows your day-to-day routine pretty well, like when you come and go from work, how frequently you have friends and family over. You never have any guys come to visit, much to his relief. Well, unless you count the 17-year-old delivery guy for Daisy Mae’s chicken shop. He doesn’t, but you should really consider switching it up once in a while; some greens every now an’ then won't hurt ya. Says the pot to the kettle.
He knows you’re bad at texting back your friends, but that you spend hours every night doomscrolling across multiple platforms. You’re not too dissimilar there. At least, you would be if he had any real friends to text back.
He knows your cloud password. He’s seen every screenshot, every bathroom mirror pic with the one friend who forces you to go out on the weekends. Every food pic and selfie that wasn’t good enough for social media, and your sorry attempts to facetune all the parts you don’t like about yourself.
He’s seen those other photos too. The raunchy ones you take when you’re feeling yourself, thinking you might have someone to send them to one day. You might delete them tomorrow, but that’s fine, he’s already got them saved in a spank back with your name on deeply embedded and encrypted on his computer.
He knows your voice like the back of his hand. Knows the songs you sing along to when you’re washing dishes and mopping the floor. Knows the frilly, articulated voice you use when you’re answering the phone to an unknown number.
He knows what you sound like in the dark of the night, when you think nobody can hear you. He’s seen the filth you read, the videos you watch. He’s seen you from unflattering angles, with a full o-face, whining and panting long into the early hours of the morning.
He knows it's parasocial, and despite his comprehensive understanding of every piece of you, the face you put on and the things you hide in the dark; he’s to chicken shit to do anything really meaningful with it. Probably. Maybe.
At least for now. He’ll just keep tuning in to his favourite show, putting you on the big monitor between pirated Saw films, and 4chan forums. Sometimes his dick, sometimes a Red Bull in one hand, computer mouse in the other; screen recording your swaying hips as you arrive home from work. Sunk eyes growing heavy as he tries to come up with a cooler line to use on you than oh, uh, sup?
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