#monsteruus

my opinion on;

character in general: *sweats* ‘dave’ is p cool... i m not a huge hoe 4 ‘dave’ tho.. nope. .. . jks i am the hugest hoe 4 ‘dave’ and it only keeps getting WRSE i lOVE DAVE So muCH. he’s just so so SO INTERESTING and he’s EVERYTHING I LOVE and he’s so unique I’ve never seen anything even close to similar to ‘dave’ and I think that’s rlly rare and really cool. There’s so many different interesting facets to ‘dave’ I just??? I can’t deal. so many parts of him are just so well thought out and it all WORKS so WELL together to make a very multidimensional cool as fuck character. ALSO HE’S A CANNIBAL. #important.how they play them: Phenomenally obvs. the mun: psh like any1 needs me say it, i am a hoe for n always, they’re incredible

do i;

follow them: duhrp with them: ofcwant to rp with them: OB VI OUSLYship their character with mine: not w/ kas, but isaac n ivor ye s

what is my;

overall opinion: i’M sO TRaSH ofr DA V e

SUMMER GOTH IS A CHALLENGE !! U SHALL RISE ABOVE !!

i feel like it's either the blackest coffee ever ( just seventeen espresso shots in a venti cup ) or the cutest pinkest frap they have and no inbetweens

lmao toby is boning an actual 8 yr old

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He’s being stared at. He’s definitely being  stared at. He gave staring-guy the benefit of the doubt but it’s been an entire hour of this, John Ivor is just trying to read. Libraries are not the place for staring at people. 

And the thing is, Staring-guy looks like him. Like, kind of a lot. Not exactly the same, not enough that he’s worried he has a carbon copy, but enough that Ivor is starting to wonder if this is one of his ‘seven people in  the world who look exactly like you’ people.  He’s never met one before, he doesn’t think.

{ He had a twin once, does that count? }

That doesn’t seem like a good enough reason for staring-guy to stare at him for an hour,  though. Maybe he needs help? Maybe he’s lost. Maybe he can’t find a book he’s looking for and and John Ivor looks nerdy enough to be a librarian. { plausible. }

Blood. 

The scent was unmistakable; akin to a beacon of light in a pitch black sky. Blood was spilt nearby, Isaac knew it the second he caught wind of that scent. Not a paper cut, not a skinned knee, there was a lot of blood. And Isaac was hungry. 

The wounded rabbit to his starved wolf; it was an easy decision to follow the scent of blood in the hopes that he had lucked out. He was in a fairly deserted place, the odds seemed to be in his favor. 

At least; until tracking down that ever enticing scent found him face to face with someone decidedly uninjured, but covered in blood. 

{ A cursory sniff confirmed what he already knew: it wasn’t his blood. }

Well, fuck. There went his easy meal. 

“ The fuck? ” 

that is a good reason to hate someone