#v: repeat stuff

& the only way I could revive The Lad without him kicking & screaming that wasn’t killing him

How does a group of young handsome evil boys get their cult some souls for the dark forces while getting some good money & even better quality victims? 

They start a boyband of course!

Complete with the member archetypes that they all mold themselves into, sold out area tours & thinly veiled references to what’s ACTUALLY going on in their love songs. Sure a few fans go missing after they leave a city but who’s all that concerned? They’re all so pretty! While nobody can actually REMEMBER the name of their favourite pop group when they think about it too hard Glitterbombs is the kind of group that makes a good girl sneak out of her window AGAINST her concerned father’s warnings.

& that kind of DEVOTION is what gets the lead singer to invite her BACKSTAGE.

“Being alive is like getting a shot. Just do it QUICKLY so there's less PAIN.”

Most of the WOMAN he killed tended to remind him of... That bitch. Not always in LOOKS. Sometimes they did look like h e r of course. But sometimes it was something SMALL... The way they laughed, or leaned forward... Sometimes it was something as small as using perfume that made them SMELL similar to the woman who had BROKEN him just to dick chase his shit stain father... 

Oh... He could overlook Hans’ role in that catastrophe... Hans had made his stake in the game CLEAR since the day his son had been BORN. Hans had ALWAYS made how he felt about his son CLEAR... That was something he had now come to RESPECT, Hans had been HORRIBLE to him then but at least Hans had been HONEST about what he was... She hadn’t though. She had l i e d, swathed herself in the VENEER of a decent person, had the AUDACITY to call herself his BEST friend & then turn around & FUCK his abuser. It had fucked with him so BAD the very first EP the band had released was “Half Past 5″... A song all about how she had FUCKED him in the very WORST context of the word. It still STUNG sometimes when they performed it.

He let out a quiet humourless little CHUCKLE as he drew on his cigarette, very accustomed to both the taste & SIGHT of the red DRENCHING the fingers the burning embers were between. He tended to get OVERZEALOUS when reminded of That Woman, resulting in MUCH gorier kills... Not that he could exactly take this girl’s particular complaints... Considering he had revoked her ability to say or do ANYTHING ever again.

Despite already being a good LONG way away from the ritual site, he needed to get OUT of this alleyway... He hadn’t even changed his CLOTHES yet. He had a good IMAGE of a picture perfect LEADER to uphold after all though... The articles already out about his playboy antics hardly ASSISTED, nor did he CARE enough to deny anything in him.

He finally moved from his comfortable LEAN against the dark brickwork & made his way out into the street, immediately dodging the person who almost walked RIGHT into him.

{Meme} Claude Frollo Out of Context Sentence Starters {x}