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slap my ass and call me martha HALLOWEEN IS NEAR

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i just watched funhouse massacre guess who's gonna write dollface now tEHEHEHEHE

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ok but hear me out......baby has nipple piercings......

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Hi besties

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hello? baby needs m*rder buddies :(

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" you're such a fuckin' pussy ! "

she laughs, chiming of unhinged bells, half-naked and displayed on his mattress as she shoots the white powder up her nostril -- while cocaine isn't her drug of choice ( violence will always be her number one addiction ), there's still a pleasant feeling of euphoria she experiences, like the sweet memories of warmth summer nights on the firefly farmhouse porch getting high with otis. and because baby knows men from a to z, even more so when they are under the influence, she can tell he's struggling to somehow supress the need to talk about his urges. she's told the young man, up and front, that she's killed her way into hemlock grove, one truck stop at a time ( says it like it's something funny and cool and exciting, like when she'd tell captain spaulding about her hunting hogs with RJ in the woods ), and he looks amused, and she knows he wants to know more.

savage beast knows to recognize its fellow predator.

" c'mon, just tell me ! if y're gonna kill anyone from this town, who is it gonna be? we're doin' it ! " childlike enthusiasm, a little girl on christmas morning egging a boy into tearing off the colorful wrapping paper, " we're gonna cut some fuckers when we run outta coke. " @gdfrey

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starter call xo

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drenched from head to toe, the drip, drip, drip of scarlet coating her figure echoes within the room. to most, blood has a nasty, metallic stench that they dislike -- baby stilll smells rust, but somehow, the color and texture makes her feel excited ( that particular shade of red makes her feel something that only sex and chocolate cake can accomplish on most people ). dopamine, your brain's high off dopamine, baby -- otis says nothing gets him hard like blood, and baby thinks she's the same.

" i don't wanna clean up jus' yet ! " squeaky laughter, unhinged like her bambi eyes that look almost demonic with her face all stained in red. and in one swift movement, the white sundress she wears falls to the ground and pools at her feet, " take off your clothes, mr clown. c'mon. "

❛❛ we can be dirty —— if that's what y'wanna be. ❜❜

— 𝚜̲𝚝̲𝚊̲𝚛̲𝚝̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ 𝚌̲𝚊̲𝚕̲𝚕̲ ♡ @knifelick ↷ dirt - dream drop.

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 YOU’RE SO PRETTY, DRIPPING SIN !           ：       baby firefly of the rob zombie films house of 1000 corpses, devil’s rejects and three from hell.   brought back by nosta.

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baby = violent urges

otis = sadistic urges

they complement each other too well. they feed off each other ( or, mor specifically, otis encourages baby's violent rampages because they bring him physical pleasure, and baby thinks he does it because it's normal and fine to do what they do ). that's why they are so efficient as a killing duo.

I HATE THEM.

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❛ death is pretty sweet. ❜ v says @cathydoll

“ there ain’t nothin’ special about death,” she laughs, a deranged little chime of damaged bells -- she’s sharpening the blade in her hand with a rock, the girl sitting on the opposite side of the porch is picking at the scabs on her left knee. Baby notices because she would do the same as as kid, but only to see the blood trickle down her leg, because somehow, the sight made her feel satisfied.

“ see, my brother otis says, it ain’t about death -- it’s ‘bout how you make death happen” the shrilling noise of metal scraping pebble brings an ominous tune to her words. the woods surrounding the house are dead silent, only the rustling of the autumn breeze and Baby’s blade dare to make noise, “death’s actually pretty borin’. mama once had a husband for two weeks. fucker died eating rotten meat. it was funny to see him choke ‘n puke, but it wasn’t fun,” she shrugs, as if talking about the most mundane of things, blowing dust from the scraping of the knife against the rock, “ otis says that to make death fun, you gotta be creative. no guns. guns are too easy, ” Baby grins, points the tip of her blade at the girl as if to emphasize her point, “ i learned how to shoot when i was eight. killed my first hog at ten. but it wasn’t fun -- it was way more fun to stab that bitch in town who called mama a slut. ”

her eyes glimmer, as if reminiscing something extraordinaire: an epiphany of sorts. her pupils have a chilling glint, an unsettling combination of chilldlike wonder and unhinged bloodthirst, “ so when mama told that story to otis, he said you have to make death fun -- should’ve seen his face ! he was laughin’ so fuckin’ hard ” her brother always loved seeing her come back from school covered in nasty cuts and wielding a bloody pencil. you fuckin’ rabid mouse, he’d call her. when she dropped entirely before high school, he seemed almost dissapointed, “ so, y’see, death on itself’s just someone bitin’ the dust. but unless you do somethin’ funny to the corpse, then it’s just that. you make death sweet. ” finishing her task at hand, Baby nails the blade into the wooden planks of her farmhouse’s porch, “ that’s how it is.”

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HI BESTIES

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babe u gotta choke him when u ride him, that's just the law

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 YOU’RE SO PRETTY, DRIPPING SIN !           ：       baby firefly of the rob zombie films house of 1000 corpses, devil’s rejects and three from hell.   brought back by nosta.

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I am a wolf, cornering me will only abrade a bloodbath.

Channing H.M (via nightstalk)

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i just realize now that incorporating aspects of baby’s childhood as passing memories into my  narration when she’s just commited a gruesome murder is kinda cool because it helps envision just how she views bloodshed and torture as normal and can make the connection of such a thing with more mundane, harmless, even cute things. it’s like the duality of baby as a character who has incorporated the killings as an absolutely normal part of her life and that’s? p cool of me not to toot my own horn ma’am

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 YOU’RE SO PRETTY, DRIPPING SIN !           ：       baby firefly of the rob zombie films house of 1000 corpses, devil’s rejects and three from hell.   brought back by nosta.