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Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

Barrel has been moved to: @grote5que !

[barr3l]

𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵 𝑺𝑶 𝑴𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬. #𝔊𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝟻𝚀𝚄𝙴; a 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 featuring 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰, reimagined and headcanon-driven. private + selective. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐧𝐢. possibly triggering content ahead, please follow at your own risk. 21+ only! ⁽ ʳᵉˢᵘʳʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʳᶤᵒᵗˑ ⁾ - 𝑠ℎ𝑒 / ℎ𝑒𝑟 - 𝟸𝟽+ - 𝑒𝑠𝑡.

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Workin on a horror multi barrel will be moved tooo. It’s a wip but I got progress made today! Keep an eye out 😌😌

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 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌    /      𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈      /    𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓    /    𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮

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Take me to haunted places and kiss my neck while I talk to the ghosts

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she smells so saccharine he can almost ignore 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 mere millimeters from his tear duct. "jesus christ, lil." he whines, a gentle laugh wrapped about it's tail end. "i respect the, uh, process or whatever but i'd like t'keep my eyeball, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 & 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜." offers a smile, a showing of teeth before he's wetting his lips and coming in closer again, "i-if you need t'get closer, you could... sit on my lap. or something."

angled brush dangerously close         [ ... ]         held with a certain precision betwixt inked digits         ( while teeth were busy chomping away on sticky sweet bubblegum )         a mere inches from the others face.         MOVEMENTS WERE SUDDENLY HALTED.         she could almost huff out a string of complaints ;         but she's a professional . . . .

❛❛ better hold still         ——         or else i'm gonna end up poking you in the eye         [ ... ]         again. ❜❜

open starter.

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it's mementing absolute mori

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well, if it isn't his least favorite person in all of halloweentown gracing him with royal presence, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. barrel can hardly contain himself when those hollow eyes glance over him, and the ghoul shows his appreciation with a grimaced smile. "gee, thanks, jack. you know, if we're paying compliments, i should tell you - 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚐." barrel slips his mask over his face, "tell sally i said hello, will ya?"

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"Have I ever told you that I like your costume?" Jack asks, giving Barrel an appreciative once-over. "It's perhaps the most terrifying in all of Halloween Town." A pause for dramatic effect. "You know what they say, after all. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

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❛ 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒’𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. ❜ : @2hock

"settle down, myers." he laughs, "i think you're getting good at nearly stabbing me to death." 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, watches that look of concentration on her face. "maybe we should get you a smaller knife, hmm? then you could get the little details and i'd be less likely to end up with stitches by the end of the night."

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“ 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜.” ; @bonemachiine

it's the way his eyes roll back that nearly have them sticking that way at that remark. "𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 '𝚎𝚖? the cops, i mean, right before they book us for breaking and fucking entering." despite the way the boy's snark could cut with the tip of his tongue, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, amused beyond the usual air of disinterest that hangs around him. "alright. fuck it - gimme a boost."

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there was a time when tracey and dale roberts were in love. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, when the walls weren't yellowed from smoke and peppered with holes that had been punched through them or worse.

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, her whole world flipped upside down. there was hope, a reason for her and dale to leave behind their vices, a new lease on life in the form of a baby that the pair would put all of their love into. and they managed to do it, too. at least for a little while.

barrel can remember deep within the fog of his mind's eye, the memory of his third birthday - dinosaur themed, a confetti cake, the smiling faces of his parents. he can remember the smell of candles being blown out, the warmth of his mother's arms wrapped around him as she whispered to make a wish. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

it was after his fifth birthday that everything changed. one fateful day is all it took to take a family and turn them into strangers gnawing at each other's throats. dale wasn't paying attention the way he should have been that day when he left his place of work - another work site, another day spent in the sun drilling up walls and carrying metal beams. he knew better than to walk around without watching where he was going, but he was too focused on lighting his cigarette. 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. while his body went one way, his leg went another, snapping the tendons in his knee with a sound some of his workers say they could hear from all the way on the second floor. countless surgeries and pain left dale with an addiction to opiates, even after he was fully healed - though he never truly healed properly.

tracey, who always seemed to be connected to dale in that special way all soulmates are, followed right along with him, heading straight first into the maelstrom of addiction that seemingly swallowed their home whole. 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. sure, there were moments of "i'm sorry" and "i'll get help" and they always lasted a while before co-dependency and addiction won.

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. the louder they got, the more secluded barrel would become. his clothes got darker, music got heavier. nights that were once spent on the couch together watching tv turned to barrel drowning out another one of their fights with music blasting from his speakers and a pill to numb him.

he was alone, save for the only friends he'd ever known. the only two people in his life he trusted - his real family : 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 & 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔.

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*pspspsing at the bats and crows in my backyard*