#it’s getting worse

[chrissy-kaos]

If you think I’m going to talk to you when your blog is full of stolen content being used by fake blogs.. think again bruh.

Support real creators not scammers.

End rant.

[dollkisses05]

Me everyday at school

[scenearcee]

the neuvifuri phantom au is devouring my mind this is probably bad news

idk if in my version I want Neuvillette or Focalors to be the Phantom but here’s my take on most of the rest of the cast 😭

Furina - Christine Daaé

Charlotte - Meg Giry

Wriosthley - Joseph Buquet but he doesn’t die and just gets hurt from falling on the stage. I don’t wanna kill anyone off I can’t do it 😭😭

Chevreuse - Madame Giry

Lyney and Lynette - Messieurs Andre and Firmin (being spearheaded by Arlecchino of course :3)

Navia - La Carlotta (but significantly less mean. just stressed and tired.)

Chlorinde - Piangi

Chiori - Costume girl, idk man idk if any were outright named in the novel or musical I haven’t seen anything in a while

Freminet - Conductor

if y’all have any ideas please let me know because I’m going back into my phantom phase full swing

[unabashedlywingedtraveler]

[justaboot]

Local girl comes home from 12 hour shift, immediately gives herself caffeine poisoning

[pillowmoment]

Me coming home from the third day of a new school year after writing “I ❤️ portal” on every stupid repetitive ‘introduce yourself!’ Assignment and drawing yellow pikmin on every paper handed to me

[janmu]

Just your regular Näkki (Nixie),

Luring all the men and women and other to drown in his lake. ♥️

———

This one is a gift for a friend.

Come on in the water’s fine.

[dollkisses05]

why did I say that. why did I say that. why did I say that. why did I say that.

[shesthespinstersimmer]

A riddle

[reactionpicarchive]

[spiderman-stilinski]

Dude, I’m so fucking lonely.

Hold me..

Please.?

[psychocharlie]

Charlie and Dennis get a meat dispute

TW: cannibalism

One night Dennis and Charlie are in the basement again, burning bodies together. And this is certainly not the first time this has happened. The common cause, if you can call it that, has formed a special connection between them, unlike anything else. Sometimes, they met in the basement without even agreeing on it. And they began to spend time together way more often when they share the same secret.

And so, on one of these dark basement nights, Dennis suddenly notices Charlie taking a large butcher knife in one hand, and his victim's hand – in the other. That was a young man, clearly the marginal and obviously engaged in robbery and probably drug dealing, until he was lucky enough to meet Charlie on his way.

Dennis makes this assumption only by external signs he sees: a little shabby sportswear, a lot of scars on the man's strong arms, a chain around his neck, which was absolutely not elegant and didn’t even fit his general look at all, victim was clearly worn it simply to emphasize that the man got money. Dennis knew this type. Most likely, he assaulted Charlie somewhere under the bridge, where he loved to hang out for strange unknown reasons. And soon he regretted it. 

But this was only Dennis's guess, he didn't know for sure. They never talked about their victims, about who they were, how and why they killed these people. No. They talked about the emotions they feel while doing this, about what they feel after, about ways to get rid of bodies, about their fears, but not about killing. As if it was too personal for each of them to share. As if sharing it means finally turning them into a monsters. But they were already monsters.

In front of Dennis, Charlie sticks a knife into the man's arm just above the elbow and cuts the skin with a sharp, confident movement. Only to push it apart as much as possible, bend down and bite into it with his teeth, biting into the flesh like a wild animal.

Dennis drops his jaw at the sight. He can't make a sound for a minute, but then he starts yelling at his accomplice in shock.

– Charlie, you stupid son of a bitch, what are you doing?! Are you insane?

– Am eatin'.

Charlie looks up from his thing for just a moment and stares at Dennis, licking his bloody lips.

– Well, man, you know, I decided that since I killed him anyway, then it's not good to waste good meat just like that. Look at this all. It's like a ton of meat here. And guy doesn't give a shit what we do to him anymore, so why not eat? Then I won't have to buy food, at least. And this little janitor don't prints money, you know.

Dennis calms down a little, because he sees some sense in his friend's arguments and nods. 

– Yeah. You're right about that, buddy. But don't eat it raw. At least I'm roasting this.

– So you eat human flesh too?

Charlie's voice goes into falsetto from surprise.

– Sort of. I've only tried it a couple of times. I also decided that it would be stupid to waste the resources that I have, you know. But raw? It's just fucking crazy. That's disgusting, Charlie! 

Charlie just shrugs.

– I just like it this way. Sometimes I cook, but more often eat raw. I like how blood tastes. Try it, pal, you'll like it.

Dennis is writhing in disgust at Charlie's offer. 

– You’ll get worms because of the raw meat!

- Oh no. Nothing to do with worms. I definitely won't get them.

– How the hell can you be so sure? 

– They don't like the paint I drink.

– JESUS, CHARLIE!! How are you even still alive?

– Mom vaccinated me against all diseases when I was a boy. So my immunity is veeeery strong.

– GODDAMNIT, CHARLIE. 

Dennis rolls his eyes and turns away, listening to Charlie chewing his raw meat. He thinks how disgusting, unhygienic and just dangerous it is. But Charlie's words won't get out of his head for a long time. So the next time he kills, he won't hold back and try it anyway. And that's will be... actually pretty good.

After that, he'll go to the pharmacy and buy three different types of anthelmintic pills at once.

[lildarkchapel]

my daddy issues are that advanced that soon I’ll start calling them founding fathers issues

[sl8tersstuff]

“Please, say something”.

I’m sorry. I can’t.

The ache in my chest is all that’s left of me.

[too-much-imagination]

I feel it’s getting bad again.