#night crawling

[thefarfield-s5s]

nightcrawlin’

[mermaidinthecity]

Night Crawling by Miley Cyrus

[moonlight-prose]

i watched werewolf by night (again) and am once again working on my jack russell fic. enjoy whatever the hell this is.

“Hey Charlie,” you said, sitting on the stool you usually occupied when you visited.

Charlie was older than the place itself, standing with snow white hair and a mustache to match. He would have looked like Santa Claus if it weren’t for the scar that ran down his cheek to the very base of his collar bones. As if he was split in two at one point in life. You had a running joke that he was immortal and that perhaps one day if he felt generous enough, he might share it with you. He offered you his usual crooked dimpled smile and a glass of scotch.

The taste was familiar on your tongue. A small token of the club you once called home. Now it was but a tainted memory that inhabited the dark corners of your mind. Your very own monster, that forever remained unkillable.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you around these parts.”

A grim half-assed smile spread across your lips. “Monster hunting keeps me moving. You’re the one who calls it an unstable job.”

“Don’t remind me,” he scoffed. “I got out just in the knick of time.”

“Yeah well…you’re one of the lucky ones Charlie.”

You didn’t have to look up to know that he was eyeing the obsidian stone that was settled on the gold chain wrapped around your neck. He knew the significance of the stone. Where it stemmed from and how its curse ultimately took every hunter wore it. You joked that it was a family heirloom, a family curse that passed from descendant to descendant. But he knew what it really signified, where it truly came from.

You wore a noose around your neck made of delicate gold and one day it would become impossible to breathe because of it.

“Have you heard from him?”

Wincing, you ignored the way the scar on your back grew uncomfortable—the reminder of who you belonged to, who owned your soul, sparking in the back of your mind. Even if you wanted to tell Charlie you couldn’t. The world you were a part of, separate from hunters was a secret you had to bear; a promise that you’d take with you to the grave. You only wished that the weight of said secrets wasn’t so heavy.

“Nope,” you replied, finally turning your gaze back to his worried face. “I figure that not hearing from him is a good thing.”

“And the stone…”

“What stone?” you asked, eyebrow raising slightly to remind Charlie that while you may be friends, you wouldn’t hesitate to silence those that wished to announce your secrets to the world.

[mothermass]

Miley Cyrus - Night Crawling (ft. Billy Idol)

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can’t wait to see mangle in the FNAF 2 movie,,

[thecarlis]

sometimes i good for nothing

sometimes i’m the best you’ve ever had

[zombiechoir]

Favorite lyrics: "Miley Cyrus - Night Crawling (ft. Billy Idol)"

[leaky-heart]

Bro I don’t think that grimace shake is sitting quite right

[thefarfield-s5s]

… in the flat field

[wolfythewitch]

Do you think Jesus ever felt homesick. Do you think he missed his mom

[pangur-and-grim]

the golden compass is real, and this is my dæmon

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: aquatic

[iizuumi]

what if i draw them kiss,,,,, what if i don't stop drawing them kiss, what then

[moonlight-prose]

Hello, just want say your fanfic with Jack Russell, got a amazing start I'm so curious, I liked the character's construction so much, I'm very curious to know her past, this is very good

Thank you darling!! Jack has seriously stolen my damn heart so I've been working on chapter 2 as often as I possibly can. And the backstory for the reader is going to absolutely be explained in it. I'm so glad you like the fic so far! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤