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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 4d

🦇/: I will keep annoying you until they start conmiserating about how annoying the sound if German air raids was jagsjssgs

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 4d

🦇/: I'M IN YOUR WALLS

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 6d

Living prey tastes better, but when one is too hungry, even a rat is better than nothing.

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just another quotebot. @wcrdplay.bsky.social · 6d

poetry doesn’t have to rhyme , it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t .

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 6d

Blood that's unusable for transfusion is still edible.

SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

❝ Nobody important. ❞ She replied in the end. ❝ You've lost a lot of blood, the injury is closed but I would recommend calling one of your caped friends for help, you are going to need it. ❞

SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

finish closing up. The blood no longer spilling out.

It was taking a lot for her to get past the smell, past the instinct.

"He is hurt, Shrapnel" Some other voice in her head was telling her. "Even the smallest drink could make him kick the bucket."

She could eat an animal. The first to pass by.+

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

❝ Si supiera que era yo la causa de tú estar mala
Olvidaría a padre y madre
Y a ti solita te amara...

Con la luna, madre, con la luna iré
Con el sol no puedo que me quemaré.
Que me quemaré, que me quemaré.
Con la luna, madre, con la luna iré... ❞

She kept on singing until she heard the skin +

ཐི ཋྀ —— 𝓣𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄. @a-nalytical.bsky.social · 7d

A shuddering breath between his pained groans, shifting to sit himself up the moment he heard the lull of a sweet song.

His vision blurred in his daze, the blood loss having become extensive & worse than he initially planned for.

"Who..," He began, almost a demand for an answer — ++

SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

Eventually, a bat few to the source of the blood, turning back into a woman under the cover of night.

A soft song scaping her lips, slowly closing the bleeding boy's injuries.

❝ Con la luna, madre, con la luna iré.
Con el sol no puedo que me quemaré... ❞

@a-nalytical.bsky.social

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

Eventually, a bat few to the source of the blood, turning back into a woman under the cover of night.

A soft song scaping her lips, slowly closing the bleeding boy's injuries.

❝ Con la luna, madre, con la luna iré.
Con el sol no puedo que me quemaré... ❞

@a-nalytical.bsky.social

SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 7d

She is smelling blood. A lot of it.

God, she’s so hungry...

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SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 9d

🦇/: I need my veteran sillies with Logan and Nel!

Also DEAN AND JESSE. PLEASE. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU.

SHRAPNEL @aycarmxla.bsky.social · 9d

I have never felt carnal desire of any kind, but... I'll take that into consideration.

To be honest, I spent my life starving. I am too used to hunger for fullness to feel comfortable.

. . . I'm starting to think I am weirder as a vampure than I was as a human.

♱—— 𝓓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀. @bloodhunting.bsky.social · 10d

Pitiful.

For now is the time to act, the month of the harvest is upon us — our harvest. The best time to blend in with little to no questions.

We must act and we must feast.

Give in to carnal desire and fill your ravenous belly with the lifeblood of the mortals.