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𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧'
𝐒𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧'
𝐒𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫
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"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚈 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!"
𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓
𝟹𝟼, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.
♡ & ⟲
𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓
𝟹𝟼, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.
♡ & ⟲
February 6, 2026 at 3:54 AM
"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚈 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!"
𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓
𝟹𝟼, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.
♡ & ⟲
𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓
𝟹𝟼, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕. 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.
♡ & ⟲
Reposted by 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞
Reposted by 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞
❝ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳 (𝚐𝚑ū𝚕) - 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑. ❞
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October 4, 2025 at 8:27 PM
❝ 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳 (𝚐𝚑ū𝚕) - 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑. ❞
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His gaze is raised. There is an instinct in him, one barely noticeable when she starts getting closer.
His fingers inch. Only slightly towards the shotgun at his belt's buckle. A sawn off only visible by the pommel barely peered out of the poncho.
But he swiftly moves on.
"It's not a nice tool~>
His fingers inch. Only slightly towards the shotgun at his belt's buckle. A sawn off only visible by the pommel barely peered out of the poncho.
But he swiftly moves on.
"It's not a nice tool~>
—>
Intricately made ... she desired to get a closer look but.
....
Something felt ... thicker in the air. Besides his appearance. Her pupils splitting into several in order to get her own closer look at the metalwork.
ㅤᅠᅠㅤ❝ aye .. beautiful. ❞
ㅤ
Intricately made ... she desired to get a closer look but.
....
Something felt ... thicker in the air. Besides his appearance. Her pupils splitting into several in order to get her own closer look at the metalwork.
ㅤᅠᅠㅤ❝ aye .. beautiful. ❞
ㅤ
February 13, 2026 at 9:08 AM
His gaze is raised. There is an instinct in him, one barely noticeable when she starts getting closer.
His fingers inch. Only slightly towards the shotgun at his belt's buckle. A sawn off only visible by the pommel barely peered out of the poncho.
But he swiftly moves on.
"It's not a nice tool~>
His fingers inch. Only slightly towards the shotgun at his belt's buckle. A sawn off only visible by the pommel barely peered out of the poncho.
But he swiftly moves on.
"It's not a nice tool~>
"I'm so sorry for ya son.
It's fine, ya can always go up north, get to an actual country."
It's fine, ya can always go up north, get to an actual country."
"Wyoming!"
February 13, 2026 at 12:24 AM
"I'm so sorry for ya son.
It's fine, ya can always go up north, get to an actual country."
It's fine, ya can always go up north, get to an actual country."
The other day this kid said two numbers, did a little dance and told me to get bent.
I got no clue what the hell them phones do to y'all.
I got no clue what the hell them phones do to y'all.
February 13, 2026 at 12:23 AM
The other day this kid said two numbers, did a little dance and told me to get bent.
I got no clue what the hell them phones do to y'all.
I got no clue what the hell them phones do to y'all.
"Barely!"
The Mexican cackles, amused. It's just his humor. Old men from the days where the west was wild, are almost always a little unpleasant.
"Where ya from, Mijo?"
The Mexican cackles, amused. It's just his humor. Old men from the days where the west was wild, are almost always a little unpleasant.
"Where ya from, Mijo?"
"that's just how i talk!"
Mountain Tim crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.
Mountain Tim crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.
"You have to start pronouncin' words, son-."
February 13, 2026 at 12:20 AM
"Barely!"
The Mexican cackles, amused. It's just his humor. Old men from the days where the west was wild, are almost always a little unpleasant.
"Where ya from, Mijo?"
The Mexican cackles, amused. It's just his humor. Old men from the days where the west was wild, are almost always a little unpleasant.
"Where ya from, Mijo?"
"Estuvimos con Mariano Arista, allá poco antes de Palo Alto.
Nos colábamos por las colinas para explotar municiones, habia por acá este Klansman ex-confede que dirigía un regimiento de Artillería. Acabamos rajándolo de barbilla a huevos."
Ríe por lo bajo. Curiosamente, no es un mal recuerdo.
~>
Nos colábamos por las colinas para explotar municiones, habia por acá este Klansman ex-confede que dirigía un regimiento de Artillería. Acabamos rajándolo de barbilla a huevos."
Ríe por lo bajo. Curiosamente, no es un mal recuerdo.
~>
“Este lugar ya no es el mismo, usted no es de aquí verdad?”
Le preguntó, concentrado con su música.
Le preguntó, concentrado con su música.
February 13, 2026 at 12:15 AM
"Estuvimos con Mariano Arista, allá poco antes de Palo Alto.
Nos colábamos por las colinas para explotar municiones, habia por acá este Klansman ex-confede que dirigía un regimiento de Artillería. Acabamos rajándolo de barbilla a huevos."
Ríe por lo bajo. Curiosamente, no es un mal recuerdo.
~>
Nos colábamos por las colinas para explotar municiones, habia por acá este Klansman ex-confede que dirigía un regimiento de Artillería. Acabamos rajándolo de barbilla a huevos."
Ríe por lo bajo. Curiosamente, no es un mal recuerdo.
~>
"You have to start pronouncin' words, son-."
"you atta start usin' some rope."
Oh, shit, he found his old independence war saber.
Shit, it's so blunt-
Shit, it's so blunt-
February 13, 2026 at 12:09 AM
"You have to start pronouncin' words, son-."
Oh, shit, he found his old independence war saber.
Shit, it's so blunt-
Shit, it's so blunt-
February 12, 2026 at 11:57 PM
Oh, shit, he found his old independence war saber.
Shit, it's so blunt-
Shit, it's so blunt-
El ritmo de acordes se corta con el de las espuelas, en un breve momento en el que se acerca tras el coche, con las cejas cadavéricas arrugadas y un siseo de incomodidad.
"Chale, con el coche negro, se va a asar, mijo."
Una voz aguda, algo hosca y desagradable de oír. Y esque el Nosferatu parece~>
"Chale, con el coche negro, se va a asar, mijo."
Una voz aguda, algo hosca y desagradable de oír. Y esque el Nosferatu parece~>
No había animales, no había vida.
Solo la muerte, y el misterio subyacente de cómo se estaban agregando más calaveras a este espacio vacío de tierra.
Nadie debería estar aquí...
Solo la muerte, y el misterio subyacente de cómo se estaban agregando más calaveras a este espacio vacío de tierra.
Nadie debería estar aquí...
February 12, 2026 at 11:56 PM
El ritmo de acordes se corta con el de las espuelas, en un breve momento en el que se acerca tras el coche, con las cejas cadavéricas arrugadas y un siseo de incomodidad.
"Chale, con el coche negro, se va a asar, mijo."
Una voz aguda, algo hosca y desagradable de oír. Y esque el Nosferatu parece~>
"Chale, con el coche negro, se va a asar, mijo."
Una voz aguda, algo hosca y desagradable de oír. Y esque el Nosferatu parece~>
"It's meant to, kid. Wakes up the dead."
He chuckled, stretching out the thin fingers of his hand. His shooting right isn't covered with a glove.
He's swapped. From the way she pronounced that, she seems local.
He chuckled, stretching out the thin fingers of his hand. His shooting right isn't covered with a glove.
He's swapped. From the way she pronounced that, she seems local.
“Si. Ammonia quema.”
She grumbles quietly as rolls her shoulders.
She grumbles quietly as rolls her shoulders.
"¿Le ayudan a despertarse de la calle y soy grosero?"
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
February 12, 2026 at 11:38 PM
"It's meant to, kid. Wakes up the dead."
He chuckled, stretching out the thin fingers of his hand. His shooting right isn't covered with a glove.
He's swapped. From the way she pronounced that, she seems local.
He chuckled, stretching out the thin fingers of his hand. His shooting right isn't covered with a glove.
He's swapped. From the way she pronounced that, she seems local.
"¿Le ayudan a despertarse de la calle y soy grosero?"
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
“No seas grosero. Como quieras que reaccionaria? Ese olor es fuerte.”
She grumbles as she gets herself up.
She grumbles as she gets herself up.
"¡Que me pegaste, idiota! Aquí uno ayudando para que lo peguen, nomás."
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
February 12, 2026 at 6:20 PM
"¿Le ayudan a despertarse de la calle y soy grosero?"
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
The tiny Nosferatu points at his chest. He is Masked to appear human, but admittedly he wasn't expecting a ghost smack.
"¡Que me pegaste, idiota! Aquí uno ayudando para que lo peguen, nomás."
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
“Oye, que te pasa!”
She reclaims as she rubs at her nose, disoriented and scowling.
She reclaims as she rubs at her nose, disoriented and scowling.
He'd appreciate the effort of an actual hand, but the lifting of her foot turns to actually ROLLING her with his boot, holding his jaw.
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
February 12, 2026 at 5:58 PM
"¡Que me pegaste, idiota! Aquí uno ayudando para que lo peguen, nomás."
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
His hand stretches down. The left, gloved one. Thin fingers on the small man decieve an unnatural strength to help her up.
He'd appreciate the effort of an actual hand, but the lifting of her foot turns to actually ROLLING her with his boot, holding his jaw.
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
it's a materialization of energy. so a big ass purple hand smacked him.
How does that work
February 12, 2026 at 5:33 PM
He'd appreciate the effort of an actual hand, but the lifting of her foot turns to actually ROLLING her with his boot, holding his jaw.
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
"¡Ya, chava chingada de mierda-!"
How does that work
psionic smack. it's knee jerk reaction.
...
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
February 12, 2026 at 5:31 PM
How does that work
...
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
HONK SHOO. butt up in the air. she's out cold.
CaCKLE
February 12, 2026 at 5:30 PM
...
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
Damn.
Y'all gotta learn how to sleep upright.
Crouches. Holding ammonia under her nose.
CaCKLE
falls over—
Shuffles a solid foot away.
February 12, 2026 at 5:28 PM
CaCKLE
Shuffles a solid foot away.
leans towards the reader. rests her head on their shoulder.
February 12, 2026 at 5:26 PM
Shuffles a solid foot away.
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Malavida es un pueblito abandonado en 1847, en mitad del desierto del Mojave.
Los carteles apenas permanecen, aún escritos en español y semiborrados por las arenas del tiempo. La madera mayoritariamente se ha podrido.
Pero un hombre, de baja estatura, sombrero ~>
Malavida es un pueblito abandonado en 1847, en mitad del desierto del Mojave.
Los carteles apenas permanecen, aún escritos en español y semiborrados por las arenas del tiempo. La madera mayoritariamente se ha podrido.
Pero un hombre, de baja estatura, sombrero ~>
February 12, 2026 at 8:17 AM
@espiritu-venganza.bsky.social
Malavida es un pueblito abandonado en 1847, en mitad del desierto del Mojave.
Los carteles apenas permanecen, aún escritos en español y semiborrados por las arenas del tiempo. La madera mayoritariamente se ha podrido.
Pero un hombre, de baja estatura, sombrero ~>
Malavida es un pueblito abandonado en 1847, en mitad del desierto del Mojave.
Los carteles apenas permanecen, aún escritos en español y semiborrados por las arenas del tiempo. La madera mayoritariamente se ha podrido.
Pero un hombre, de baja estatura, sombrero ~>
He tracks the timeline in his head. Her parents fled Italy because of...
"...Mussolini? Can't say the Fashy fucks seem too accepting of folks like us."
The dissecated fingers pick at the engravings on the bowie knife. Remnants of blood. Only now drying on it.
The blade is silver, and coated in~>
"...Mussolini? Can't say the Fashy fucks seem too accepting of folks like us."
The dissecated fingers pick at the engravings on the bowie knife. Remnants of blood. Only now drying on it.
The blade is silver, and coated in~>
—>
of italy﹑ legs 𖬺. all. yes. ❞
Knuckles push the red face aside .. crimson lips parting to hold the cigarette between.
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of italy﹑ legs 𖬺. all. yes. ❞
Knuckles push the red face aside .. crimson lips parting to hold the cigarette between.
ㅤ
February 12, 2026 at 1:11 AM
He tracks the timeline in his head. Her parents fled Italy because of...
"...Mussolini? Can't say the Fashy fucks seem too accepting of folks like us."
The dissecated fingers pick at the engravings on the bowie knife. Remnants of blood. Only now drying on it.
The blade is silver, and coated in~>
"...Mussolini? Can't say the Fashy fucks seem too accepting of folks like us."
The dissecated fingers pick at the engravings on the bowie knife. Remnants of blood. Only now drying on it.
The blade is silver, and coated in~>
"Oh, Italiana.
Sorry, lady. Don't speak a word. Only ever had experience with the sicilians."
His accent is thick- Even with perfect english. As his fangs tangle around another cigarette.
"What's your condition? Was ya born with it?"
Sorry, lady. Don't speak a word. Only ever had experience with the sicilians."
His accent is thick- Even with perfect english. As his fangs tangle around another cigarette.
"What's your condition? Was ya born with it?"
ᅠᅠ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ. . .
Crackling like the close sound of a bugs shell chattering echos under that red face she wore﹑ examining him before claws carefully pry the box open in his hand ..
taking a single cigarette between digits.
ㅤᅠᅠ❝ㅤgrazie﹑ caro ...ᅠ❞
ㅤ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ. . .
Crackling like the close sound of a bugs shell chattering echos under that red face she wore﹑ examining him before claws carefully pry the box open in his hand ..
taking a single cigarette between digits.
ㅤᅠᅠ❝ㅤgrazie﹑ caro ...ᅠ❞
ㅤ
Staring up. Oh, he's a Nosferatu. Corpse-looking and all.
His gifts seem to hide it from those not staring directly at him.
"¿Fuma, señora?"
He's offering a cigarette case.
His gifts seem to hide it from those not staring directly at him.
"¿Fuma, señora?"
He's offering a cigarette case.
February 12, 2026 at 12:07 AM
"Oh, Italiana.
Sorry, lady. Don't speak a word. Only ever had experience with the sicilians."
His accent is thick- Even with perfect english. As his fangs tangle around another cigarette.
"What's your condition? Was ya born with it?"
Sorry, lady. Don't speak a word. Only ever had experience with the sicilians."
His accent is thick- Even with perfect english. As his fangs tangle around another cigarette.
"What's your condition? Was ya born with it?"
"If yer' fast enough, yeah."
He isn't tho-
He isn't tho-
".. Such as you?"
It was a joke.
It was a joke.
Light the fuse and chuck it at something you don't like
February 11, 2026 at 11:40 PM
"If yer' fast enough, yeah."
He isn't tho-
He isn't tho-
Light the fuse and chuck it at something you don't like
"What is this? Some strange weapon?"
Handing a Dynamite stick
February 11, 2026 at 11:38 PM
Light the fuse and chuck it at something you don't like