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Our Tale Begins

Fragrance thick as fog wafted through air once holding no more than the soft fragrances of flowers and fading scents of a cooked dinner. With ease and grace the new aroma quickly over took all others in the small home, washing them away as a large wave crashing down to mask all that once lay before it. At first the fragments reaching into the nose had been a tad tricky to detect, but with time had gradually grown stronger much as the tidal wave collecting power to wipe out any opponents. The clock had no control over the steady increase, as it was not by seconds nor even by minutes that the overbearing essence took over, but by action.

Metallic notes overtook the natural redolence of a well-cared for home only as iron-rich liquid was produced. In the very beginning only a drop of the wave to come had been spilled, leaving the described tones of copper too faint to detect. For a moment, the world of scents was left as it was with only the thinnest drip trailing down and falling to what would be the beginning of the pool, putting the entire surge into play. Allowing it to come out all at once held no fun, though. No excitement nor anticipation came from the sweet fog being released in one swift motion. Instead, there was enjoyment to be had and a plan to carry out.

Prior to the heavy, crashing wave, an entirely separate set of sensations flooded the air. Even before the hairline slice was created to allow the very first segment to free itself, screams poured into every nook, cranny, and corner within the two bedroom home. Thin walls did nothing against the vibrating patters of a woman distressed, shrieking and begging the empty abyss for a shot at redemption. Without a doubt there were many ways to hush or even silence the unending pleas, but who ever said putting a stop to them was the point?

Steady, easy steps tapped in the background, putting in place a rhythm for the wails to follow. Sad to say, they did a rather poor job, instead being thrown about in a sporadic and unpredictable pattern; an annoyance without a doubt, but not something that could not be changed with some simple conditioning. Hence the play of the first released of the wiry strand of red. The screams grew in response to the newly formed split created in the dermis. For absolutely certain, a slice so small could not possibly hurt as much as the woman’s howling told of, yet for some reason they always tended to behave in a peculiar way when face with her current situation.

A thin sheet of angled metal pressed to quivering lips managed to be just the trick it took to temporarily impair the endless cries and damped them down to a hushed whimper. Even as the blade was removed, the new-found silence temporarily remained upon the woman’s lips, allowing the owner of the boots pacing around her the time to speak. Whether she chose to listen or not was a grievance only she would pay for, so there was no point in forcing it upon the beast to behave as a saint. Fluid words formed together, streaming from confident lips and rippling through the near silent air. A simple explanation of the predicament was the only length of silence she would be required to hold, yet even that seemed too much for the poor soul to manage.

The act of impolite interruption may have been dismissed, taking into mind her current situation, had the sudden objection not come in the centre of a particularly important sentence. Without hesitation, the rude behaviour was disciplined by the carefully sharpened blade. Nothing too harsh as all had only just begun, simply a mere insertion of the tip approximately one inch into the fatty tissue of the abdomen to really give her a reason to act out of term.

From that point little reason stood to continue speaking, abolishing any chance to form a bargain. The latest addition to her sentence was explained in annoyed breaths, gaining little more than additional screams and struggles.

“Bad girls get punished. Perhaps you ought to have been more well behaved.” Were the last words spoken before the blade, once again, slipped beneath the fresh layers of flesh. For once since the meeting began, the screams and begs were well deserved; it was only too bad for her they came in a time when it was too late for any possible retribution. Instead, the sounds were graciously welcomed, along with the rich scent of blood beginning to drain into the room to accentuate the passage being left behind by the blade making its way through from the soft bit resting just beneath the rib cage to waistline. A perfect incision, though it had to be followed closely by a second to truly make its way through the undesirable tissue to what treasured lay inside.

Two cross sections allowed flaps to be peeled back, revealing the woman in a setting much like a living autopsy patient; the final step to truly allowing the heavy scent to roam the world it had been released out into. Somehow the screams continued as a gloved hand traced along the exposed organs. To an amateur, such beauty would likely bring up countless questions of the endless possibilities of how to proceed. On the opposed hand, the sight was lulling and calming to a mastermind holding a sure plan.

Light hums paired with the screams, the occasional words doing nothing to soothe the shivers and struggles of the fading life. Calm melodies left the lips of the orchestrator, the pattern of the song holding steady even as fingers made their way beneath the puzzle of organs to hold one with care.

“If only you had taken as good care of your own child as you did this gorgeous body.” Interrupted the song in time with the knife once again being set to work. Caution and finesse were put into play as the blade was turned to severing an organ from the structures around it. The screams which accompanied the act played through in a song of their own, continuing flowing much like the streams of rich, red blood. Even after the object of interest had been entirely removed neither force showed signs of ceasing or even slowing in the slightest.

Along with the large gathering of warm liquid on the linoleum came the familiar and unforgettable scent accented with hints of copper and iron. How beautifully it all came together: a marvelous production of skill in which every role had been cast and fulfilled without the slightest hitch. Yet, they had only reached the end of scene one. Though the most outstanding piece of the script had been filled, there was much to come.

The barren womb, which once housed the now neglected and abandoned child, was joined by an arrangement of other internal structures. With each slice through the rich collections of flesh and fat the range of sounds heightened, and depth of the scent swelled. Such continued on until both resources had been run dry: the voice had grown far too weak and weary to continue the hoarse, broken screams, and even through the caution and precision which had been used the luscious crimson flow had slowed its fall to mere drips.

By the help of a few scattered nails and pins the uterus was hung proudly above the door which was meant to enter the now empty room once belonging to a child. A small touch of the blood which had been left to gather was added in precise positions to run down from the hanging organ, and down over the white door to stain it with the guilty. Not much else was left to be done after that. Flesh removed from skinned palms was left in a freshly poured glass of wine, and the stomach which always remained fuller than that of the child was carefully placed inside a glass tin to bake until the moment officials arrived.

Moments before the clock ran out, a final step in the preparation was taken: a small marking left beneath the jaw of the deceased, marking her as property. After all, the last thing anyone want is for their handiwork to be assigned the credit of another.

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1st place winner: two characters full body or three characters waist-up

2nd & 3rd place: one character full body or two characters waist-up

I’m willing to draw OCs or characters from fandoms I’m not familiar with but you must be ready to provide references if that’s the case!

Rules:

- you must be following me - you must reblog this post, likes don’t count - you can reblog as many times you like but please don’t spam people - no giveaway blogs

Winners will be chosen at midnight PST on December 1!

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Things you should consider doing before Trump becomes president

-Get any doctor’s appointment taken care of if you have Obamacare -Take advantage of any student loan forgiveness if you can -Get an IUD if you need birth control -Legally change your name if you’re trans -Get a passport -Save up your money

We have little under two months until the presidency changes over. Take advantage of your rights while you have them. Please feel free to add onto this post, these are the only things I can think of right now.

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why do potatoes have more chromosomes than us, what do they need them for??????????

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Illustrations painted by me  The text is from the song called “Hey Brother” by Avicii

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i miss early 2016 when Ted Cruz was the zodiac killer, and Bernie had a real shot, and Trump was a punchline instead of the literal embodiment of the black plague

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Hetalia spoiler

The allies win ww2

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Gay Conversion Therapists Claim Most Patients Fully Straight By The Time They Commit Suicide 

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Oh fuck dude watch out! its Sans Undertale!