#♟-- -{ troubled teens || legion

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33 - Susie

violent action starter // accepting

033. — Kick my muse’s crotch.

Heavy breathing. Laps upon laps around dismantled towers, ski lifts and derby. His smoker lungs only carried him for so long, and with so many years seated in the gambler’s chair, Ace wouldn’t call himself a track race champ by any means. 

Tears from cloth leak blood onto the iced snow, the Legion member looming over the man. Pin point mask cocked down at him. A toothy grin looks up at her, crimson dripping from a broken nose, body sprawled out exhausted and bruised. 

“ Oh mi querido, you sure ya wanna do this? Hurtin’ the old gu– -”

The gambler see’s stars. 

A pathetic noise draws out from his throat as an intense, blinding pain sends his mind rolling. Sentence abruptly cut short as a military style boot hammers right up in between his legs. Ace has to remember to breath, a long intake from gritted teeth and tightly closed eyes. He can’t help but curl in on himself in the snow, bloodied hands clasping his jeans. When speaking voice is strained, pitch high picking up untouched octaves.

                                                                                                                          “ – -f u c k .”

#silvanebula #✉{ offerings || asks #♟-- -{ troubled teens || legion #♚{ live against all odds || verse #// O O F

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“I didn’t come here to fuck around.” - Joey

JENNA MARBLES STARTERS \ CLOSED!

A cocktail of an uncomfortable gargle and a breathy laugh. The gambler remains immobile against a disturbed patch of snow, pink satin shirt stained with crimson, a razor bladed edge in-lodged deep between lines of fabric. 

“ ‘Didn’t know teens took shit so seriously.” 

Tired eyes look up at the looming figure of the boy. The skull hovering over Ace like the reaper, eager to finally get the snake after much hiding in tall grass. Luck and wit carrying the man thus far but now the skeletal hands closed in.  

#shadow-of-the-past #♟-- -{ troubled teens || legion #♚{ live against all odds || verse #✉{ offerings || asks

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​❛ kiss my ass bitch motherfucker ! ❜ - Susie

VINE STARTER || OPEN!

Up high, shoulder torn and spilling metal out from his chest, he just grins that toothy expression as he sways. Ringed hand rests on the rusted hook as he grunts out a response from up on the hilly landscape of the abandoned ski hill. 

“ Ouch. You kiss your mom with that mouth? ”

#shadow-of-the-past #♟-- -{ troubled teens || legion #♚{ live against all odds || verse #✉{ offerings || asks

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killer tag dump!

#♛-- -{ can't take a joke || entity #♟-- -{ I'm ready for my shots || nurse #♟-- -{ watch where you step || trapper #♟-- -{ burnt shrimp || freddy #♟-- -{ masked mother || huntress #♟-- -{ troubled teens || legion #♟-- -{ invisible man || wraith #♟-- -{ actually a tree || hag #♟-- -{ speedy boy || hillbilly #♟-- -{ tubtubs || cannibal #♟-- -{ peeping tom || shape #♟-- -{ cigar man || clown #♟-- -{ needs the ghostbusters || spirit #♟-- -{ nice teeth || doctor #♟-- -{ not into these types of games || pig