watching uh. grian's secret life session six now that i have time and- i want to. make angst now
like- "...you can come out now" JLDGTSJFS. THE POSSIBILITIES HERE. GUYS.
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The Emperor of Blood and Bone
Content: Blood, Creepy Whumper, Gore, Smoking, Violence
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Jasper hummed as he walked, almost dancing around the room. He was in a delightful mood, and getting his hair done would make his day. He walked over to the bin, tossed his cigarette, and exhaled softly. Grinning, he turned to where Griff sat, bound and gagged. Wordlessly, Jasper chose an empty jar off the shelf and, grabbing a knife as he passed the rack, began to work.
Griff's muffled screams and muted cries were barely audible behind the gag, as Jasper slowly pressed the knife into his skin, the razor-sharp edge penetrating the flesh with ease. He dug deeper, the blade slicing through the fat layers, watching eagerly as the blood flowed, swiftly pouring out of his arm. He had already moved the jar into position, and it caught the blood perfectly, every drop pouring into the container. Jasper was glad he wasn't wearing his fancy gloves for this, the blood and tears would've stained the leather. He smiled at Griff from behind his sunglasses, watching with perverse joy as Griff sobbed, huge, terrible sobs that shook his whole body.
Jasper began to undress after he had stitched Griff's arm together and left him to recover. It would do no good to stain his clothes, after all. Jasper shook out his snow-white hair, allowing it to flow down his back, resting just below his shoulder blades. Unscrewing the jar of blood's lid, he grinned and, wearing nothing but underwear, began to pour the blood into his hair. The heavy, sharp, metallic scent of blood filled the room. Jasper was slow and methodical, only using a bit at a time, massaging it into his scalp, and running his blood-tinged fingers through his hair. Sometimes he'd dip the longer chunks of his hair into the jar, allowing them to soak briefly, before he pulled them out, relishing the feeling of the thick, metallic blood rolling down his body.
As he finished, Jasper sighed in delight. You just can't get the same deep, crimson hue with any hair dye, he thought. Admiring his gorgeous hair in the mirror, Jasper smiled. The few flecks of white-red he hadn't fully soaked just added to the allure. Grinning widely, he patted his hair dry and began to redress.
After redressing and putting his makeup on, Jasper left his room and walked to the throne room. As he sat, his pet, a beautiful bearded vulture, alighted on the arm of his throne. He smiled, gently scratching the scavenger's head. Turning to face his subjects, The Emperor of Blood and Bone motioned for the court to begin.
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I just had a fantastic idea and I need to share:
you know Getränkesirup? the stuff that makes the water tastes fruity n shit?
Yeah I now have strawberry milk <3
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Whoooah!
This painting in this hotel is a vibe…
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"However, in India and Africa, the subjects were not as troubled by the voices – they seemed on one level to make sense in a more relational world. Still, differences existed between the participants in India and Africa; the former’s voice-hearing experience emphasized playfulness and sex, whereas the latter more often involved the voice of God."
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THATS WHERE THE POSE IS FROM??!?!!!!
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i was given freedom to make food entirely on my own so now we have dumpling soup (: happy day everyone, happy day
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I LOVE FUNGPRAY THEY’RE SO SILLY also i jsut watched ride the cyclone & it was ok ig *starts dancnig to ballad of jane doe*
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