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op. ocrp. 3n. mdni. 3173.
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ㅤㅤ« ┊ K i b a † ┊ »

:— † vampire!au . progenitor . ocrp
:— † lit . mirrored length
:— † multiverse . crossover-friendly
:— † dark themes . gore . violence
:— † very selective . R18+ . mdni

[The Body Count Continues @tbccpodcast]

Ju-on: The Curse (2000)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀safe travels.

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[Ghost_Girl 👻 @Chantsie93]

Mirrors (2008)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀doing another mundane thing
⠀⠀⠀⠀with the shithead. | @mlsteryo

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀afternoon. sunlight.

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the human was still breathing when kiba dragged him deeper into the trees.

both legs were already broken. the last crack had barely faded into the quiet before the man tried to crawl again, fingers digging desperately into dirt and roots as he pulled himself forward. kiba let him. he stood behind him and watched for several seconds, head tipped slightly to one side, expression almost absent. there was no anger left to burn through. no hurry. only the faint interest of seeing how far the body would continue after it had already been told to stop.

then kiba placed one foot against the man’s lower back and pressed down. something beneath him gave. the scream came thin and sharp enough to scatter something from the branches overhead. kiba’s gaze lifted toward the sound for half a second before settling back on the body beneath him.

still alive.

he crouched beside the man and slipped two fingers into the torn wound along his side. warm blood ran over his knuckles as he pushed deeper, past ruined flesh until the pads of his fingers found the hard curve of a rib. kiba hooked them around it and pulled slowly. the man convulsed beneath him. another pull, and bone tore free with a dull crack, taking a ragged strip of flesh with it. kiba regarded what he had removed for a moment, turned it once between his fingers, then placed it carefully in the dirt beside the man’s face.

the crying changed after that. quieter. kiba reached for his left hand, taking the index finger first and bending it backward until the joint broke. then the next. and the next. each one received the same measured attention, never hurried, never harder than necessary. when the man tried curling the ruined hand away, kiba caught his wrist and flattened the palm against the ground.

“keep it there.”

his voice was calm, almost polite. he crushed the remaining bones beneath his palm.

the begging eventually dissolved into broken noises and shallow attempts at breath. blood bubbled at the corner of the man’s mouth whenever he tried to speak. kiba listened anyway. not because the words mattered, but because the man was still making them.

when even that began to fade, the primordial shifted closer and rested his hand against the man’s chest. beneath his palm, the heart beat frantically against its cage, stubborn and terrified despite everything already destroyed around it. that seemed to interest him most. his fingers pressed between the ribs. bone resisted for less than a second. kiba forced his hand deeper, breaking through cartilage and flesh until his fingers closed around the frantic movement inside.

the body jerked once, then again. kiba squeezed.

the heartbeat vanished beneath his hand. a long, rattling breath escaped the man and did not return.

silence settled through the trees.

kiba remained crouched beside him for another moment, looking at the blood running from his wrist as though it belonged to someone else entirely. then he withdrew his hand, wiped it slowly across the dead man’s shirt, and rose to his full height. whatever curiosity had kept him there was gone.

he left the body where it was.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—• woods. | @brutxlinsanity

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[✒️ @Literariium]

Be boring. Don't chase trends. Don't follow opinions. Do your own thing. Things that feels right in your heart. Wake up early. Go for walks without music. Read books that takes weeks to finish. Watch old films nobody talks about. Music that's rare. Build a private, unimpressive life that makes you deeply happy. A slow life that feels like your own. That's all that matters.

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# or not. it’s much worse outside.

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# stepping away from rpw for a bit.

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# stepping away from rpw for a bit.

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— • looking like i have absolutely nothing
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[☠︎︎ @mlsteryo]

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— • afternoon gym with the shithead.
| @brutxlinsanity
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sooner or later, god’ll cut you down.
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[Libriscent @libriscent]

Performative people care about perception and their reputation. Authentic people care about TRUTH. And the truth don’t change because you don’t like it.

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seen enough.

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the mundane has its merits.
apparently.
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