livingdeadboy.

[ً @aslovewept]

rot with me.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

limb-to-limb, split spine to sternum, ripped open and spread out, swallowed in my bowels..

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« line up. stares.

not alarmed. more like an animal that’s just been smacked in the face with a flashlight. blinking slow. a beat passes before he echoes the other, rasping,〝… what the fuck?〞
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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he ain’t used to people popping outta thin air, but then again—— he ain’t exactly used to 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 no more, period. the corpse sways back, boots scuffing at the dirt. posture loose in the wrong ways, like joints don’t quite »
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[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓢𝚄𝚁‍‍𝙵𝚂 ‍‍ 𓂁 ‍‍ 𝓤𝙿 .ᐟ @dorkywaves]

totally caught off guard , phoenix stumbles back ever so slightly & shoots a judgmental stare in the direction of the undead . “ . . . what the fuck .. “ muttering to himself , taking an extra step back as if he didn’t appear out of

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« released.
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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blood: warm on his tongue, sweeter than it ought to be. grace left out in the sun too long. bleached mercy.

he drinks like he’s dying all over again. jaw working, fingers locked in her sleeve, eyes barely open. nothing elegant »
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[‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍𝓼eason ‍‍of ‍‍the ‍‍𝔴ⁱ͟ᵗ͟ᶜ͟ʰ. @bloodvespers]

the pain is nothing compared to things she's experienced prior. blood drips down worn wrists , eyes widening just a tad as greedy jowls encapsulate her appendage. a tiny whimper as he suckles vermillion from her.

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« about it. just a boy gnawing at the one warm thing he’s touched in weeks. a groan over the sound of feeding, wet and rhythmic.

only when she moves, touches his arm, does he ease off. moaning mournfully as bitten tendon is »
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[ً @sewerscribe]

memories move through the clotted and rotting for­est inside my head and crush the present beneath them.

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« takes a step closer, pulled by instinct—— or by the chorus of dead things wailing in the space between them.
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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he lingers like a bloodstain. unflinching. unmoving. only his eyes shift—— dragging slow across the length of the sharp—mouthed thing in front of him, like he’s waiting to see who steps out of nico’s skin next, like he’s trying to »
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[‎ꫂ᭪݁ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ GOLDILOCKS @altsouls]

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as one with no home to return to ◞ they wander streets——some see shadow of a figure beneath street lamps 𖬺̲ next it’s gone. ⤸
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« someone.

〝you’ve got a whole graveyard gnawin’ at your heels.〞

it’s not accusatory. not surprised. if anything, there’s a hint of recognition. of unwanted kinship. a dog sniffing out its own kind by the rot in their blood.

he »
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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the zombie is too slow to stop himself, dead weight hitting the other with a thud and a 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘢𝘯.
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[‍‍ ‍‍ 𝓢𝚄𝚁‍‍𝙵𝚂 ‍‍ 𓂁 ‍‍ 𝓤𝙿 .ᐟ @dorkywaves]

accidentally teleporting right in front of the * reader .. whoops . . . !

[dead on the concrete @sxlxntshxdxw]

something bled here

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« thank you.〞the corpse takes an unbalanced step back, voice dragging.〝i just got turned around, is all.〞
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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he sees it in her face—— concern, not fear. not yet. something softer. prompting posture to shift. he doesn’t quite straighten, but something in him tries to. polite, almost. like he still remembers his sunday manners.

〝… no—— no, »
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[‍ ‍ ‍𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. @funeralsores]

her concern grew, and her question was left with a hallow answer. the stench of the dead was unmistakable; the survival instinct to know a threat is nearby, permanently etched in her nostrils.

maybe, he’d killed someone. maybe, his —

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

https://t.co/ld2BA9IX4y

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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staring at @ichorsdear, dead—eyed. blood on his collar. filth in the seams. isaiah stands a few yards off, half-hidden by the shade. figure cut unto the tree line, watching her read beneath an impressive oak.

the corpse doesn’t »
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝐂𝙰𝙻𝙻 … l͟i͟k͟e for a short starter, varying length. mutuals only.
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

https://t.co/qPvChlNZ7Q

[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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he didn’t mean to follow @altsouls.

but something pulled. same way cicadas hum before a storm, same way the air feels wrong when a body’s buried shallow.

he watches them from across the lot — slumped on a bench outside a gas »
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« digging his unused voice up like a body buried in the earth, slow and dragging.〝… that a good one?〞
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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staring at @ichorsdear, dead—eyed. blood on his collar. filth in the seams. isaiah stands a few yards off, half-hidden by the shade. figure cut unto the tree line, watching her read beneath an impressive oak.

the corpse doesn’t »
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[livingdeadboy. @rotprayers]

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« move for a long while. just watches. curious. drawn. rot finding a soft spot in the wood. a half—dead animal catching the scent of something too sweet to be safe.

he doesn’t realize he’s gotten closer until she glances up. »
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