So I am bad at describing myself and i've decided to make it participatory. I am pinning this - so ask me anything - or if you know me and want to describe my bullshit for new followers please do.
the only real warning i'll give for new people is that i do not always CW my horror posting - because thats basically my thing. i try my best to CW almost everything else.
eye contact, messy eater, no makeup
feverishly you scan my introduction post, as the slamming of the chained trap door behind you makes you jump slightly, you glance back at me looking up at you from the floor lovingly.
"just cut it" i mutter as you struggle to decide whether or not to follow, "will you cw mentions of blood?" you ask searchingly.
"CUT IT. CUT IT." I bark sweetly from my happy hole. "CUT IT OFF. DEAD BY DAWN DEAD BY DAWN."
"i just feel like some people will get squeamish if you mention blood." you say - tired, clearly you've been trying to convince me of this for hours.
'I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL' i scream helpfully - not quite understanding
Wracked with despair, dread, exhaustion, confusion, and disorientation - you reach the center of the cavern. There is a smooth black throne; carved from what must have once been a single massive stalagmite.
Rays of light converge here, and despite the swirling mists it looks oddly dry. Even Clean. you stare at it. Not what you expected, not what you needed, and whatever else you imagined it was not this.
For what feels like hours you stand, looking around weakly and always returning to the chair. Nodding, resigned, you sit upon it. Feeling the cold of it meld to you like new flesh; you close your eyes. An absence of all feeling descends.
girl or nb: hi
Horror Queen of Mastodon
queer girlfriend of @pbandkate
(we're mono. sorry fam)
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