eh, i’m used to puttin’ weird shit in my mouth, i guess. i’d rank this somewhere between lickin’ a toad and eatin’ rotten rabbit.
Buncha smoke came out. Smelled like sulphur and tasted like ass. Not good ass, either. Swamp ass.
“Hm. Guess it won’t do no good gettin’ ‘em wet with blood. Don’t make a whole lotta sense to cut yourself somewhere else. Spit’ll just have to do.”
vera-ellen wilson / baby firefly, 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 1000 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙨.
crafted for the horrorverse.
mature and explicit content. mdni.
warnings include: violence, gore, death, mental illness, cannibalism, sexual content, and other unsavory themes.
taboo / profic dni.






