Of Course Lgbt People Like Horror. What Did You Think Lgbt Stands For? Lycanthropy Gore Blood Terror

of course lgbt people like horror. what did you think lgbt stands for? lycanthropy gore blood terror

this was going to be much more detailed but I gave up on it. She looks bland without all her Kandi and scene gear

I can't believed I trusted you.

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She had a secret admirer. They left her love notes, each more detailed and artistic than the last. As their confidence grew so did their skill. Maybe she was being too vain in assuming these were for her, maybe she was looking too much into little details and seeing things that weren’t there. Her job required an eye for such detail however, and she prided herself on her ability to see things others glanced over. But little old Cassidy. Was she really worth all this? Someone seemed to think so. Her gloves made a snapping noise as she pulled them on, the black latex stark against her pale skin. The body before her was definitely her newest “gift”. The gruesome defacing of the corpse had become their modus operandi. The picture stuffed into one of the gaping wounds a signature. It was meant for her. A horrible momento, a gift. She carefully pulled the Polaroid from a gash in the victim’s side, inspecting it closely. It was a picture taken of the body from above- the photographers hand could be seen holding up a peace sign. A little childish if she said so herself. She handed the picture over to her coworker who packed it away to send to evidence later. 

Leaning over the body she took her time to examine each and every surface area of flesh and gore.

            Her coworker and mentor, Mike,  made his way back to her, changing his gloves and peering over her shoulder with a grimace.

            “He’s getting more creative, that’s for sure.” He drawled, using the back of his hand to scratch his salt and pepper mustache. She offered him a small noise of agreement, continuing to study the body while he got tools ready. He handed her her clipboard and pen and she got to work detailing every mark, bruise, and gash she could identify on the front side of the body. The victim was female, unlike the last one. She was younger too, with pretty blonde hair and a nice face that had been mostly untouched by the violence the rest of her endured. 

Natalie Ouellette headcanons to go with Nina

Lived with her dad and older brother in Canada, then moved to New Jersey when she was 15. Of course moving to a new state and a new school is hard for a teenage girl. She was always moody and violent, but as the abuse from her father got worse so did her outbursts at school.

She once stabbed a girl in the leg with a pencil. Deeply.

In one of her father's fits of alcoholic rage she was thrown into a coffee table, losing her eye at 12. She used to wear an eyepatch but switched to prosthetics as she got older.

HUGE anger issues.

She cant move away from her abusive father, even after graduating high school. She can't afford to go to art school. Her violent tendencies grow and grow as does her rage. She meets a girl with a glasgow smile who has a solution to her problems. She convinces Natalie to do the unthinkable.

With a dead father and brother she flees with Nina, and the two quickly fall head over heels for each other and their shared attraction for violence.

She has a faint french canadian accent. Is a huge butch, and is IN LOVE with her fucked up girlfriend.

I may write a short story with my versions of Natalie and Nina one day. but here's a quick sketch instead.

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