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I AM NOT AN ELITIST FAVORING BLOG.

the meaning to the term ELITIST is a little controversial, but what I mean by it is that I don’t write with you based on graphics, or how coded your FONT is, or how well-known / favored your portrayal is. when I follow you, I want to write with YOU!! those elements are rather nice and all, but roleplaying is all about the interaction.

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stop making roleplays one-sided. 

people who CONSTANTLY talk about their muse and ONLY their muse is exhausting. yes, I want to hear your character development!! you have a new headcaonon?? please, share it with me!! do you want to talk about things between OUR muses?? hmu literally ANY TIME!!

BUT SERIOUSLY – stop using me for selfishness. I don’t like to write with people who think that only their character matters, especially above mine. unless we’re making a SPECIFIC PLOT together in which the previous statement is applicable, don’t just use me for your own personal gain. writing is for the experience of TWO PEOEPLE, NOT JUST ONE.

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Starter call! ♥ for a random starter, feel free to send an ask or dm if you'd prefer plotting/discussing ideas!

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I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

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Rera stirred lazily as Marcus' alarm roused her from her slumber. She cracked open a bleary eye to regard him with a sleepy smile.

“Mmm, do not think you are rid of me so easily,” she purred, fixing him with a playful smirk. She stretched like a cat, wings rustling beneath the sheets.

Rera's feelings toward Marcus were complex, as with all things where devils were concerned. Beneath her playful, teasing demeanor, she guarded her heart. To care for a mortal in the fleeting way they experience life was foolish, an invitation to have that heart shattered all too soon. And yet, with Marcus it was different.

He saw beyond her conflicted nature to the soul within, accepting all that she was without flinching. His courage & compassion called to something within her, long buried. With him she felt at ease, as with no other before - something dangerously akin to love.

But she knew that the life he led was dangerous. And that one day, it might lead him to a fate even her dark powers could not change.

So she masked her fear & care behind barbs & seduction, holding him at arm's length lest he glimpsed how deeply under her skin he has crept. But in the quiet moments, her eyes betrayed her, filled with tenderness she thought died long ago.

As Marcus rose to dress, Rera propped herself up on an elbow, admiring the play of muscles beneath his tattoos. “Breakfast does sound lovely. But it can wait a bit,”

With feline grace she slipped from the bed, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his middle. Her lips brushed the nape of his neck, feeling him shiver at her touch.

“Come now, back to bed. I'll ensure you start your day feeling refreshed, then you may be on your way,”

“  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m going to throw it out the window. ”

marcus  was  an  early  riser,  he  had  become  so  disciplined  and  accustomed  to  the  early  rises  and  seeing  the  sun  rise  was  one  of  those  things  he  loved.  as  he  moved  over  from  of  his  side  of  the  bed,  he  saw  @maladcmini.  his  digits  pressed  the  buttons  on  the  clock  which  switched  off  the  irritating  alarm.  "  sorry.  i  didn't  realise  i  now  have  someone  staying  over  with  me.  "  his  laugh  was  soft,  but  with  a  hint  of  his  signature  british  sarcasm.

as  he  got  out  of  bed,  he  covered  his  upper  body  with  a  soft,  lounge  t-shirt,  covering  his  tattoos.  "  did  you  want  me  to  stay  in  bed  for  a  while  longer  or  shall  I  make  breakfast  for  the  both  of  us  ??  "  his  personality  was  warm  and  kind,  despite  him  being  a  deadly  individual  as  a  spy/agent.

his  footsteps  were  soft  as  they  gently  tread  against  the  soft  carpet  of  his  room.  "  besides,  don't  get  too  comfortable  with  me  in  bed  or  you'll  not  want  to  keep  yourself  away  from  me.  not  the  first  time  someone's  tried  chasing  me.  "

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a ⠀𝖉evil ⠀would ⠀raz𝑒͟ ⠀the ⠀ world ⠀for ⠀ her ⠀𝒍over 𓂃 ݁݁ ‍ ♡ ...⠀ 

Rera draws intricate hellish symbols upon her lover's skin while they sleep, claiming they ward off evil spirits & mark them as under her protection. The runes are drawn in her own blood for maximum potency. ⠀ Her lover's safety & happiness are her top priorities. She keeps a constant magical vigil even when apart, and any who dare threaten her paramour will face her lethal wrath.

Small tokens of affection like severed demonic body parts or cursed artifacts are her love language. She presents them as trophies from vanquished foes to demonstrate her power & remind her lover of who protects them. ⠀ Holidays are an alien concept, but she enjoys lavishing gifts reflective of her nature - things like cursed jewelry that bestow unholy boons or ritual daggers. Practical yet thoughtful in a devilish way. ⠀ Jealousy on her part is nonexistent, but cross her privately & her eyes will glow like hot coals with barely contained fury. She expects complete loyalty in return for her commitment. ⠀ Cuddling takes a unique form, as she often sprouts her feathery wings to cocoon lover and herself in an embrace, nipping affectionately at any exposed skin within reach. ⠀ Her kisses taste of brimstone and feel like a brand, searing with an intensity that leaves one longing for more. She pours her feral passion into even the simplest of affectionate touches.

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send me an emoji + a character and i'll show you what they would wear for...

🩲 : underwear 😴 : pajamas 🏃 : gym clothes 🤿 : a swimsuit 🕴️ : a suit 💃 : a ballgown 👗 : a cocktail dress 🩰 : a ballerina tutu 👰 : a wedding dress 🎃 : a halloween costume 🎉 : a clubbing outfit ❄️ : a winter outfit 🦩 : a summer outfit 💌 : a first date outfit 👩‍🚒 : a work uniform 🧽 : a maid outfit 🦇 : a goth outfit 🌏 : a travel outfit 👩‍🏫 : a school outfit 🎙️ : a vintage outfit 💖 : their favourite outfit

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Rera watched the man warily from the shadows, gaze calculating as he struggled back to his feet. Her kick had been stronger than intended, enhanced as her physiology was, but she would show no remorse. Not when every organization from the BSAA to FBI was hunting her for her past ties to Umbrella.

“Talk, is it?” She scoffed, stepping into the dim light, hands raised in a placating gesture even as her mind raced through escape routes. “To what end? You burst in here guns blazing like I'm some rabid dog in need of putting down.”

Her enhanced hearing had detected his approach long before, affording her the element of surprise. Now she scrutinised him closer, seeking any clues as to his true allegiances as she stood poised in the shadows.

She took a measured step forward, movements predatory and graceful as only one altered by the Progenitor virus could achieve. “Forgive me if I'm less than trusting of strangers sent to fetch me these days.”

Her blonde hair was braided back in a tight plait, stray wisps escaping to frame her sharp features. She wore a form-fitting black hoodie beneath a worn leather jacket, well-worn & weathered from years on the run.

Dark jeans hugged her long legs, tucked into sturdy boots in worn black leather completed the ensemble, the sturdy soles whispering of miles walked in both pursuit and flight.

A multitude of hidden weapons & devices were secreted upon her person, from thin stiletto blades sheathed at her wrists to vials of experimental serums in the inner pockets of her coat.

“You'll forgive me as well if I find your request for civility lacking in credibility,” Rera continued, tone silken yet edged. “Given how our meeting commenced and all,” Rera stated, eyes flicking to his discarded gun, calculating how swiftly she could disarm him if needed.

The things she knew, the research she left unfinished, would break his precious world order wide open.

@maladcmini: fight. for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

so long as those that worked for umbrella prior to its fall roamed the streets, there was a risk of events repeating itself and another city falling to the infected, and that was one risk that the D.S.O. couldn't take. so an agent was dispatched to swiftly bring the researcher in. however, frustratingly, it felt like he was chasing shadows, catching glimpses before they vanished again. but there was only so far one could flee in this place and all of the dark corners of it were quickly running out.

if he was right, from the brief glance at the building's map on the way past it, this corridor led to a dead end with two rooms either side. she could hide in those rooms but they'd get her nowhere, not with him quickly on her heel. a loud echoing footstep carried down the hallway, making him pause and slow his strides, careful and quiet. finally, an end to this cat and mouse game. pressing himself up against the wall, he listened closely as he cautiously approached the corner, however only an eerie silence greeted him. it was too quiet. she knew he was there.

and he was right to think that. leon quickly broke from cover, gun aimed high, when a stern kick to the chest sent him flying back and sliding across polished floors, gun skittering off across the room. it left him winded and wheezing, ribs groaning in protest as he propped himself up onto an elbow, gaze sweeping until it found his gun ( too far for him to quickly grab ) then towards the shadow he'd been chasing. the very person he was sent after.

❝ christ, someone didn't skip out on their leg day. ❞ he'd been kicked before, that was nothing new, but not like that, not in a while. and not by a seemingly human threat. something more sinister was lurking beneath this entire thing. holding aching ribs, he pushed himself back up to feet with a grimace, cautious to get any closer on the account of the new revelation. ❝ don't s'pose we could talk about this like two civil adults, could we? ❞

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𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[maladcmini]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[maladcmini]

[maladcmini]

Rera's wings are a thing of sinister beauty, as deadly as they are mesmerizing. They emanate from her back in a gradient of crimson hues, darkening to an inky black at the tips. Each individual plumage is as sharp as a honed talon, capable of slicing flesh as easily as parchment.

When threatened, the she-devil needs no weapons - her wings are defense enough. With a flick of thought, they explode from her back in a whirlwind of feathery membranes & flashing steel.

When surrounded, Rera will spin into the air like a dervish, her wings extended to their full span. Any fool who draws too close risks being thrown aside in a spray of gore as those scythe-like edges carve through armor & bone alike.

When the last body hits the floor, soaked feathers sheathe once more into her back, not a drop of gore staining her alabaster skin. She need only flick the remnants from her primaries & smile, a ruler surveying her vanquished subjects with cruel delight. Such is the lethal beauty of Rera's wings - a blessing & bane to all who face their merciless caress.

Rera takes great pride in her wings, preening them with demonic magic that keeps their membranes tough as dragonhide.

And yet, in private moments when none could see, she found herself wondering what it might feel like… The gentle carding of fingers through her primaries, tracing each barb with delicate care. It had been so long since one dared lay hands upon her wings without meeting a swift & bloody end.

Rera would deny any such weakness with fury. To show vulnerability, to derive pleasure from another's touch - such things were beneath a fearsome creature such as herself!

Nonetheless she did imagine allowing another intimacy, just once. Leaning into their caress with a sigh as tension unknotted from her muscles. How good it might feel to relax into the soothing ministration instead of tensing for the inevitable pain. To have someone see the lethal beauty of her wings and appreciate, not fear them.

But no, such fanciful musings were far too dangerous. To crave touch was to crave weakness, dependence on another. And Rera was no one's pet to be coddled and cooed over! Her power came from solitude, from fear, not such... demeaning comforts...

Still, in the dead of night when nightmares come, she finds herself dreaming of gentle fingers sifting through her plumes, easing the tightness in her shoulders. And perhaps, just perhaps, a quiet, rumbling purr might escape, were any ever brave enough to try...

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Rera met the man’s piercing gaze unflinchingly, well accustomed to having her true nature assessed. Beneath her aloof facade, she remained alert, senses attuned for any hint of threat from this enigmatic stranger.

His words, carried on a current of subtle warning, did not go unheeded. Rera was no fool - this man was no mere librarian, and he saw far more than she had shown. Intriguing indeed but no matter - Rera had faced demons and monsters alike, she had naught to fear from this stranger.

Still, caution was wise. With a subtle flex of will, the she-devil cast a non-detection spell upon herself, further masking her infernal essence from prying eyes and spells. Let him think of her merely as a curious scholar for now.

“I understand completely,” she replied, voice like silk concealing steel. “And I assure you academic pursuits alone drive my search,”

Rera tilted her head, studying him anew, no mere human aura clung to this one, yet power radiated from him, she sensed no demonic taint within his soul either. Peculiar. Dark and fathomless, yet untamed. A being of mystery, then.

 And he clearly knew these stacks like the veins on the back of his hand.

“Your offer of guidance is appreciated. I'm certain with your expertise, we'll find what I seek quickly. As for the library's rules…” Her smile widened. “Safety first, of course,” Rera stepped back, gesturing for him to proceed, all feigned innocence. But her guard remained up, wary eyes taking in every nuance, every flicker of power within this strange shadowman who was more than he seemed.

Crimson locks cascading over her leather jacket, Rera paused at the edge of the aisle, eyes scanning the endless shelves of dusty tomes. She had been searching this labyrinthine library for hours to no avail, seeking a particular tome that was written by a mortal but described infernal spells, her frustration growing with each dead end. 

Her keen eyes scanned the titles, picking out obscure languages and blasphemous symbols. Then a flash of movement caught her attention, a figure emerging from the shadows, a book snapping closed in their hands. 

Crimson eyes met emerald as the man approached. Rera’s infernal senses detected something in him - a darkness dwelled within this person. The she-devil studied the stranger with keen interest, taking in his tall frame and sharp green eyes, the haunted edge to his features.

“I could use some assistance,” she replied in dulcet tones, flashing a dazzling smile meant to disarm. “This place is like a maze. I've been searching the shelves to no avail, hoping to find a particular book… though the title escapes me,” she explained.

“It was written by a mortal— I mean, a man…” Rera caught her slip a moment too late, cursing her careless tongue. To refer to humans as ‘mortals’ would arouse suspicion from one posing as their kind!

“The book is about demonic lore. Strictly for research purposes of course - I'm writing an article on mythology and folktales,” She waved a hand airily, as if discussing mere fantasy rather than blasphemous truth.

She cut a striking figure in her worn leather jacket and boots, though her curves were softened somewhat by the oversized grey hoodie she wore. “These stacks go on forever, and my search has borne no fruit. Perhaps a local such as yourself could point me in the right direction, if such a book is held here at all.”

Rera smiled again, a flash of fangs beneath her lip that could pass for a trick of the light. She leaned against a shelf, the picture of casual interest, though her mind turned with plans within plans.

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⛧ — Our resident half-devil Rera has never been in love and doesn't believe she is capable of such an emotion. For her, romance is purely physical and about satisfying carnal cravings.

⛧ — She enjoys the thrill of seduction but once she's bedded her target, she quickly loses interest. Rera craves the chase more than any emotional connection.

⛧ — Due to her pansexuality & promiscuous nature, Rera has been with countless partners over her years. She knows exactly how to use her wiles to reel in any mark.

⛧ — Commitment is a foreign concept. Rera has never had a real relationship that lasted more than a few weeks at most. Monogamy bores her to tears.

⛧ — She views romance as just another game to be won or manipulation tactic. Rera loves twisting people around her finger & toying with their hearts.

⛧ — Due to her chaotic nature, Rera's flings often end in disaster, such as broken hearts, blackmail schemes, or the occasional maiming.

⛧ — Deep down, some part of Rera believes she is doomed to wander forever alone. Without a soul to ground her, her passion burns hot but fleeting.

[maladcmini]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning