#☠ — ANSWERED ( IC )

[heiresea]

@yoakkemae sent: ​❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞ // it looks like shit. literally looks like a five year old carved a smiley face into a pumpkin. ruin ben's hopes and dreams. (he's well aware it looks like shit.)

( autumnal starters. / accepting! )

eviscerated pumpkin guts spill over her fingers, & the sensation is incredibly unpleasant, but she can't seem to get her hand free. it's as annoying as it is distracting. when ben calls her attention away, she's almost grateful - until her gaze falls upon the carvings he's unfortunately forced upon the gourd in his attempts to form a face from nothing. 

❝ i thought these were supposed to be scary. not … ❞ uma pauses, nose scrunching up as she searches for the right word in the hollows of the pumpkin's crooked expression. maybe they should just get some hammers & put the poor thing out of its misery. ❝ … whatever THAT'S supposed to be. ❞

[raidred]

name: eustass kid age: 23 do you like to cuddle?: touch me and I’ll stomp yer fuckin skull in can we make out?: *VIOLENT GAGGING NOISES* a night in or dinner out?: dinner out and yer payin ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: don’t be a cheap cunt, both! what makes you a good Valentine?: anyone’s a better valentine than you would you cook for me?: do I have to say it again?? ya got yer own fancy cooks, so FEED ME would you let me cook for you?: I ain’t eatin that shit, ya probably poisoned it

// a terrible red head for a terrible red head

He didn't deign to spare the fleeing maid a second glance, once she'd handed him the morning's newspaper along with his portion of the mail it was as if she'd never existed to begin with. Placing the newspaper upon the table, he'd inspect the mail he'd been given only to stop and stare at a particular piece that had caught his eye; A Valentine's Application.

Retrieving the cup of coffee that had almost been forgotten, he'd sit down in his chair and actually look over the paper in his hands. finding himself almost amused by the other's written responses to the questions. Though what was truly laughable was how the other had even begun to think him, an orphaned rat from the south blue sea's, was worthy to be within five feet of his person.

He knew exactly how he should reply to the other, reaching for his quill and ink, he'd dip it into the pot before circling three things upon the page; touch me and I’ll stomp yer fuckin skull in, VIOLENT GAGGING NOISES, and finally anyone’s a better valentine than you. Looking at the altered application, he'd then write on the bottom of the page; The feeling is entirely mutual, street rat. - Vinsmoke Ichiji.

Looking at his work, he'd give a small hum of satisfaction before placing it in a crimson envelope and sealing it with black wax baring the Vinsmoke family crest to be sent off with the outgoing mail.

[funbonded]

@revvnant made a birthday wish: you know me and blood.

HELLRAISER

❝  Yes, yes. Always doused in it! Your own or otherwise. What makes you so special, Birthday Boy? We both know we're not so different. By programming I'm only as BROKEN as you are. And yet from that I made MYSELF strong. ❞

An impossible glint in his eyes, as his head twists to create the illusion that his wide toothy grin had contorted and twisted into something far more sinister.

[ask-the-boogeyman]

Magic Anon!

Mikey is now wearing a black leather collar with spikes and an orange pumpkin charm 🎃

The immediate recoiling of having something against his neck is clear as day, hands going up to try and rip the thing off. After several attempts, getting poked by the spikes... He realizes that it isn't coming off anytime soon. Frustration hangs on his shoulders, as well as something else. He felt... Embarrassed? There's no hiding the collar, the spikes make it impossible to do so. Settling down into his chair, his arms fold as his head partially hangs with irritation, the collar jutting against his chin and the pumpkin charm dangling cutely against his collarbone.

He is going to kill you anon.

[iimexpensiive]

✧ @shadowyspectre ✧ — ( ☠ ― “𝑂𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟” 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ) "Did you? ...I totally didn't notice." {From NG!Macaque}

"Mhm, not expecting you to have."

There was a solemn note to his words, a tone that carried a lot of emotions that was uncommon to hear from the masked sage. It was hard for him to hide this time — not that other times had been easy, he had to perfect his craft. Honed it over the years to keep everyone thinking he wasn't a broken mess, a hallow husk of the Monkey King. Couldn't let them see how far he had fallen or how deep that pit had gotten, having given up crawling out of it a long time ago. Made his peace to stay there and let himself drown in the darkness.

Yet, he couldn't help the small display that escaped his lips. This was an encounter he never thought he'd face, one that would never happen even in his wildest fantasies. All the words he had practiced in his head to say should he seemed to shrivel up and die in his throat. Instead? He pretended to not know, to be blind to who was standing before him. Keeping up the charade of being an utter stranger even as his heart yearned to reach out for the other — to try and make amends with him. It was better this way, he didn't want to ruin this new life he had. He had not right to.

"It's fine though — "

" — going unnoticed means I'm doing my job right."

Covering up his earlier blunder with fake cheerfulness even if it was the farthest mood away from what he was feeling. Fuck, he needed a drink after this. Already planning to destroy his supply back home and drink himself into a stupor — that would deal with this pesky mood rising in him. Numb his misery.

[saiibeo]

// that might've been all the juice I had for the day but I think I did a whole lot more than I normally do! I'm going to cook dinner for me and my fiancé and see how I feel afterwards. Might get a few more replies in before I finally go to bed but we shall see.

[morsostium]

( misc. ) tag drop !

[mcltiples]

first impressions matter || accepting

@demoniicparty sent; rain, sender and receiver both get stuck under the same awning when seeking shelter from sudden rain. ~ Caliope to any muse of your choosing !

This was just great. All of the research papers that Vallie carried was now wet due to the heavy pour of rain. Those precious hours just gone by the weather. And even worse, she wouldn't risk walking and getting even more wet.

So she had no choice but to stay here until it cleared up.

A sigh left her nostrils, her tail wrapping around her own body to give her some sort of comfort. At least she wasn't totally alone in the heavy down pour. Though, she doubted that the other would want to hear about her boring, awful day.

"Why couldn't it have rained another day?" She mused to herself.

[siixkiing]

"You're burning up..." {for sun wukong ☕}

☯ ☠ ― 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. ☯

"I'm naturally warm, soooo..."

Denial at it's finest. The Great Sage not about to admit that he was feeling a little under the weather right now — after all, HE didn't get sick. So what if he was a little warmer than usual? That was totally normal for him.

Unfocused aureate hues staring at the shadow, trying to process why he was even here right now. It's not like they were on good terms right now, one could say they were still enemies at that. So, he didn't get the sudden concern for why he was overheating like a furnace right now — least that seemed like concern? Who knew, he certainly didn't right now. Not with the mental haze from the cold THAT he most certainly did NOT have right now. Just everyone's silly imagination playing tricks on them — case in point with Macaque right now.

"Now, if you're quite finished bugging me, I got stuff to do — "

" — important Monkey King stuff."

He didn't have time to waste, especially being sick — which he wasn't. Doing his best to look like the picture perfect example of healthy even as a cough tried to start up in his chest and throat. Nope, just stifling that.

[heiresea]

@girlmisfit sent: “did you do something different with your hair?”

it SHOULDN’T feel like an accusation -  yet it does. instinctive fingers rise, brushing a small curtain of braids over the slope of her shoulder. uma suppresses a shiver as the hair tickles any patch of exposed skin it finds, the style far shorter than her usual. now the strands bounce in the hint of curls, ends making a pattern of swirls & coils against her collarbone. 

the ( implied ) scrutiny inspires a quick once - over of her own, uma’s gaze taking in the blue - haired princess with critical precision. ❝ yeah - got it done on my last trip to the isle. ❞ she answers, elusive. ❝ and no, it wasn’t dizzy this time. ❞

[raidred]

Name: Nami. Age: 21. Do you like to cuddle?: Sure. Can we make-out?: If you're good for me. A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out. I'm sure you have good taste. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm good arm candy. Would you cook for me?: Hmm. I suppose. Would you let me cook for you?: I imagine you don't cook --- but if it's what you really want.

Looking over the navigator's application, he was certain his little brother's heart would positively shatter if he ever found out about this. How intriguing that she'd submit such a thing when she'd seen their true nature, when she'd seen how they treated her beloved cook. Not only that, but it seemed they shared something in common; they both liked strawberries.

The more he looked over the application, the more he realized he could use it to his benefit. If she wanted to seek out his attention this badly, who was he to deny her of it?

" You like strawberries too? Interesting, let's talk about it. "

APPLICATION STATUS; ACCEPTED.

[funbonded]

@sunnydropped counted: ❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜ Sun ...

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

He  is  thankful  the  lack  of  emotion  his  features  yield  right  now.  Even  though  it  hurt.  Maybe  he  could  not  truly  feel  pain  but  he  knows  the  stuttering  of  his  gears,  the  sparks  of  loose,  flitter  of  electricity.

Funtime  had  consciously  been  pushing  the  celestial  away.  It  was  for  his  own  good.  Sun  was  learning  too  much  about  his  panda  friend,  even  though  truly  they  were  more  than  just  friends,  that  was  why  Funfred  couldn't  handle  this.  Sun  really  thought  Funfred  was  kind,  loving  and  gentle  when  he's  actually  the  opposite.  

Pretending  had  been  fine  at  first  but  eventually  it  just  became  unbearable.  Looking  someone  you  cared  about  day  to  day,  knowing  they  can't  even  see  the  real  you,  knowing  as  soon  as  they  do;  they're  gone.  

❝  I'm-❞  He  never  says  sorry  so  easily,  turning  his  face  away.  ❝  I  know  you  consider  me  a  special  friend  and  I  do  you  too...but  I  don't  think  you'll  ever  understand  what  I  am.  What  I  was  made  to  do.  And  even  if  you  did,  even  if  you  did  and  you  didn't  hate  me  for  it  you'd  only  be  dragged  down  into  the  depths  of  darkness  with  me.  I've  lost  too  many.  So  I'm  setting  you  free.❞

[heiresea]

only allie would find the idea of being hit by lighting fun. exasperation ( fond, despite it all, ) leaves her in a sigh, one hand raising to block the downpour from her gaze - the raindrops are heavy, clinging to her hair & eyelashes. but the rush of each cool trail left behind over her cheeks is strangely … soothing. a pleasant after effect, compensation for the dark & booming skies, perhaps.  ❝ castle walls, i can climb. trees ? ❞ uma places her palm against the hard bark, thumb flicking over the rough-soaked wood. she can clearly trace the path allie used in her ascension, but that’s only partially confidence bolstering. ❝ not quite as likely, sweetness. you’ll have to enjoy this adventure without me. ❞

“ heiresea. ”

        even in the chaos & the wind, uma’s eyes never once leave the fae’s form as she ascends, watching carefully to ensure the branches of the tree are sturdy, supportive. the forest may be allie’s element, but it is an unknown to uma, a terrain with which she is undoubtedly at a disadvantage. even to lightning. ❝ can’t say i have. mom says it hurts like a bitch though, ❞ she answers, any mirth in her smile slightly strained, as though the very mention of ursula could further darken the clouds. the sheer power of the storm is as thunderingly loud as her heartbeat in her ears. ❝ and no offense, but i’m not looking to give it a shot myself. ❞

                atop  the  tree,  embraced  by  its  branches,  allie  frowns.    “  hurts?  do  you  think  it’ll  hurt?  it  sounds  so  fun,  though!  why  would  it  hurt?  ”    she  wishes  uma  would  come  up  and  join  her,  the  trees  are  so  lovely  in  the  rain!  they  dance  with  the  storm,  and  they  grow  with  the  water  that  falls.  it’s  an  irreplaceable  feeling,  being  able  to  watch  something  grow  and  flourish.    “  please,  uma?  pretty  please?  i’m  so  lonely  up  here!  i,  like,  can’t  even  see  you!  ”    which  isn’t  all  of  the  way  true,  but  it  certainly  could  be,  if  she  went  any  higher.  baby  blue  doe  eyes  look  down  at  uma,  large  and  pleading.    “  please?  ”

[ask-the-boogeyman]

“ don’t be what they made you… “ or “ you don’t have to do this! “ ( resident evil verse >:3 )

Don't be what they made him?

That is all he has ever been.

Michael watches the man as he approaches, spilling this line about how he doesn't have to be what they made him. As if he had a CHOICE. As if he could just live peacefully. With a scoff, he looks at the man with a look of absolute wrath, eyes brimmed with a dark glow of malice. There are more bodies strewn about, mangled, and covered in masses of flesh and mold and Michael just stands there. It's almost as if this man thinks he can just be HUMAN.

Does he look human, Chris Redfield? There is a scowl on his face, the mask discarded since he has no use for it. He's already been discovered after all. Cracking his neck, he begins to approach, from a slow step to suddenly being in front of the other man with a low growl.

DOES HE LOOK HUMAN, CHRIS? Or are you just saying those words while you ready your weapons to try and gun him down like a filthy animal? His body is incapable of normal damage, his eyes glow, and he can control the very masses around them right now.

Then he says... He doesn't have to do this. That angers Michael even further as he sends a pillow of organic flesh and bone to wrap around the older man. As he does so, he finally looks at him with a frown.

You just want to end him like the scientists did.

[iimexpensiive]

✧ @champiionic ✧ — ( ☠ ― “𝑂𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟” 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ) "You fight really funny. We should try taking on the enemy together!" From Rai!

"You have some pretty interesting tricks up your sleeve too, kiddo."

Curiosity bubbling just below the surface about the young man before him. Did he have an Astra? Well, he certainly didn't see one manifest and yet he controlled the winds so easily — definitely had his attention for the moment. This was a curious one for the masked man.

"Sadly, I work alone."

Even if the offer meant he could figure out more about this strange young man. Still, he didn't want to drag him into any of his affairs like that — he seemed like a good kid. Didn't need him getting mixed up in the seedy underbelly that was the underground. It would ruin him if he wasn't prepared for that harsh reality. Plus, he wasn't keen on letting someone he barely knew that close to him.

Though, he might visit the boy and learn more about him later on. Wouldn't be TOO hard for him to track him down after all, one of his many skills.

" — BUT hey, definitely not opposed to running into you again in the future. Could be fun to get into a tussle together again should it come to pass."

[cienie-isengardu]

❤ - Family Headcanon for Shang Tsung please!

And ☠ angry/violent headcanon for our boy Bi-Han!

Oh, nice ones! Thank you and sorry it took me so long to answer!

❤ - Family Headcanon for Shang Tsung please!

Shang Tsung barely remembers his family, which is understandable as more than a thousand years have passed since the last time he saw them. It was the natural order of things after all, for memories to fade after so long, to be superseded and replaced by vast knowledge and even vastier numbers of collected souls, as each carried their own weight, their own complicated history.

When you have memories of hundreds of mothers, it is easy to forget your own. Sometimes Shang Tsung couldn’t tell anymore where his memories started and where they ended, all feelings mixed and confused between all the souls if he did not focus well enough, if his control slipped even for a bit.

(And it did slip in the past often, when he was younger and less experienced, and then flooded with memories of different life, different times before he became Shao Kahn’s slave apprentice. But did the warm laugh of mother, and work-worn yet gentle hand of father was true, or just imagined, he could not tell anymore). 

But the thing is - Shang Tsung doesn’t care to remember. It is not like his family was bad, at least not by the standard of the era they all lived together back then. Even now, even despite himself, he still has some fondness for his mother (he was not a heartless monster, not yet, anyway) but what he remembers best about his parents and brother is how little they understand him, how little truly they accept his weirdness. As far as Shang Tsung can recall the old, faded scraps of his former life, they have never hated him outright but they did resent him in a lot little things, never letting him forget there was something abnormal about him.  Because Shang Tsung was a different child, too smart for his own good, too curious about magic around him, too eager to shift, to change. Everyone wanted him to stick to one, designated shape and position, to live the meaningless life but why should he limit himself with such a boring thing? Why to spend all his life on hard, thankless work that only the rich benefit from, instead of pursuing his own dreams of knowledge, of adventure, of something, anything, more than gods allowed him to have?

Which is why he did not hesitate once he stumbled upon something that turned out to be a magic portal to Outworld. It was there he learned not only magic but also how surprisingly little he missed his family.

And ☠ angry/violent headcanon for our boy Bi-Han!

Since he was little, Bi-Han was taught the importance of duty. Duty to Earthrealm and its protector, Fire Lord Liu Kang, duty to the clan he was born to lead one day. Everything resolved around those two things and nothing had the right to matter more. Not personal happiness, not desires, not even family could stand above duty. 

So he trained, and trained and trained, until his body became a deadly weapon, until his heart was cold enough to accept there may be a day when the duty will demand to sacrifice his own flesh and blood for a greater good. He pushed himself beyond own limits, until his heart was cold enough to look at his brothers - one from the same mother and one adopted - and not see the silly children with silly dreams they were but the future Lin Kuei warriors honor bound to serve.

(He did not understand his father’s fierce devotion to Liu Kang but then his father was full of fire he could never identify with. His heritage was the ice and coldness, the same blood that flowed in his mother's veins. She made sense to Bi-Han in a way the father never did, no matter how hard he tried to connect with the man. There was always an unseen barrier separating them like they were two different worlds. It was Kuai Liang, not Bi-Han, who inherited Grandmaster’s fire, this stubborn passion for tradition that shackled Lin Kuei for ages, that killed members of their family generation after generation.)

The Grandmaster always assured his sons that serving Earthrealm was the greatest honor that befallen onto Lin Kuei and for a long time, it was all Bi-Han had. But then his mother died in the line of duty and Bi-Han forever will remember the battered, bloodied body carried to the home. 

He did already see many dead bodies before, both of Lin Kuei members and those he killed for Earthrealm’s safety. It wasn’t the first time he heard Fire Lord speaking of the great sacrifices, of sadness for their loss. And like always, all his father did was to bow, to thank, to be honored by so oh magnanimous, so reverent god and his kind words that for Bi-Han meant nothing. 

It was not the first time Bi-Han was angry yet it was the first time the anger burned through his veins like a true fire. He wished his ice powers could develop faster, stronger, for a cold heart would feel no pain. His heart was on fire, choking anger held back only by the sheer stubbornness and sense of duty. Yet Bi-Han knew it was a matter of time, either he will find a strength to cool down this ire or let the anger at Liu Kang consume him wholly, let it to burn down this unfair bondage that was put on his clan for ages.

Father always spoke of honor but he has never explained Bi-Han what was so honorable to die for a realm that did not care at all for your sacrifice. Why train since you could walk, if all you get for your dutifulness is a meaningless pat on the head and pitiful thank you? Why to die for a god, who may call you a friend for doing his bidding yet won’t blink at all, when it is time to sacrifice another pawn for the greater good?

This time it was the battered body of his mother, but so easily could be his own. Or Kuai Liang. Or Tomas. Or Sektor. Or Cyrax. Or anyone born into Lin Kuei and its never-ending servitude. 

No, for Bi-Han honor was just a word everyone brings as an excuse when they want too much from you, when they demand another and another sacrifice. 

(And then Grandmaster died. Bi-Han could save his father but he didn’t. He followed what he was taught since he was a little boy: his duty was to clan, not to the blood. And it was father that let Lin Kuei to be shackled, the one that led his mother to death. When he returned home, he looked straight in the eyes of the Fire Lord, not an ounce of guilt in his heart - Liu Kang again spoke of great loss, of sadness and Bi-Han bowed, and thanked, and spoke of honor he did not believe for years. If the god knew what happened, he said no word about it and it was the only time Bi-Han wished to see his father’s face again, solely to let the dead man know how little he meant for his precious godly friend at the end of day.)

Kuai Liang thought Bi-Han was merely frustrated and it is the greatest irony of all for a pyromancer to see a fire in his brother’s cold heart and not recognize the anger that burned there for years.

Headcanon meme