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@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. ❞
#you have no idea how much i've missed them#i hope they have some cider together or something#☠. ❝ the worst are now the best. ❞ (answered.)#☠. ❝ the sea always filled her with longing. ❞ (ic.)#yoakkemae
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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.
#˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー ic .#˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー answered .#lala this was so much fun to reply to#i'm giggling and kicking my feet
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@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.
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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.
#answeres asks#ic reply#M!A Collared!#Applies to most verses#[[Spiders Venomous webbings]] [DBDm.v]#[[Laced Hearts]] DannyxMichael [DBDm.v]#[[Clawed Skies of ferality]] [DBDm.v]#[[Rabid hearts]] FrankxMichael [DBDm.v]#Verse;; Spiders web and bloodied fog#Verse;; Evil Dies Never#Verse;; Rot and Decay Upon the Masses#Verse;; White Walls and Static Laced Lies#︶꒦꒷☠꒷꒦︶ : ̗̀➛ {{Beating Hearts & Coursing Brains;; Experiment Verse/Resident Evil}}
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✧ @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.
#I Am The Monkey King | Sun Wukong {IC}#shadowyspectre#shadowyspectre | {Liu'er}#ask#answered#☠ ― “𝑂𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟” 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 Ask Meme#I HOPE THIS IS OK QwQ#WASN'T SURE WHAT TO DO HERE; SO THOUGH WHY NOT HAVE LIU'ER MEET HIM AS THE 'MASKED MAN'#MAYBE PREVENTED HIM FROM BEING HURT OR HELPED ONE OF HIS STUDENTS; CAUSE CHANG'E ASKED???#HE DOES DO STUFF FOR CHANG'E FOR FREE AND THAT EXTENDS TO LIU'ER NOW TOO
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// 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.
#☠⟼❛ᴄʀᴏᴡ ꜱqᴜᴀᴡᴋꜱ❜ / ooc#// I'll answer the rest of those headcanon asks tomorrow and hopefully get a lot of the IC meme asks knocked out!
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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.
#demoniicparty#{ answers. ✦ }#{ ic ; ☠ 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖐 }#{ v2. ☠ 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 }#{ i hope you don't mind her uwu }
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SUIT SUIT SUIT
❛ i can see why i hear they're not super comfortable. ❜
❛ i used to wear these on days i had to work, around the 60s. ❜
#「 asks. ➟ answered. 」#Anonymous#DOUBLE DOUBLE#「 ☠ ic. ➟ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. 」#「 ♙ ic. ➟ ʀᴇᴄ��ʀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ. 」
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"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.
#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong}#ask#answered#shadowyspectre#☠ ― 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 Ask Meme#Wukong VC: Nope; I am NOT sick and you cannot prove otherwise#He says while completely sick as hell right now#He is stubborn and refuses to admit when he is actually sick at times =w=#I mean; he doesn't get sick often for obvious reasons BUT every so often well...he gets SICK#But he'll deny it XD
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@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. ❞
#im sorry she's so defensive but also she's like that most of the time#☠. ❝ break down what keeps us apart. ❞ (verse: queen.)#☠. ❝ the sea always filled her with longing. ❞ (ic.)#girlmisfit#☠. ❝ the worst are now the best. ❞ (answered.)
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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.
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@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.❞
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“ 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.
#valourbound#ic reply#answered asks#︶꒦꒷☠꒷꒦︶ : ̗̀➛ {{Beating Hearts & Coursing Brains;; Experiment Verse/Resident Evil}}
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✧ @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."
#I Am The Monkey King | Sun Wukong {IC}#champiionic#ask#answered#☠ ― “𝑂𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟” 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 Ask Meme#Hope you like 8D#NG!Wukong is 'friendly' but he is also a 'loner'; he likes his solitude and keeping his secret#Least till he knows Raimundo better of course and gets to know him on a more personal level#He is curious about him and his wind powers tho; like a lot >w>
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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? ”
#loetise#☠. ❝ the sea always filled her with longing. ❞ (ic.)#☠. ❝ the worst are now the best. ❞ (answered.)#☠. ❝ break down what keeps us apart. ❞ (verse: queen.)#☠. ❝ lost at sea. ❞ (queue.)
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