#cruentux

[mafiapriincess]

“What happened to you?” (um, hi!)

[ @cruentux || Meme || Accepting ]

A heavy sigh passed her lips, blue hues glanced down at the wound on her leg. She should have known that this would happen but it didn’t stop her anyway. The life at the mafia was like this. Her father had always tried to protect her, trying to keep up the illusion that the world around her was peaceful and perfect, yet this image got shattered when she found out about the truth. After that, her life had been filled with things like this. 

Once again she had been on the run after a failed attempt of talking to a possible new partner who had seemed like a good deal for their group. Everything had gone just fine until Mary had a little slip up with her words and made the man angry. They had started to yell at each other and it ended up with him pulling out a gun. The mafia princess, however, had at that point in time realized what was going to happen and made a run for it, only to be hit with a bullet through her leg. She managed to escape and now was dragging herself through some empty street. 

She freeze when she heard a voice. Alarmed, the woman turned around, ready to attack anyone but upon seeing that the person in front of her didn’t seem any harm, she calmed down. 

“I’m fine. Some guy just thought it would be nice to shoot a lady in the leg” Mary let out another painful noise as she looked to the woman. 

[midorigxrxge]

“Well maybe you did the right thing.” (muse of your chosing)

“It doesn’t make it hurt any less, though.What if they had a family? They looked a bit younger than me- what if their mother is sitting at home waiting for her child to come home? I mean- I don’t think they’re dead but you know, I hit them pretty hard, whether they were trying to attack me or not, they could have permanent damage for the rest of their life.”

[deceitxingenue-archive]

© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere

Obviously disliking the causal manhandling, Clarisse turned around and sank her fangs into the others hand. 

 "Don’t touch me.“

[dei--ex-machina-blog]

Muse Icon Meme

Repost !! dont reblog !!

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

Tagged by: @mahotoai~~ Tagging: @cruentux ; @oflittlebellsandyuzus (for Yuzu?) ; @xxslavextoxcuriosityxx ; @morteem (for that one muse you have these nice icons of & yet never get to use them i know this is specific) & anyone who feels like it!!

[brokenhexrt]

❝ i never lose, darling. ❞ (muse of your choosing)

“ Sounds like you’d need an actual challenge then. “ A soft chuckle from Sasha as they slowly walked closer. While their expression had some innocence to it, the aura surrounding their little frame was rather menacing. “ Don’t worry, I’m a good winner and totally can teach you to be a good loser. “

[wanderingpetrichor-blog]

Continued from => ( X )

The young girl just shakes her head listening to the stranger. Nothing is nothing, that what it means! If you have something then it wouldn’t be ‘nothing’ it would be ‘something’ instead! 

“ Nothing is nothing, that’s the description of it. If you have something then that’s not nothing at all “

[immxnis]

" I feel no sympathy. " { eep am I allowed to do this }

       ❝ …                 You’ve killed enough innocent people.❞

[aazraelsarchive]

"Would it kill you to watch where you're going?"

[feedinglungs]

" Don't trust me. " [ am i allowed to do this omg ]

a n g s t.

   [ Nothing but a mere imagine, her own in front of the mirror. Mirrors, the power she could control, her doors to everywhere she would want to go. Just one touch was needed, and it would open. But until then, it was nothing but a mere mirror, with a mere reflection of herself, a mere fable of the world that was remembered for centuries in mundies culture.

   And her iris pierced through the glass, the noises from around her slowly faded and blurred out, and nothing but the silence reached her ears, nothing but her own voice, as her reflection changed in front of her, and Bloody Mary put a lather smile upon her lips. ]

                                           ” Don’t trust me. ”

   [ And the words echoed, echoed through her head. Eyes widened, she flinched. But her reflection, it didn’t. Bloody Mary stood there, in front of herself, as her reflection, yet did not reflect what she was doing. It was someone else.

    What was inside her, the h a u n t i n g side that wandered through her head, only she could see her, this demon inside of her. ]

                              ” Don’t trust me. ”

   [ And the words would repeat, echo through the room. They would fill her, surround her, haunt her. Don’t trust me, don’t trust me, don’t trust me …

   And they wouldn’t stop, not even as her head ached, the words becoming louder and louder, piling over the other, her reflections face growing more insane, slowly blurring in crimson. ]

                          ” D o n ’ t  t r u s t  m e . “

   [ But the picture shattered, Mary’s fist crashing against her own reflection.And thousands of shards would shatter to the ground, surrounding the woman. Blood tripped down her knuckles and fingers, and silence finally came back, as out of nowhere.

   Her chest would move up and down, over and over again as she inhaled the air deeply, and her eyes staring at the shattered reflection of where she could only find pieces of her own reflection inside. ]

   [ Bloody Mary couldn’t trust anyone in this world. She never could.

                                  Not even herself.

                                        And her reflection would assure her of that every night. ]

[dei--ex-machina-blog]

Handwriting can tell you a lot about a person.

Go here and repost with your character’s name in their handwriting!

LOCHAN’S HANDWRITING:

Fancy cursive, yet without the unnecessary flourishes, quick to write and get rid of. Lochan’s making sure his handwriting isn’t too much of a headache to read, and it’s notable he usually tilts his paper to write with more ease, usually in a “top to bottom” fashion.

THEO’S HANDWRITING:

Theo’s handwriting is practical, usually in uppercase letters, and almost as if typed by a machine. She doesn’t write in cursive since her prosthetics don’t quite appreciate the “flowing” gesture. She doesn’t tilt the paper to write, meaning her handwriting might be more smudged than Lochan’s.

Tagged by: @oflittlebellsandyuzus~~ 

Tagging: @mahotoai (muse of your choice!) ; @cruentux ; @xxslavextoxcuriosityxx ; @cultivatinggarden (for Suzume?) @siiinuously & anyone who feels like it!

[mayhxm]

                           ' hey--yer that lady I ran into the other day ! ' 

                                 no shit, sherlock; it's obviously her. The only reason why                                  Riley remembers is because the lady was actually super                                  pretty. Thankfully today, she didn't run into her with her                                  skateboard.

[wanderingpetrichor-blog]

Is there anything that you and your OChave in common? If so, what are they?

//: Were both on the quite side and not to chatty with strangers. Both of us tend to get over looked alot and so when you assume that we weren’t there to over hear a conversation 100% likely we were there sitting and listening. 

[rejuvenative]

cruentux - dieerstetraumer - gxjia

                  "So it turns out my boyfriend might                     be gay... Weird."

                                                Fake boyfriend, technically, but                                                 he doesn't think to specify.

                                 Salem's making a bad habit out of                                  opening up randomly to strangers.                                  It's probably because he's used to                                  being alone. He hasn't built up much                                  of a filter, living on a street with no                                  other people. He'll work on that.

[parasiitic-blog]

❝are you lost?❞  

 it sounds strangely synonymous with why are you here.

[dei--ex-machina-blog]

Olympian Aesthetics;

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes  

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin,velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss

TAGGED BY:  @oflittlebellsandyuzus

TAGGING: ...it’s been so long @ambxreyeddreamer ; @cultivatinggarden ; @mahotoai [muse of your choice??] ; @cruentux [when u’ll be back around] ; @wanderingpetrichor [for quinn?]

[castingdark-blog]

"You. I am a big fan of your work.   Without you, I would never get any vacation time."