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sanguine-salvation · 30 days ago
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[ Send ϟ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars! - ACCEPTING ]
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They stare ahead. It would be too generous to say their eyes were locked on anything hiding in the darkness, no, it was more like they were simply... hanging there. Their finger traces a scar over their hip. It's long and thin and widens slightly, as if it slipped or dug too deep at the end...
"David. 63 years old. He owned a... ahahaha, I'll be a lot more honest than he ever was, a glorified pawn shop in the Diamond District. He basked in the glitz he had the benefit to be located next to, and collected trinkets like a dragon. Useless baubles, weapons, family heirlooms stripped of everything that had once made them precious. Nothing but a little white tag with an over-fattened price leeched off the glamour around him, passed back and forth pointlessly. A game that ended at it's starting line."
"... Really, it couldn't hide that his life was so empty. He drank six beers a day, ate canned soup, watched Jeopardy and the Price is right religiously, and fell asleep in his armchair. Alone. Day after day. Again and again. No one, rotting alone in his hoard."
They sigh and close their eyes. "... I remember sitting with him, he only had one chair, so I sat on the ground with my head on the armrest. The blood kept dripping on the hardwood floor, I remember the sound. We watched Price is Right. I hate that show. But he wasn't alone. I made sure he wasn't alone. You can't put a price on that..."
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byanyan · 3 months ago
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∘ ˚ ♡ @smilingmxsk ㅤㅤ(x)
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ㅤmarg is a strange one. byan can't pin down much about her, can't quite figure her out. she evades questions probing into her life like a pro, never really sharing much, and while the teen can understand and even relate... just accepting the fact that they don't really know anything about her doesn't exactly sate the curiosity that only burns more intensely with every little tidbit they do manage to tear from her.
and they've never been one to ignore that nagging urge to learn more at any cost.
with snooping through her things being out of the question given the fact that they have no idea where she lives, the next best option was obviously tailing her while she went about her night. thus, they've landed in the position they now find themself in: perched on the railing of a fire escape up above while margaret absolutely decimates a pack of brutes just below. rather than watching in abject horror at the carnage taking place though, at the absolute gore being spread across the alley, they instead watch on in morbid fascination. excitement, even. they've seen some impressive action in the past, but this? this is on another level. it's the kind of shit you see in movies, the kind that's completely unrealistic but awesome as all fuck.
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how's she doing it? they can't help but wonder as they watch her last opponent meet a gruesome fate and listen in to the conversation which follows with the one they assume to be her true target. how did she get behind them all like that? how's she got that amount of sheer strength? how the fuck did she manage to take down six gigantic dudes all on her own? they need to know.
ㅤ—ah. while busy daydreaming up possible answers, they've been spotted. rather than shrink away or hurriedly try to explain themself, however, byan decides to play smug. lips curl into a broad smile, enthusiasm dancing in their eyes as they raise one hand in a cheeky wave.
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ㅤㅤ" sup? "ㅤthe greeting is too casual, sounds far too amused for someone who's just witnessed a fight that would easily traumatize one more faint of heart, yet the teen simply gestures for her to continue.ㅤ" you finish up, i don't mind waitin'. give that snivelin' little shitbag what for. "
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skxrbrand · 5 months ago
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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
Bold what always applies. Italicise what could apply / applies only to some verses.
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Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defense | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship (?) | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome Orgy | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won A Bet | Lost A Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themselves To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship (?) | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship (what is queerplatonic--) | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured | Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle
Tagged by: @smilingmxsk
Tagging: @warhammer-fantasy-muses, @bendwill, @alphabitchnkari, @chaosprinceundivided, @therxtking, @vehxmence, @pvremichigan, @serpentofslaanesh / @skullsforkhorne, @crystal-grotto, @fashionablyenigmatic, @violeteyedkiller
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cxpperhead · 1 year ago
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MUSE PREFERENCES
Please repost, don’t reblog.
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Open curtains | Closed blinds Stray dog | House cat [Edit: Snakes] People | Pets Outside | Inside Half-empty | Half-full TV | Radio Sing | Dance Shoes | Sandals Cash | Credit Hike | Drive Casual | Elegant Center | Corner Sword | Shield Airplane | Boat Fizzy | Flat Garnished | Plain Extra salt | Extra pepper Spicy | Mild Record player | Digital media Opaque | Transparent White lies | Complete truth Blunt | Subtle Noisy | Silent Books | Music Familiar | New Youth | Experience Spoon | Fork and knife Knife | Baseball Bat Space | Ocean Bow and arrow | Blow dart Love at first sight | Slow burn  Freckles | Dimples Long eyelashes | Long fingers Soft lips | Sensitive neck Stubble | Thick hair Slow dance | Intimate conversation Candlelight dinner | Stargazing
Inspired by [X]
Tagged by: @themckaytriarchy (thank you cereal! ♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @bxrningblack, @byanyan, @celerem, @defectivexfragmented, (for Matt?), @mirrordread, @question-marked, @smilingmxsk, @the-arkham-librarian, @twcfaces, @twilightlane, @umbrellamedic, @vulpuslunae and anybody else who'd like to do this?
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burdened-boy · 25 days ago
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It's Halloween night, the spookiest time of the year. Sure, it's expected to see animationics and an array of costumes, both shitty and pretty darn good. And depending on where you're from, maybe the scent of blood isn't alarming on a night like this. Maybe it was the active shifting of shadows, the rustling of foilage in which, when called to, there was no verbal answer. Just the sound of meaty, wet tearing behind a set of hedges. Whatever it was, and whether or not Jon would make a sound, the beast in the shadow would halt in its tracks. It was almost completely out of place from the way it sniffed and snorted about, its crimson eyes looking this way and that... before it locked eyes with the tv headed individual. Maybe it was just a really well-done costume made for a really good actor. But the subtle glint of fresh blood and a strong coppery stench made that theory a bit harder to hold water.
It stood there for a moment; still as a deer in headlights. Then darted off with its meal. Perhaps the night was even less safe than usual...
@smilingmxsk
The bark of the trees and the blades of grass beneath Limbo's feet wiggled and gyrated, as if their natural repeating patterns were animated in a zoetrope. A frenetic soup of psychedelics, caffeine and missed antipsychotic regimens coursed through the killer's blood, the brain it occupied being far too addled to fully piece together the creature that had interrupted his gravedigging expedition.
It was another cloudy night for Limbo, his mind ever so loosely gripping lucidity. A cold Halloween in the night, dancing with the creatures in the woods. The cyborg gripped the dirty shovel already in his hands, and memories of the shotgun in his car flashed among blaring orchestra music in his ears.
Limbo was not trapped in these woods with this creature, rather, it had made the unfortunate mistake of stumbling upon him.
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leondxs · 3 months ago
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" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !
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Leondas cocked his head, perplexed by her words. His face was devoid of any emotion other than slight, vague bewilderment. What an amusing image that planted in his brain. Yet he found himself more confused than humored.
❝ No, ❞ he began slowly, pointing a bloodied talon at the shredded corpse before them. His response was simple, as if he did not understand her shock. ❝ He would not stop struggling. ❞
The creature had drained the man of blood, slicing him endlessly in the process due to the reasoning he uttered. It was not his fault his prey had refused to cooperate.
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sanguine-salvation · 2 days ago
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"you don't know me. i'm so much worse than you thought."
[ jonathan abernathy... - ACCEPTING ]
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"Ahahahaha, don't tease me! You'll rile me up, I've been so bored lately."
They flipped the knife in their hand. The blade clicked as it folded and unfolded again, cleaned of its last duties. They leaned their head through the gap in the fire escape railing. So many of the old buildings' escapes were wasting away, bars missing, stairs that creaked too much, ladders that were eaten through by rust like clothes in a moth-infested closet. They would fall and probably kill you if you tried to use them to actually escape a fire.
But they were a favorite perch. They knew how to move about even the weakest of them with the luck of a cat. They pressed the opened blade to their cheek and flashed a lopsided grin of tombstone white and one dull gold tooth.
"I may not 'know you', but it's only a matter of time. I know when I've struck a nerve. Do you know how many times I've heard that? And it's true. Of course it is. We're all so much worse than we let the world know, because we can't bear it. Even when we try to be ugly, it's always to hide something uglier."
That smile grew just a bit more, a shitty kind of mischief coming to their eyes. "... a mask, if you will." They pushed themself up, and swung over the escape, landing hard on their feet but standing right back up as if they'd done it a thousand times.
"So illuminate it for me, dear. What are you hiding under there?"
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sanguine-salvation · 1 month ago
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What if you ran out of knives-
[ Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer. - ACCEPTING ]
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"......... You really would not believe how hard that is." They might have an absurd and truly unnecessary amount of knives. Maybe not all on their person at once, but still.
Actually, no, they still usually have an unnecessary number of knives on their person too. Just not all of them.
"But even if I somehow did, I have killed plenty of people with far less. It'd hardly stop me."
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sanguine-salvation · 1 month ago
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@smilingmxsk replied to your post “Viktor has appeared! What to do?”:
Scare via popping out of the shadows >:)
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​"Rrgh—!" Knife, out. Up. Ready.
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"... That is a good damned way to die, you know." They are not keen on admitting that it worked.
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sanguine-salvation · 2 months ago
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[Give Muse An Item Meme]
A small tied bag full of fine, colorful powder. Perfect for throwing at someone to ruin their day :)
The pigments may also dye your fingers if opened-
[ Give my muse an item, see how they react. - ACCEPTING ]
At first, they're confused. Then they actually- carefully- peek into the bag...
Oh. Oh.
The most wicked awful little smile comes to their face, and a gleam of terrible mischief lights their eyes up like fire. They, of course, eagerly poke it, and the resulting stubborn stains on their fingertips just delight them with the perfect potential.
After all, they know of a big black and woefully glitter-resistant (don't ask how they know) suit that could use a little... dazzle.
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"Oh, Batman is going to regret chasing me next, ahahahaha!"
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sanguine-salvation · 6 months ago
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@smilingmxsk replied to your post “"..... Well, I can't exactly argue...”:
"Y' wanna trade-"
​"Let me see—"
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"Oh... Ha! No, mine already has far too much horny for me as it is."
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sanguine-salvation · 6 months ago
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Selkie and Askafroa!
[ Scandinavian folklore based character questions! - ACCEPTING ]
(Selkie answered here!)
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Askafroa
If human Viktor were supernatural, the sacrifice of death would appease them. People who willingly embrace death by their hand, who see it as the 'gift of freedom' that it truly is. Whether or not this would placate them or just be another very similar and unending cycle of death, well, who knows. Siren!Viktor still has the mentality of an angel of death, yes, and would similarly be appeased by those who see the world similarly, but it's warped in even more conflicting directions: both by further dehumanization, and the small part of them that mourns for the last visible vestiges of humanity that they've lost. They would also probably find some calming from those getting trapped in their song, especially if someone listened willingly, as whether or not they get attacked or devoured, just the simple act of someone falling for their voice gives them some sustenance. Also maybe baubles for their 'nest'.
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sanguine-salvation · 6 months ago
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"You look like someone who makes lists for everything."
[ the verifiers. - ACCEPTING ]
They paused. Was that meant to be an insult or a compliment? ... Then again, they couldn't rightly look at themself in a mirror and say it was an ungrounded take. The organization kind of came worn on their sleeve. Er, skin.
"Well, not everything. Just the things worth keeping remembering. Groceries, chores around the hovel, work, you know~" They smiled, and yet there was something so very eerie and wily about such a simple expression, like their teeth were supposed to be sharper than they actually were, like their eyes were brighter. After all, work was very important to keep track of, it wouldn't do to forget even one.
But their eyes couldn't look away from her, for similar obvious reasons. Such an eking catlike curiosity bubbling in their brain as they beheld such a wild visage! Masks were not strange for them, but the always ended up being a window rather than a closed door.
"... You look like the sort of person who throws everything to the wind. Maybe you can afford to."
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sanguine-salvation · 18 days ago
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Caaasually slips this in from the dark-
(Faded crosses are things she agrees with but won't admit aloud)
[ Are you their type? - ACCEPTING ]
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"Okay, you know, I'm very, very impressed you got that many, and not a single bingo. Ahaha! Still! You got so many fun ones~"
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sanguine-salvation · 1 month ago
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There's the sound of a ball hitting concrete. A tennis ball? A baseball? Well, whichever one it is, someone approaches with one, out on a stroll, bouncing it without a care in the world.
"Ah, fuck-!" The sudden cursing is followed by the sound of panicked fumbling and the baseball bouncing out into view from around the corner. The owner, a young woman in a mask, is quick to follow after it.
She would have scooped it up if it weren't for the fact that she caught the outline of someone else here from the corner of her eye. She can't quite see who it is, but she's weilding that bat tight, glowering in Viktor's direction.
"...If you're chill, y' gonna stop hidin' in the dark 'fore I come ova dere myself."
((Tossing a Marg at u if that's ok....))
The sound of the ball bouncing across the pavement is quiet in the opening of the alley. But it was enough. Attention earned. The prowl begins, the beast rouses from its wait.
... Though, this isn't the zombie they were expecting to see. See, most of the time? In this neck of the woods? Perhaps a poor dear little pedestrian trying to cut through a shortcut on the way home, tempting danger for time. At the worst, another rogue's goons staking out territory that they never really owned. This one is very not that. She has a mask that utterly baffles and bewitches them. They can't help but stare it in the eyes, trying to discern the empty, suffering hollows of zombie under there.
But it just... doesn't... look right...
Oh, but they can't look too distracted, now can they? "... Chill? Says the stranger in the spooky mask holding a baseball bat on the wrong side of town. A little late for practice, isn't it? And a little early for Halloween."
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They smile as they stalk out of the shadows. The butterfly knife in their hand clicks and clacks quietly as they flip it around their fingers, and there's something very taunting about how casual it is mixed with that too-sharp cheshire cat grin. The ball rolls lazily across the concrete until it meets a very abrupt stop under the toe of their boot.
"You know, the other costumed ones don't take kindly to new faces. Lucky you, I'm not one of them..."
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