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[a-handful-of-muses]

@picoshellhole​ / @knxckitxff​ liked to release the clown

   “HAAAAAAANK!!!!!!!“ He clambers out of a nearby crack in the wall, standing a good distance away and just. staring. He isn’t even armed he’s just. There. “...... IT’S BEEN A WHILE.“

   ELIMINATE          DESTROY                   KILL!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!

“YOU’RE LOOKING AS STABBABLE AS ALWAYS. THAT A NEW JAW??????“

[giffany-rebooted]

@picoshellhole​ / @knxckitxff​ giffany in nevada what will she do

{🔪} Obviously a bright pink anime girl is gonna stand out like a sore thumb pretty much anywhere, but in Nevada it’s less a sore thumb, and more like the thumb was pulled off, and stomped on a hundred times.

Which, coincidentally, is just about what Giffany is doing! These weird little grey things are Very maleable. Good for pulling apart, judging by the mess that was actually like that when she found it.

She doesn’t even notice anyone’s there with her until she turns around, the body of a grunt in one hand, and the head in the other.

“Oh- uh, were these yours? Sorry, I just... gotta a little carried away, aheheh...” She says bashfully, as though someone had found her having eaten too many chocolates, rather than... pulling people apart.

[painfulbass]

ВСЕ    КЛОУНЫ-ГРЕБАНЫЕ    ИДИОТЫ.

[diffxrentwxrlds]

@knxckitxff​

{{ L }} “When your first impression results in someone’s last moments you tend to just say whatever pops into your head.”

“Plus I have the sinking feeling that I am the friendliest face you have seen in this drab place.” The Count would retort, ember lenses rested on the other’s tattered form looking the other over, he reeked of death and destruction...the vampire already liked them. 

[newgroundz]

rules — repost and share five songs that represent your muse.

tagged — @cobraghost for hank and nene. tagging — @accxlxrant, @farriman for anthony, @getblammed​, @knxckitxff, @pvach / @smoknecian​, and anyone else who’d like to steal it can feel free to tag me so i see !!

hank songs.

little pistol — up on my side, where it is felt / i pack a little pistol on my pistol belt / i think it might be fear / of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid. / under the skin, against the skull / they put a little chip so that they know it all / i think i might be scared / of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid / and how it gets in the way. / and now i want brimstone in my garden / i want roses set on fire / and i, well i want what's best for me / and i, i think i know just what that means / just what that means.

mr. highway’s thinking about the end — i've created a monster! / you bring out a side of me that no one should see / so quit stalling, pack your bags, keep walking away / your life leads to destruction! / we're not the same / i've struggled too long to sit back and let you take this from me / we're not the same / i have given everything! / it's like speaking in tongues to all of you now / when will we ever / get what we deserve? / how long until the tables turn? / when will we ever / get what we deserve? / get what we deserve! / disrespect your surroundings! / you won't make it out alive!

murder at the bingo hall — i was looking around trying to track down who the biggest threat would be / seeing the fear in everybody's eyes, and apparently it was me / i guess i know why / i've been coming here cleaning house for the past few weeks. / i was b-i-n-g-i-n-g b-i-n-g-o. / from the second i walked in i planned my attack / three packets in hand, i sat at my usual table in back / he might've been calling the numbers, but i was calling the shots / after four in a row i jumped up and yelled, "someone should call the cops, i'm killing it!" / everyone sitting around like a people garden / tension builds as the wrap up nears the end / this dabber is a weapon sending everyone to bingo heaven ... / held back by the numbers i don't have.

pacific to be specific — so let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches / and rip out painful stitches / and make beauty for the sake of sanity. / and let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories / about our long-strived glories that aren't true / but sure as hell resemble the truth. / and let's go to the art walk and bring our box cutters / and we'll cut those motherfuckers that wear the wrong gang colors, / we'll go to the loft at fifth roosevelt / and set it up like the carter projects / and show those fuckers hell.

sleepwalk — bad thoughts give me bad dreams / and my bad dreams make me sleepwalk. / it scares the hell out of anyone around / the sounds are near / my sister locked her door one time / until the coast was clear. / i wake, try to remember it / grab a glass from the cabinet / close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now / try to pry it open / i wake, try to remember it / grab a glass from the cabinet / close my eyes, subconscious trapping it now / try to pry it open. / then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem / then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem.

nene songs.

alien blues — was it the best you ever had? / was it the worst? you'd never know / i try to tell you what i think and play it off like it's a joke / oh no, more surprises, guess it's like this / i'd do anything for you, mrs. highness. / ... / the sun is fun, the land is dandy / i only talk to dogs because they don't understand me / my teeth are yellow, hello world / would you like me a little better if they were white like yours? / i need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame / i need an alibi to justify, somebody to blame / it's a halibut, party bitch, give it a name and say, "hey, hey."

i’m not okay ( i promise ) — well, if you wanted honesty / that's all you had to say / i never want to let you down / or have you go, it's better off this way. / for all the dirty looks / the photographs your boyfriend took / remember when you broke your foot / from jumping out the second floor? / i'm not okay / i'm not okay / i'm not okay / you wear me out. / what will it take to show you / that it's not the life it seems? / i've told you time and time again / you sing the words but don't know what it means, / to be a joke and look / another line without a hook / i held you close as we both shook / for the last time, take a good hard look! / i'm not okay / i'm not okay / i'm not okay / you wear me out.

it’s only sex — the other night i cried while thinking of having sex with you / not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain / i wiped my tears on my face and neck and the backs of my ears / and said, "now it's sweat, now it's sweat, it's sweat now." / just to see you / it's such a treasure / but when i feel you / my flesh yields no pleasure. / and honey, i'm cultured / i'm very sex positive / so what is this feeling? / it ain't so positive. / i can't tell you if i like it, i like it / what happens if i don't like it? i like it / i can't tell you if i like it, i like it / what happens if i don't like it? / it's only sex.

molly — molly was a good girl / and she knew the reasons why / so when she went back in the bathroom / she would never come outside. / she was a good girl / and it felt great to be a liar, / she's a good girl / and it felt great to be a liar, / she's a good girl / and it felt great to be a liar.

teen idle — i wanna be a virgin pure / a twenty-first century whore / i want back my virginity / so i can feel infinity. / i wanna drink until I ache / i wanna make a big mistake / i want blood, guts, and angel cake / i'm gonna puke it anyway. / yeah, i wish i'd been, i wish i'd been, a teen, teen idle / wish i'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title / instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible / feeling super, super, super suicidal!

[youdontkillclown]

good gc moment ft @ikilledclown @knxckitxff and @beatballin

[painfulbass]

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  S T A R T E R  C A L L

        — @knxckitxff​

                        ❛❛   YOU...   Your   face   I...   ❜               Russian’s   words   trailed   off   as   he   squinted   at   the   other.   He   was   never   good   at   recognizing   anyone.   Perhaps   it   was   from   his   time   alone,   but   that   still   stood-   he   couldn’t   distinguish   names   from   faces.   Without   a   friendly   whisper   in   his   ear   he   usually   didn’t   care.   Why   should   he   have   cared   about   whatever   caused   this   memory   to   resurface.                  ❛❛   Ублюдок,   конечно,   теперь   я,   кажется,   ничего   не   понимаю.   ❜

                        This   was   a   fresh   memory,   a   fresh   burn   as   it   were.   There   was   something   screaming   familiarity   and   yet   like   torn   pages   of   a   book   he   couldn’t   recall   the   original   piece.               ❛❛   Ты   выглядишь-   I   mean   you   look   familiar   is   all.   ❜

[diffxrentwxrlds]

@knxckitxff

{{ L }} "The name wouldn't happen to stand for 'Agency Against Hank Wimbleton', would it?"

Pulling out a black pistol with a, ridiculous long barrel, with the name 'Jackal' etched into it the Nosferatu pointed it in the direction of two approaching MAG Agents. Glowing amber hues never broke their gaze with Hank's crimson frames, with a quick squeeze of the trigger the Jackal let out a loud bang. The second the giant's heads lined up the bullet penetrated through collective skin and bone leaving nothing but their lower jaws that stained red by the shower of blood and brain matter.

"Just as much kick as it predecessors, wonderful."

[painfulbass]

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  WAS WAITING 20 DAYS WORTH CONTINUING THIS? ABSOLUTELY. STAB HIM HANK.

         — @knxckitxff​

“For the love of— Hello, Ruv. It’s Hank, but hello.”

He’s going to stab him.

∘⡊   ☾   ˚⊹                                 Oh   the   Russian   doesn't   smile,   but   the   way   he   bounced   as   he   responded   made   the   enjoyment   clear.

                              This   was   absolutely   a   game   to   the   asshole.               ❛❛   Ah,   I   see.   I   see.   Misunderstanding   ‘   Frank   ’.   Accents   -   so   hard!   ❜               Said   the   man   who   could   talk   in   a   near   perfect   American   accent   if   he   wanted.

[painfulbass]

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  OH... ARE INTODUCTIONS NORMAL FOR YOU DURING THIS?

         — @knxckitxff​

"..I haven't been given reason to trust you yet."

The vague answer to the other's question is punctuated by Hank turning his head to look away. Seemed he'd spotted something, because without missing a beat, the killer threw his knife into the head of an attacking grunt. Watching the lifeless body flop to the ground with the blade still embedded, Hank then returned his gaze to Ruv. Perhaps they should have held back, he could only assume that killing wasn't as normalised in Ruv's world.

"I don't have reason to hurt you or to trust you. You're pretty lucky, most people default to being hurt."

Hank then held out his hand, dismissing the both metaphorical and literal blood on it.

"Let's start, then. Nice to meet you. I'm Hank."

                                    There   was   a   thrill   to   violence.   One   that   Ruv   couldn’t   describe.   Maybe   because   it   was   he   had   grown   up   with   it   his   entire   life,   PARTICIPATING   in   the   violence   none   stop.   He   had   grown   to   numbed   to   what   should   disturb   other   that   he   was   still   rather   still   as   the   familiar   sound   of   the   body   hitting   the   ground   echoed   in   the   room.   It   was   like   something   had   unlocked   in   Ruv.   Something   he   had   buried   long   ago   when   he   had   met   SARVENTE.   When   he   met   someone   who   saw   him   as   someone   as   more   than   the   killing   machine   he   was.

                                    Bending   down   and   picking   up   the   knife,   he   wiped   it   on   his   thick   snow   pants   before   looking   back   at   Hank.   Ruv   was   intelligent,   though   not   in   the   book   way.   He   was   wise,   and   could   be   quick   on   the   punches.   There   were   at   least   three   people.   Trusted,   neutral,   and   those   laying   on   the   ground.   Ignoring   the   blood   on   Hank’s   hand,   he   shook   the   man’s   hand,   Russian   accent   thicker   than   even   he   was   expecting.               ❛❛   Call   me   Ruv.   Full   name   Ruvyzvat’s.   It   is   mouthful   and   unable   to   say   before   they   die.   ❜

                           ❛❛   So   Hank.   How   can   I   help?   Wish   to   have   fun,   yeah?   ❜               Spinning   the   knife   in   his   hand,   he   didn’t   quite   smile   at   the   other.   That   wasn’t   possible.   No,   he   was   however   completely   paying   attention   to   the   other.   Congratulations   Hank-   Ruvyzvat   the   Bloodied   Guardian   Angel   has   joined   your   party.               ❛❛   And,   no   offense   Hank.   I   do   not   think   you   could   touch   me   if   you   tried.   ❜

[youdontkillclown]

me an @knxckitxff have matching headers made by @genotsidy were so fucking sexy

[youdontkillclown]

one of these days me and @ikilledclown and @knxckitxff will have matching promos and it'll be over for all of you

[diffxrentwxrlds]

{{ L }} A soft chuckle escaped the vampire, holstering his weapon a bony gloved digit pointed to a building off in distance, it was quite a ways away but the fire and smoke from it were clear as day.

"Oh, it's far to late for little old me, Hank. Soon there will be the AAA after me. You see, I made the mistake of trying to get to know the locals and I got to tell you unless the topic is about you, or a few other names, the people aren't too friendly."

It wasn't likely the agency saw Alucard as a friend to Hank but as a hostile third party, which would work to Alucard's liking. This place reeked of discord and bloodshed which made the vanmpire want to get his name out. He wished to join in on the madness. See just how long Nevada could hold his attention before he moved on, plus it's been a while since he got to revel in murder so what better place?

@knxckitxff

{{ L }} "The name wouldn't happen to stand for 'Agency Against Hank Wimbleton', would it?"

Pulling out a black pistol with a, ridiculous long barrel, with the name 'Jackal' etched into it the Nosferatu pointed it in the direction of two approaching MAG Agents. Glowing amber hues never broke their gaze with Hank's crimson frames, with a quick squeeze of the trigger the Jackal let out a loud bang. The second the giant's heads lined up the bullet penetrated through collective skin and bone leaving nothing but their lower jaws that stained red by the shower of blood and brain matter.

"Just as much kick as it predecessors, wonderful."