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[myriadxofxmuses]

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THE MUN AS MEMES! exactly what it says on the tin. post 6+ memes that you, the mun behind the screen, can relate to so that we can get to know you a little better!

[andynked]

@savagecuhnt // replying to meme

she covers her bare chest with her hands, twisting and turning in front of the mirror as she examines the stencil on her sternum. a cybersigilism piece she had admired from his collection. "I mean, I like it." she turns to face the artist, "what do you think? Is it sick?" she does a few movements, allowing him to see how it flowed with her physique and her other designs. "I think it's a good placement." It truly didn't matter to her in the end. She had a year, two tops before it fully faded out and she would need a new piece to cover the area. "I'm down to get it if you're up to do it." she offers the other a smile before heading back to his station, "I got the money if you got the time, handsome."

He stepped aside, allowing her to get the full picture while he stood back and looked as well. It only took three adjustments- including resizing- for them to reach a solid placement. One to his liking, and hers.

It took him years to accept that breasts were naturally asymmetrical, and thus made placements look uneven when they were perfect.

As she turned to him and asked his own opinion, his eyes glanced towards her chest, taking in each detail of the tattoo. Every point needed to fall just right on her, hug each curve in the best possible way and flatter her like an article of clothing- because this article could not be removed. "No- yeah, it looks great on you. It flatters you." once he had realized it indeed looked amazing, he found himself smiling proud at his work. Cybersilligism was a new trend, one that he had not had much experience with, but was eager to get.

A laugh fell from his chest as he took his own seat by the bed. "You better be, or else I already wasted stencil paper on ya," he teased. He knew just within a few minutes that banter was welcomed, especially due to the added tinge of flirtation. "Give it a few, let it dry, We can get it started in the next ten or fifteen."

A kind smile was given towards her as he turned back to his station to continue preparation. "You comfortable?" he asked after a moment, looking back towards her as he nodded at her body. "Do you need anything? I know I gave ya some covers but do you need anything else?" He couldn't imagine being on display like such, though some women were more open that others; then, there was the fact there was another male in the studio just two stations away.

You could never make such assumptions in his line of work, and so he had to check.

[halfdent]

ROSALYN 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 : “ is he dead? ”

The  coin  had  determined  that  this  man  was  guilty  ,  punishable  by  death  .  Before  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  could  snap  '𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃'  he  hears  a  groan  .  Fuckers  got  a  real  strong  will  to  live  .  They  don't  toss  the  coin  twice  .  He  was  simply  resisting  the  divine  law  of  fate  .

Without  looking  at  the  pathetic  writhing  of  the  man  at  his  feet  he  pulls  the  trigger  again  .  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌  Then  silence  .

❝   He  is  now  .    ❞   Stepping  over  the  body  Rosalyn  Von  Greyson @savagecuhnt  ,  here  to  spectate  fates  judgement  ,  …  or  she  wanted  something  from  them  .   ❝   You  get  a  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐀,  chippy  or  are  ya  jus'   stalkin'  us  now  ?  Maybe  yer  were  hopin'  for  an  𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ?   Maybe  it's  time  to  put  you  in  the  box.   ❞ 

[micahsawyer]

@savagecuhnt, continued from here.

micah's halfway to making a snide remark about sex when he suddenly feels weightless, like gravity has ceased to exist, and then his body crashes into the wall, stealing him of the breath in his lungs. it happens so quickly he barely registers the pain in his skull like he'd hit his head. if this is a sex thing, micah thinks, what a sick way to get a concussion. his head tilts like his body knows she aims to lick her way over the side of his neck, sending a shiver through him, and he finds that he can't move but his head and his fingers. for a second all he can think about is how odd it feels to be vulnerable. being at someone else's mercy. and how his body seems to be buzzing with that dark, dangerous kind of high that only something inhuman could evoke within him. and then rosalyn is pawing at the switchblade in his jeans, cracking jokes in that enchanting voice of hers. his lips twitch slowly into a grin as if he'd only been waiting for her to catch him and her visible excitement easily spurs him on. "if you're asking if i brought it to carve you up a little, the answer's yes." to be fair, micah was going to ask first… but he'd only decided that after dinner. "i think you'd look real hot covered in blood, baby. is it gonna be mine instead?"

[malumxsubest]

continued from here. @savagecuhnt

she wasn't one to use contract killers often. amelia preferred to handle everything herself, mostly. she didn't mind the violence, the gore, the blood. however, if she was a bit too busy, she didn't see the harm. more often than though, however, when she did utilize them, she'd kill them in the end. always the need to tie up loose ends.

would this be different this time around?

a slow smile takes form on her lips, the edges quirked up just a tad as she listened to the other woman with keen ears. how delightful. amelia smoothly grasps the other woman's hand within her own, giving it a firm shake. " oh no, love. pleasure is all mine. " she responded in kind, taking note of the scent of nervousness wafting through the air. amelia pulled her hand away and placed it delicately upon the other one that rested upon the mahogany desk. " i am amelia, the owner of this fine establishment, rosalyn. i do hope you've brought some paperwork of your credentials. but first of all, please share some insights about yourself and what do you wish to experience while working for me ? "

[wxrldinmyeyes]

Continued from this | @savagecuhnt

Characters Involved: Dominic Angel-Wetherly & Rose Von Greyson

"Perhaps we do. It's not often I meet someone who enjoys giving people pain and torture, whether they deserve it or not. As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. I don't know much about you . . . yet . . . nor do I know your name but I do know this: You're beautiful and . . . I like it when women are strong, fearless and know how to take care of themselves."

Dominic watched the tattooed woman closely as she tilted her head to the side, showing him her neck. Her skin was clean and, to his surprise, not covered in tattoos like the rest of her body. The sight of it alone was enough to make his fangs ache for her blood and his mind thinking deeply about it flowing through her veins. Right then and there, he knew that the time for resisting his hunger will soon be over. His facial expression remained unchanged as he continued to make eye contact with the dark-haired, tattooed woman, his predatory nature as a vampire . . . well, half of it . . . beginning to show.

"I can see that. How very . . . clever of you to leave your skin bare and uncovered by permanent ink. It seems I have found someone to snack on after all. With or without alcohol, I bet you'll taste absolutely delicious. And as for what I taste like . . . well . . . you're more than welcome to find out."

The Wetherly hybrid smiled, revealing his fangs. With one arm, he wrapped it around her waist and pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other. Then, he lifted his free hand and used his fingers to gently trace her veins. His movements were slow, smooth and delicate, as if he was painting something on a blank canvas. He leaned his head down until his lips were inches away from her neck, his nose breathing in to her scent. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat. A terrifying sound that will surely leave chills and shivers down her spine.

"I wonder, though. Have you ever offered your pretty neck to other vampires? Or is it just me?"

[bloodstainedbible]

@savagecuhnt said: “put the gun down.”

Xavier’s grip on the gun tightened, his knuckles turning white as his gaze locked onto yours. His chest rose and fell heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a vice. The dim light cast shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more haunted than usual.

“You don’t get it,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, carrying a dangerous edge. “I can’t just put the gun down. Not this time.” His eyes flicked to the trembling target in front of him, then back to you, as if searching for something—reason, validation, maybe even permission.

“Do you know what they’ve done? What they’ve taken from me?” His voice cracked on the last word, betraying the storm of emotion barely contained beneath his hard exterior. “If I don’t end this now, they’ll just keep going. More lies. More damage. And I… I can’t let that happen.”

For a moment, his hand wavered, the gun dipping slightly as his resolve faltered. “Tell me,” he whispered, almost pleading. “Tell me why I shouldn’t do this. Because right now? I don’t see a reason not to.”

[scftspine]

closed ! - @savagecuhnt

" you think by dressing like that you ' ll get my attention ? "

[therelentless]

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[radicalrascals]

@savagecuhnt said:

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

Tom cocked a brow, waiting for a correction, a diversion, anything, but he heard what he heard and she had said what she had said. "Uh...," the fae rolled his shoulders and turned towards the other, "You do look sexy with all that blood." That would've made them two. "Wish it ain't yours in the mix." He groaned quietly when he picked her up from between the rubble on the ground. "Cheers though, for saving my arse. Do you need a doctor?"

[myriadxofxmuses]

How do you need to be touched?

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Ethan

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

Adam

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

[conduitandconjurer]

☂

I am SO SORRY dearie, do you remember which meme this was from? DDDDX

(Look everyone, it's the cool person who made my blog banners LOL <3 )

[sanguinesinners]

“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”

'Not if I marry you first'

Was what the tall Upir wanted to say - But of course, with his stupid ass barricade that he was always pulling up around Rose, he simply shrugged and gave the notion a small scoff.

"You'd fucking wanna kill yourself if you married my ass - I knew I would" Morbid as he didn't intend it to be, he sure had a darker perspective on marriage, but only towards himself. The humour that grew on his face began to fade once he knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with his lame jokes.

"Though You'd look damn beautiful in white" He finally turned the subject around "-Or black, red, whatever the fuck you'd want"

@savagecuhnt

[micahsawyer]

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hello i love them. 🖤

[becomelions]

❝ this is just what i need…a little adventure. ❞

"If that's sarcasm, I usually do this alone." Indiana pointed out, not meaning to have her join but circumstances said otherwise. The only time he had help was from his friend Salah or from the guides he hired. Usually, the good professor did everything else on his own. It was safer that way, he always had a way of finding himself in dangerous situations and if he didn't have anyone else tagging along then that made it plenty easier. Now, however, he had someone here with him and someone he only recently met. There's a small roll of his eyes before he's looking back over at her over his shoulder. "You could easily stay back at the entrance of the tomb and just wait for me or someone else to swing by and pick you up. Not that you have a good chance of that happening." He half mumbled that last part. "Believe it or not, this is probably your safest option." Which wasn't saying much but he wasn't about to tell her that.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON STARTERS | Not Accepting | @savagecuhnt

[wxrldinmyeyes]

"can you turn into a bat?"

"Unfortunately, no, but I can turn into a crow, a raven or a black cat. I don't shape-shift often, though. Only when I'm in the mood to play with people's minds before I feed on them."