#savagecuhnt

[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!

[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?"

[therelentless]

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

{ @savagecuhnt ;;

"Am I?" Nandor always made sure to not get any of the blood of his victims on his clothes for three reasons; one, it was quite a hassle to clean. Two, sometimes it could stain his garments permanently, and finally, he simply didn't like the smell of blood overpowering that one of his favorite perfume, but one bite in the wrong spot, and then it was blood all over the place. He hated it when that happened.

He looked down to see the small puddles of blood that had begun to form on the floor, as a result of the blood that was dripping down his clothes. "Oh. Of course. Sorry about that." In a poor attempt to clean the mess he had created, he stepped on some of the blood as if to hide it from her sight, only to proceed to move his foot around from side to side to spread the blood around in an attempt to make it less visible. "Just like new." He smiled.

[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?"

[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]

@savagecuhnt

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"I'm not that great with decoratin' and makin' pretty shit? But I can make some amazing smoke bombs!" Came Axel's excitement, wrapping some christmas lights around his inks hands.

The red and gold colours looked so odd against his black and green's, it was almost as though he didn't belong in such a world - yet he didn't care about his scruffy, cyberpunkish visage.

"I can make some mistletoe though....but with barbed wire?"

[myriadxofxmuses]

What subtle way of saying "I love you" are you

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Tagging: @savagecuhnt , @ruinedsoulsrp (Annie, Brock, Nick, Stephen), @reevezs (Eric & Zach), @huntrcssqueen (Theo), @thccraft (Belinda), @lostxones (Finn, Molly), @the-thieves-gambit (retagging for Charlie, Alejandra),

Ivy, Ethan

you're the exception

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

Emily, Liam

I'll wait for you.

you're a restless person, always moving from one place to another, perpetually occupied with something or other. people call you impatient. hell, you might even call *yourself* impatient! and that's fine, that's just who you are. but you'll wait for some people. you'd sit down and wait for them if they needed you to, and the first time you do, the first time you show them you'll stretch your limited patience to something limitless for them if they need it, it feels almost like a confession. you might not be very patient with the world, but there are exceptions you're more than willing to make. you're so good at making people feel like they're not a burden.

[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

[micahsawyer]

@savagecuhnt, continued from here.

micah's groggy complaints are barely heard over the crashing of the alarm clock, and he only relents when it's in pieces on the floor and no longer pounding like drums inside his head. dramatic? maybe, but micah's never been a morning person. it had woken him from the most peaceful sleep he'd had in a long time, so he's grumbling already as his body shifts to better accommodate her slinking into him. he's immediately responding despite his typical morning rage, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him like skin to skin isn't enough. there's a frown at his lips as one hand presses against her back and the other raises to tangle in her hair. "that's just…" he begins, his fingers curling into a fist so that he can properly yank it back in one sudden move, "fucking disgusting."

micah leans closer to nip at the base of rosalyn's jaw. he uses enough force to hurt, but there's still something playful about it, even as he frowns against her skin, mouth trailing her throat. "i'm gonna make you eat those words when i make you scream my name so many times you forget anything else." with another nip to her jaw, he releases her to reach his hand over the edge of the bed and fish in the pocket of his jeans for the cigarette case and lighter he always carries with him. he pops a joint from it and lays back again, tugging her closer against him. he pops it between his lips and holds the lighter out to her. "you gonna share with me, rosie?"

[goddamnmuses]

Send in pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts.

"Damn I look good... You're alright too I suppose."

[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."

[gavelsins]

☠   ━━ @savagecuhnt​ is patching over:  

❝ Man, I don't know what you're smoking, but you're full of shit. ❞ He declared with a shake of his head. Was this girl for real? Jax was not a naive man, and he wasn't someone to blindly believe another person's word without proof. He wouldn't outright say it but he suspected the women was law enforcement given the fact that there was a case building against the SONS. Even if that did not turn out to be the case he wasn't about to trust some random outsider. If this was some sort of ploy, it wasn't well-received, and it rather annoyed him that people would think he was dumb enough to believe this her ramblings.

Fingers tapped rhythmically against the counter, a narrow gaze greeting the man once more a placating grin spreading across his features. ❝ I'm really not in the mood for more bullshit, so please enlighten me on what it is that you want. ❞ He remarks finally, his fingers no longer tapping but rather curled into a fist. He had far more important things to be doing than standing here and talking with the other. But he was the type of person that would often feed into situations — he simply couldn't help himself. Perhaps that was why he had gotten into so much trouble as a kid; he just didn't know when to shut his mouth.

While he had more important things to be doing, he was also killing time, waiting for the call to roll out and commence their little operation. He was in a particularly good mood, and perhaps that was why he kept this up, engaging in a conversation he really didn't care about. ❝ I'm all ears, bro; tell me what I can do for you today. I aim to humbly please the community. ❞ His words were all part of the show, a simple mechanic and bike enthusiast . It was there that he stopped talking, waiting for the other to make a move of her own. She, after all, had been the one to make such outlandish remarks.

❝ And in case it wasn't clear, we don't need more hang arounds ❞

[flesheaten]

@savagecuhnt sent: ❝ there was enough blood to paint a barn red. ❞

The  sight  had  been  a  gory  one.  Blood  everywhere,  guts  spilling  out  from  the  abdomen,  flesh  and  sinew  torn  away  from  the  bone by teeth.  It  was  a  murder  scene  straight  out  of  a  horror  film,  something  that  would  undoubtedly traumatize  police  if  they  were  to  investigate.  He  had  thought  he  was  alone  until  he  was  leaving  some  minutes  later,  once  he  was  able  to  function  well  enough  without  being  totally caught up in the trance.  Eating  human  flesh  had  that  effect,  acting  as  a  sort  of  drug  that  gave  him  a  rush  unlike  any  other.  A  voice  piping  up  informed  him  that  she'd  seen  what  had  went  down. The place had been secluded, but apparently not secluded enough.

Lee  was  in  the  middle  of  cleaning  blood  off  of  himself,  shirt  discarded  from  the  blood  that  had  been  soaked  into  it,  when  he  froze  in  place.  His  mind  was  still  a  bit  muddled  from  the  high,  which  typically  had  him  functioning on a sort of  autopilot.  Gaze  a  bit  distant,  one  foot  in  front  of  the  other,  one  thing  at  a  time. The last time he'd been caught in the act was with his now ex girlfriend, who he tried to chase down but had ran all the way home to scream to her parents. Nobody really believed her, but the trauma she'd faced from it all had left her in a mental hospital.

A  hand  was  scrubbed  a  hand  over  his  face  and  finally  he  lifted  light  green  eyes  to  look  at  the  unexpected  company.  ❝  What  did  you  see?  ❞  Had  she  called  the  police  on  him  already?  It  was  entirely  possible  that  he  was  going  to  have  to  hightail  it  out  of  here  and  drive  all  day  and  night  again  just  to  be  able  to  put  some  distance  between  himself  and  the  scene  of  the  crime.