#silcnus

[grunkllist-blog]

@silcnus

          “eh, what is that?”

     “some sorta giant bug or something??” upon seeing a  floating diamond      shaped figure, it was the first to mind explanation stan had. this forest is      just as wacky as the the town. thus for all he knew, this  ‘ bug ’ may be      more than what it seems. he didn’t really have the knack of desire to find      that sort of thing out for sure. so, he kept his distance, only by remaining      where he was. even though there wasn’t too much distance to be had      between them at all to begin with.

[onxiric-blog]

gives him a bouquet of wildflowers that have a note attached to them. the note says "i hate you" with a little frowny face

                            GIVE BILL STUFF

❝HOW THOUGHTFUL PENNY!—❞

      ❝You brought MI-GO a snack!❞

Just tosses the bouquet and note to the NEW screaminghead. Well, at least Bill got a well FED ‘pet’

                          _____INVENTORY_____

-middle finger cane                -a pretty gross demon bruise-a kiss?                                     - a bag of seashells-dorito bag pieces                  - Leg Stump Necklace-Ford’s Soul                             -Starch Root-Poker-I mean, Spell Cards  - (a well fed) Mi-Go

[herosnatcher-blog]

  @silcnus | mafia au startercall

     ❛ if you want me to stop     talkin’ to ya, sweet cheeks,     you’re gonna have to try not     being so drop-dead gorgeous.     but that’s pretty much     impossible for a diamond     like you. ❜

[optimistiics]

✍ D)

             ☆ MABEL’S GUIDE TO: REALLY BAD ART !!! ☆

[nctunicorns-blog]

penn forest character aesthetic for @silcnus

[lumberjaxe]

trick or treat wendiloo D)

[lightgiving-archive-blog]

@atmosphir @silcnus

Miakako: IS THERE ANY MORE SHAPES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT!? Arita: I think there’s a triangle

Also:

[worldevour]

silcnus replied

I READ THAT TOO HOLY **FUCK** IM STILL IN STUNNED SILENCE LIKE 3 HOURS LATER

IM ONLY HALFWAY DONE AND IM STILL IN SHOCK LIKE.....

[hacontrary]

[hisknife-blog]

silcnus

     “I don’t think I’m doing       so WELL with the DEMON       thing... what am I doing WRONG?”  

[thejckes-blog]

@silcnus has FALLEN DOWN

            ❛· man, you really look like someone who really KEEPS            AN EYE  on  things.  at  least,  EYE think  you  are.· ❜

[onxiric-blog]

'Please, no!' because i NEED THIS **IMMEDIATELY**

                ‘PLEASE NO’ PROMPT || ACCEPTING!!

                                            14. Dismemberment 

There was nothing UNUSUAL about seeing Bill with a wide, SICKENINGLY pleased grin upon features it SHOULD NOT and did not exist half the time-while on other occasions, it with RIVE into place or places. UNPREDICTABLE. That was what yellow demon was- and there was something even more TERRIFYING about that unpredictability now that a physical form had come intoplay. Because in many ways, Bill was INTOXICATED- drunk on freedom, power,and CHAOS. Oh, DID THEY LOVE IT!

                                     BUT WHAT THEY DID HATE WAS BOREDOM

It was SICKENING and caused a grand amount of loathe within them. And howMORTAL destruction had become boring to Bill. While the chaos entity couldsimply be SATISFIED, with their overindulgence they couldn’t get ENOUGH ofanything right now. Even as booted feet dug into ashes and the littered corpsesof trees and ANIMALS that didn’t get away, triangle form found little satisfactionthey wanted right now. 

                                                 THEY KNEW WHAT MIGHT THOUGH

An over-extension of self, the craft and DECRAFT of materialization- and thena specific green hue FLITTED to the pupil of optic as EVERYTHING reentered view. Whatever words that MIGHT have birthed to life at their presence was barelyCROSSING of Bill’s listening. Feet only brought the faux body of the triangulum DESTROYER forward. The NEGATIVITY felt from their very existence in the same area as her was LAUGHABLE.

❝ COME ON PENNY, DON’T ACT SO HAPPY TO SEE ME—❞

                ❝Real NICE to see all the forests haven’t BURNED                         to the ground yet- that would be BAD! But truth be                         told, it is so SWELL to see you in the FLESH again,                         PENN! ❞

There was something about their voice that JABBED at the cornersof comfort, and the fact that the so BORED monster just drew closerwithout much of a change in expression. Such a thing was odd- evenin more common form Bill was EXPRESSIVE- to keep that same GNARLED smile upon features was nothing short of 

                                    TERRIBLE

And then the fact the mouth just SNAPPED out of existence beneath the brinkof bricks, eye widening and SLIT COMPRESSING. And yet despite the smiledisappearing, the very UNHOLY HAPPINESS seemed to be so much greaterupon their MIASMA. 

❝ REMEMBER THE OLD TIMES—❞

               ❝We used to have so much FUN, am I RIGHT?? Well,                       PENNY, let’s have some fun!!❞

As far as monsters went, Bill was the worst of the WORST. A lack of compassionas jagged digits suddenly gripped the shoulder of the other demon OH SO CLOSEto them. A cruel TWIST of words mixing with that WRETCHED laugh of theirs asever so slowly tore cloth, then flesh, then ligaments, and then the SNAP of bonesas the arm separated. If there was a fight, there was no notice or CARE towards it. If their was any injury upon their own body, tearing black blood dotted with some ANCIENT particles swimming within the liquid, they didn’t CARE. All that mattered was this- CRUEL CRUEL CRUEL. 

❝ FUNNY THING IS—❞

              ❝This is the most IMPORTANT you will ever be to me- you are                     serving a good purpose right now! Oh, saying ‘TO ME’ is                     a little messed up- I meant IN GENERAL!❞

Another line of cacophony as those ‘BLOOD-DRENCHED’ digits moved down to legs, snapping foot upwards before and tossing the part to theside. Then the next ACT was precise and careful- unstringing and severingof connective tissue- both slowly and then with harsh JABS and TEARS.The bone was slipped out messily from underneath that which mocked flesh,and the strands that remained were torn into careful little bits and pieces.Triangular face split along its center, like a venus fly trap- jagged rows ofteeth and a slithering black tongue DISPLAYED as the monster that oncewas Penn’s best friend slipped some of her own flesh into the gapping rowsof teeth, before closing. This was nothing more than MOCKING- to Bill,flesh was of little care when DREAMS, MEMORIES, AND HAPPINESS wereall the sweeter. 

❝ACTUALLY, IT’S HILARIOUS—❞

             ❝I haven’t had this much FUN with you in forever- tell                    me, why’d you have to grow up and be USELESS?                     EMOTIONAL? MORTAL? Well, there is a benefit to                  all those PATHETIC things about you after all!❞

Eye widened, Bill drawing more and more into the acts of current moments,as phalanges dug even DEEPER into crevices of body- one hand INCISING deep between the elbow and lower arm, and other one DRAGGING andPULLING between hip and stomach. It was far too amusing how much couldbe done as flesh curled around hands, TWISTED into guts and pulled backout with a squelching sound. Soon enough, all the limbs were torn off, andBill’s face was brought close to Penn’s own.

❝THE BENEFIT?—❞

            ❝You MOMENTARILY have satisfied me- oh, OH                   was this FUN- though, I THINK that we should end                   this soon! It was GREAT to be able to have fun with                  you again, Penny- and THANKS for being so very                 human-like; you know I ADORE the taste of emotions,                   after all!❞

A quick movement, and those black CLAWS dug into the edges of lidsand underneath crossed-eye, feeling around the slimy optic and digginginto NERVES. With a DISGUSTING popping noise, and some yanking andtwisting, Bill pulled out the oversized orb of a once very dear cousin to them.And it was quite TERRIBLE to find that no emotions lingered as they openedthat twisted maw once more, slipping the organ inside and squeezing italong rows of teeth, only to have juicy DRIP from the bricked edges; and toadd one more insult to injury, foot stomped down upon green diamond lackinganything without even LOOKING down upon her.

❝THANKS FOR ALL THIS—❞

           ❝It’s been fun, Penn.❞

[herosnatcher-blog]

" you're not a monster. " // this is just obligatory imo

                                      IS RGB A MONSTER?

          A SLIGHT smile makes its way onto his screen, colorful bars giving the impression that he is much more enthusiastic to hear those words than he truly is. fist placed on his hip, he hardly needs to think about her choice in words. not because he can simply believe her, but because he simply cannot.

     ❛ …thank you, dear. ❜ 

          THE GRIN then grows to cover half his screen, sincerity seeming to bleed out with his technicolored drool. out of habit or out of hopes that she doesn’t see through him, he doesn’t tell. the sentence resonates with him, but does it make him feel… better? of course not. as well as he can forget those dire times the majority of the time, the memories have undoubtedly shaped him into something that can NEVER be redeemed. he is the very worst monster, a phrase that has burrowed its way into his conscience. the ends might justify the means, but he will continue to find there are still hints of morality in him. self-denial has become a rather important friend.

but he can’t let his inner conflictions bother her.

[optimistiics]

@silcnus​

              ❝ i don’t have a problem. and i don’t want to “TACO” about it. there’s nothing to talk about.nothing. zip. zilch. nada. get outta my face, kid.

            ‘ OK then.........do you want to share whatever it is you’re               drinking because-- i’m at my wits end with that triangular                piece of geometric trash...”

[menrites-blog1]

       "What's your gender? "

silcnus

[lumberjaxe]

@silcnus

It was a few minutes past midnight according to a skull-shaped watch she’d jacked from her hideout. She had no clue if it was accurate or not, but it was dark outside, so she just went with it. The only source of light was coming from a greenish, diamond shape not too far off in the distance from her current hiding spot. And it was coming closer and closer. Wendy couldn’t deny the fact that she was scared. Her chances of being found were pretty high. But she stayed in her hiding place regardless, hoping that the shape might not take any interest in her and move along.

 The only geometric shapes she feared a year ago were the ones she had to solve the perimeter for on math tests. Her teachers over the years always had different perspectives on the subject as a whole. Either they’d convince their students to surf sites like math is cool dot com and drill it into their heads that math was ‘super hip’. Or on the opposite end of the spectrum, they’d say that math was literally everywhere and would completely obliterate them if they never payed attention in class. And, well, it seemed like the latter of the two had the right idea. 

Point was, all of these floaty, glow-y, otherworldly geometric shapes were straight up terrifying. And math sure as hell wasn’t going to help her now. And while she was full equipped with means to protect herself, something told her that she wasn’t going to be winning a fight with a demon of an outwardly similar caliber to Bill. While she would defend herself if need be (she sure as heck wouldn’t go down without a fight) she didn’t exactly like her chances.