#susperfectus

[ruinouss-archived]

|| SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S!

@susperfectus​ said: Pyg 5′7″

[soleiltm]

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❛ Mornin’. Look, I’m on time and I’ve brought donuts. ❜ Hannah lifts the pink box, shaking it gently before setting the box down. A peace offering, maybe? Anything to ensure that he liked her a little more. She’d get nowhere in this world without his protection. She had to ensure she’d stay within this net of safety. ❛ I almost ova’slept! I nearly missed my alarm! ❜

[oblivionlotus]

@susperfectus plotted

So this was it. How apropos for the one she had been watching, hearing terrible rumors about. An abattoir long abandoned, now being used once more.

The air here was cold and sharp, and it seemed like the old plant was so far removed from everything that it was its own universe. It was a vacuum, greedy and intimidating, and in the dark it appeared much larger than it was. It loomed over the area like a silent vulture.

It wasn’t hard to find a broken window in the main building, and climbing through onto the metal walkways above the factory floor, Leto realised she was scared to be here. She didn’t fully comprehend why or what exactly she was afraid of, but knew she could not back out. This task had been given to her for a specific reason, and she intended to make good on her employer’s faith.

Softly she crept downwards, like a cat with velvet feet, staying close to the shadows. The further she went, the more her noise tingled. The smell on the air reminded her of a hospital, that sterile scent so sickening and chemical. She thought of plastic gloves, catheters, squeaky wheels on a gurney. Things she associated with hospitals and the dread they always brought when she was human. It appeared that dread had not died with her humanity.

She was wound up so tense like a jack-in-the-box, ready to spring at any given time. She weaved her way through the machines, coming to a sudden halt. Someone, or something, was close by. Her scalp was bristling now, itching, as she realized she was being stalked. 

[hallucineugenics-a]

for @susperfectus​

Relative lucidity was a rare thing for Donna and the staff had decided to reward her mild (sedated) behaviour with a few free hours in the botanical gardens. The kindness did not end there. She also had been gifted the luxury of cutlery today. A garishly red soft plastic spoon, the edges rounded into uselessness as if it were designed for a toddler to use. Couldn’t have the doll maker hurt the staff, or, far more likely, herself. 

And so, her shuffling meandering about the gardens had been a pleasant distraction. The square of slop they dared label as ‘stew’ had long gone cold, merely transported around on the tray in white knuckled grip until she slowed to a halt near the other. Donna could not place why she felt the desire to speak to the pig faced man, her gaze so locked at the hollow of his throat. Perhaps some kindred spirit in hiding one’s face. She doubted his face could look so monstrous as her own.

A slender hand held out an untouched dinner bun, a decrepit doll hooked in the crook of her elbow and pressed against her breast. 

“For you, little piggy.”

It was a whispery childish voice, doll’s head jiggled in mockery of speech.  

“Or I’ll BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!”

[episomalvector]

📞

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone Pygmalion

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone "When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido’s Lament)”

how often our muses text Almost non-stop

what our muses normally text about They’re actually very meaningful and loving texts all the time. But that’s not something that anyone but them would be able to figure with the way that they talk. They’re also petty bitches and will make fun of any and everyone around them. Not that they need to text their snide remarks-- they say them all out loud.

our muses’ last few texts

[movedcrimefightr]

*comes to piss on the grave* We never went on a date 😥

MY MUSE IS DEAD. TELL ME HOW YOURS IS DEALING WITH IT.

[monster-bcrn]

“I’ve showed you your place, haven’t I? I sense the trepidation of a grave, the vibration of desecrated tombstones in your voice. I’m haunted by many spirits, and your voice is nothing against their choir. Hark, the song reaches its crescendo, and I dance to it in your face!”

@susperfectus​

“ You tortured me and murdered me in front of three terrified little girls. It wasn’t even a fair fight.....you took the coward’s way out to get your creepy little fingers on girls who needed help.  They didn’t need a sick pig to drool over them.......then again, that’s exactly what swine would do....”

He had cared very deeply about those girls. He had been a surrogate parent to them. He kept them safe, constantly making sure they were safe. 

How Professor Pyg had weaseled his way in was beyond even his knew awareness. He sneered at the mad surgeon. 

“ That ‘dance’ of yours is twerking your ass like Cardi B.”

[palusmonstrum]

@susperfectus​

‘What the hell?’ That was what was running through Alec Holland’s mind. Through the Swamp Thing’s mind. He would have been concerned being spotted as a lumbering, mossy, green mass... except the person he was confronted with was... odd. Was that a pig mask? ‘Why the hell?’

[archived-brokentoys]

>MORE & MORE HEADCANONS | ACCEPTING.

@susperfectus​ asked:

💞: What was their first love like?

Do crushes qualify as ‘first loves’? Because Eddie’s never really had a ‘first relationship.’ Eddie’s never... really been in any relationships. He’s had flings, and perhaps “relationships” which lasted for like, 3 days. But Eddie has never been in a committed relationship. In high school, however, he did develop crushes on many people. ( As it’s actually... incredibly easy for Eddie to develop a crush on someone, especially with his desperation for love. ) But he did manage to take someone to the high school prom. Haven’t really thought of a name for her, but considering she was a rather mundane girl, she likely had a mundane name like Betty or Stephanie. There wasn’t really anything special about her; she was kind, but not too kind to give Eddie an actual chance. And really, her kindness is questionable considering she felt sorry for Eddie, and the prom date was a pity date, as she didn’t want him to feel left out. But she also gave him false hope, as she never really felt any love for him. Nor did she really like him much as a friend, either. She simply felt bad by seeing how everyone else picked on him. Not to mention, when she came to visit his house before the left for prom, Eddie had a very... odd argument with his jealous mother, and she didn’t really... think much about it, even if it had raised some red flags.

Eddie further messed up things with Betty by the end of the night by creeping her out with his straight forwardness, and advancing things way too quickly. By the end of the night, he started raving on about how much he loved her and how he thought they were truly meant to be. Given that Betty hadn’t really spoken to Eddie too often prior to the prom, his desperation and attachment definitely creeped her out. After that... incident, she actively avoided Eddie. Until Eddie was bold enough to confront her, in which she told him how much he weirds her out. Eddie backed off and never interacted with Betty afterwards.

Once he was older, looking back on it -- Eddie realized he never loved Betty. To him, she was pretty. But they didn’t really share much in common. Betty was never interested in puzzles or cars. The only thing the two liked were art, and they both had vastly different styles at that. Betty was more inclined to draw cute things, while Eddie’s art style was a bit uglier. Even now Eddie acknowledged he was desperate for a romantic relationship. And in a way, he still is.

[ruinouss-archived]

     Another job, another poor S.O.B to track and kill. Typically, she’d take more pride and enjoyment in the hunt and the opportunity for a new client. However, this new one had quickly managed to crawl under her skin like a festering infection that had her blood boiling hot and her stomach churning in a violent rage. He was everything disgustingly stereotyped in men and then amplified. He spoke in a condescending tone despite her ferocious and spotless reputation, stripped her bare with his eyes as he beckoned her closer like some mongrel, and figuratively swung his dick around to assert his dominance. Though, if he had the slightest inkling he could even get her in bed she was certain he’d whip it out his pants for real. Luckily, that didn’t didn’t seem their case. It was best to allow him to continue thinking she was only interested in women (Hell, after him she may just swear off men).

     So why work with such a disgusting man? Well, she needed work. Had she not been hurting for money she would have never taken him up on the offer. But she unfortunately was. The only bright side to this was he was a man with fat pockets that was willing to pay the price. All she had do was kill some poor guy who went by Professor Pig. No, that wasn’t it. Pyg. With a Y not an I. Oh, but how she loathed her current boss. There was a hope the target would try and buy his way out. As long as the price was matched she’d take him up on the offer.

     Her hunt had lead her to an unfamiliar part of Gotham and into a house of horrors she’d be more than happy to leave. The place was crawling with grotesque, bloated looking abominations that were hard to take down and even harder to kill. With the alarm bells already risen she chose her best bet was to avoid the disfigured creatures and focus on catching the mad man behind their botched operations.

     Moving through the labyrinth of halls and rooms, avoiding creatures was fun in its own way. The prize, be it killing Pyg or killing her client, would be worth it in the end. It took some time but she finally managed to corner the man, locking him in a large room with the only way out through her. Her heart raced as her lips pulled back in a wide grin, fingers flexing around the grip of the pistol.

          “You’re a hard man to get to. Your ,,, employees are very persistent about you not being disturbed,” she spoke coolly as raised her gun so it was at her chest level, pointed at him. Her lips puckered out as she stared at the expressionless pig mask. Creepy. “But I’m a busy woman and I rather make this quick as I’m sure my client is getting wasted and I don’t want to arrive with him shitfaced and more grabby and bold than he already has been. So, any last words?”

     Please. Make it worth my while.

Semi plotted starter for @susperfectus​

[the-arkham-librarian]

@susperfectus | 💋

Ew ew ew ew ew ew! She pushes him away.

"What the fuck!? Get the hell away from me!"

[richardtrager]

➵

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

[psychosprey]

Hello hello and welcome to the cavalcade of confusion! I'll be the first to admit I'm absolute garbage at starters, but you're more than welcome to send me memes, or I'll send you memes, and we can get the ball rollin'. Maybe do a little plotting., who knows?

[monster-bcrn]

@susperfectus​

ALL of my muses reacting to Pyg and his majestic nips.

[episomalvector]

@goreverine @susperfectus

And hell is the absence of people you long for, but will never truly have.

[goreverine-archive1]

👅 for suggestive texts @susperfectus

DAKEN sent PYG an image. ( It’s him, lying with his arm thrown over a form Pyg would be familiar with: Giancarlo, one of his performers, with his heavy eyelashes and luscious black curls. It’s a selfie: They both look alluringly and smug at the camera, a total of six limbs represented by the two of their naked bodies. ) [ ✉️ PYG ] i was way too harsh on you. [ ✉️ PYG ] you have good taste, sometimes. [ ✉️ PYG ] giancarlo told me some nice things about you.