#thx|futurx|is|bullxtproof

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тнιѕ ιѕnт good ; cloѕed

Bullet deadpanned at this, staring at the other somewhat incrudiously at this knowledge. The killjoy drew in a deep breath.

“Fuck.”

The word was shaky, the raven already starting to spiral straight into a panic attack, but he forced it down, standing up and dragging on his pants and boots, not bothering with a shirt as he stepped it into the scorching heat. Car was still there. Motorcycle was still there.

That didn’t mean much, though, Quix, was a fast walker. Much to Bullet’s dismay, there was a soft breeze tossing the sand about; any trail there might have been was long gone.

“F u c k.”

XxxX || @destinandquixkilljoys

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-SCREAMS- OKAY BUT LIKE

YOU’RE FREAKING AMAZING??????

AND HELLA SWEET????

AND ANGST MASTER 50000000%

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE FUCKING SALTY ASSHATS

I love them, I love their ship, I love you, and I am SO EXCITED FOR WHAT WE HAVE PLANNED FOR THEM HEHEHEHEHEH

Mutuals send me a ❤️ & I'll compliment you.

my man. If I want to drive a wrecking ball directly through my muse’s life, I always know who to call. MASTER of angst. Master of format too! Bitch, I do not know how you do it. I do not know how you keep up with all that formatting and all of those gifs. It’s a miracle, truly.

Bullet is a blessing on mun and muse’s lives. Beautiful dork murder man. Beautiful character. Love him. Love u

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“уσυя кιѕѕ αη∂ ι

ωιℓℓ ѕυяяєη∂єя

тнє ѕнαяρєѕт ℓινєѕ

αяє тнє

∂єα∂ℓιєѕт

тσ ℓєα∂ ...”

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And

@hauntedfriends

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Habits: Bullet/Leonis

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming / singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | lip chewing | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Habits: Lazarus

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming / singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | lip chewing | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Stolen from: @lookalivesunshiine

Tagging: @mind-the-muses, @destinandquixkilljoys, @deathbetweenmyteeth

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Behind the scenes (old meme I know)

Send me ‘Behind the scenes’ for conversation between the mun and the muse

Bullet: *Busts into the room* Ey…. Ey loser. TAYLOR.

Me: w h a t

Bullet: You’ve got like ten fuckin’ drafts

Me: ….. *stands up*

Bullet: you should fuckin’ do those.

Me: ….. *walks over*

Bullet: ….? Taylor?

Me: *slowly closes the door*

Bullet: T A Y L O R

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@mind-the-muses traaaavvvvv

i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

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::Out For Blood-Drabble::

TW: Violence, blood, drug mention, torture...

Honestly if you can’t handle even a little gore this isn’t the drabble for you

High key suggesting that you listen to Monster by Skillet on repeat while reading it cause it helps

“The secret side of me, I never let you see

I keep it caged but I can't control it

So stay away from me, the beast is ugly

I feel the rage and I just can't hold it.”

Leonis Aries Karisova had been far too nice for far too long.

He’d ignored every instinct, he’d fought every urge to just blow up, he’d bitten his tongue more times than he could count... He’d been playing the part of the doting, loving, caring, patient boyfriend...

But now? Now that he was on his own and he didn’t have anyone around to hold him back...?

Heh.

That little red monster of wrath started to bubble up in his chest.

He’d already effectively terrified Special K into submission, getting all the information he needed, and now he felt a humourless smile etch it’s way onto his lips. He was hunting, and his beast was thirsting for blood.

Bullet could feel himself melting away, that evil bastard that used to call himself Leonis taking his place and itching for a little fun. His fingers drummed silently on the steering wheel, not really even registering the song that was playing on his old cassette tape. He didn’t care. His eyes flicked briefly to the list of names Special K had given him, mouth twitching into another smirk.

Nineteen Killjoys. Two neutrals.

He’d already gone through every name on the list at this point, somehow remaining polite until he got the information he needed, and now he just had one name left on it...

Nuke Forward.

Bullet sighed at the name, rolling his eyes. Lord, and people told him Bulletproof Racer was stupid... At least he got his from Dr. D, plus it was a lot better than what he used to roll with... The raven haired monster put his beater into park, staring silently at the club in front of him, rage humming through his veins.

“Tiger’s Gentleman’s Club” the sign outside boasted, and Leonis scoffed with a note of obvious sarcasm to it. The men at this fucking place were anything but gentlemen... His jaw went taut for a moment, and he breathed.

That familiar sense of relaxation washed over him as he decided on what he was going to do, and he smiled quietly to himself. This was only the beginning, it was the calm before the storm.

Bullet finally willed himself out of the car, shutting it behind him before taking stock of the place, noting every window, every door, every alleyway, every car, and every patron in sight, nodding to himself as that side of him he tried so hard to repress kicked into full gear. The killjoy elected to leave his jacket in the car, deciding that he quite honestly didn’t want to spend the time it would take cleaning blood out of it. He took a glance to the night sky, sent a prayer to the Phoenix Witch, and that was the last time that Bullet showed himself that night.

Leonis took over from there.

Gloved hands pressed the door of the club open, blocking out the sound of bass as whatever shitty synth mix they were playing tried to pound it’s way into his head. He searched the inside with a piercing gaze, blue hues falling on a pretty thing all dolled up.

“Hey...”

“Heya, handsome~ Lookin’ for a date~?”

“Actually, I’m looking for a friend of mine, Nuke Forward... is he here...?” At the name, the pretty brunette’s face almost instantly fell, glancing off in a corner.

“... yes...”

“Mind leadin’ me to him, Sugar...?”

“Hey... ain’t you Quix’s—“

“There’s twenty carbons in it for you.”

“... carbons first, hot shot.”

Leon promptly complied, handing over the cash to the suddenly eager prostitute who pocketed the plastics and took him by the arm. They weaved through the room, Bullet’s shoulders tensing a little at the numerous tables of pills, pipes, rocks, needles, and lines that were in sight, causing his head to spin and his stomach to clench and that hungry little monster inside him to flare up and will him to reach out to take one pill just one pill just one pill just one and suddenly he was taking a deep breath and counting to six in his head particularly upon seeing the pills with those taunting smiles printed on them He didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t need them he didn’t—

“Over there with the orange jacket, Sugar. Good luck.” Leon was broken out of that mild panic that had so suddenly flooded him, and he nodded his head in reply, silently thankful that the kid had spoken. He watched as the brunette slipped away from him, and his eyes fell on a his target. Suddenly it was as if the room had faded away, melting into the background as the man locked eyes with him. Every ounce of anxiety in him disappeared at that second, and he found himself straightening up, a charming smile sliding to his lips. He felt naked without his jacket to surround him, but at this very moment, watching as those drug fogged brown eyes slid the length of his form, he was thankful that he’d left it in the car.

This was far too easy...

Then again...

It wasn’t like this was the first Killjoy he’d hunted...

The man in question had shoulder length, greasy hair, dyed green like toxic sludge. Quite honestly the whole dye job was wretched, then again if he’d had any dignity or class to him he wouldn’t be holed up in this joint feeding heroin to prostitutes for sex now would he? Combat boots moved forward of their own accord, and Bullet tilted his head just a tad, a trick he’d seen Quix use on himself to get what he wanted.

Usually it always worked, and it seemed to be working for this bastard as well...

“Well well well... aren’t you pretty~?” The man purred in such a way that Leonis had to keep himself from gritting his teeth in disgust, but still he smiled and even let out a fucking giggle.

Damn wasn’t he a good little actor?

He watched as Nuke stood up, taking note of how tall he was. He was shorter than Quix (then again, wasn’t everyone?) but he couldn’t be more than 6’2 or 6’3... the two pretty things that had been hanging off him on the couch looked particularly nonplussed, but at a sudden, wicked glare from Bulletproof they seemed to think better of opening their mouths and sunk into the couch.

“You Nuke Forward...?”

“Yeah, Sugar, I am~”

“A friend told me I could get a little fun outta you...”

“What friend...?”

“Quix...” The recognition in Nuke’s eyes at this made Leon seethe with anger, fingers suddenly itching with the urge to gouge his beady eyes out.

He hated this man he hated him with every beat of his heart with every breath he took with every—

“How’s about we go somewhere more quiet, Cutie...?”

Leon elected to just smile and nod, motioning for the man to follow him out a side door into the nearest alleyway. He was focused now that they were alone and out of the den of drugs and sex, taking in a calming breath of fresh air.

“So, What is it you were wanting...?”

“What Quix was gettin’, sounded fun~”

“H? I think I got some in my car—“ The Killjoy reached out as he spoke, putting one hand on Bullet’s slim waist, but he instantly regretted doing so.

He didn’t even have time to scream.

In a flash, his hand was pinned to the wooden wall beside them, a razor sharp switchblade driven straight through the middle of his wrist as the man- no, the demon in front of him suddenly stared into his eyes with a gaze that burned hotter and more wickedly than the flames of hell. Cold fear flooded his veins, and suddenly the searing pain in his wrist registered to his head, but he didn’t have a chance to shout as a shockingly strong hand forced its way over his mouth and slammed his head back against the wall.

“Shut. Up.”

It was an order, not a suggestion.

“If you make one fucking sound I swear to god I’ll tear your tongue out with my bare hands and make you eat it.”

Honestly...

Nuke believed every goddamned word.

When Bullet was sufficiently pleased with the fact that the man would stay quiet, he twisted the blade, looking him straight in the eyes. He watched as the man bit his tongue until it bled, and smirked dangerously at him. “Hm. Good. You’re not as stupid as I thought...” He promptly yanked the blade free, grinning as Nuke trembled with wide brown eyes that were suddenly incredibly clear.

“W... what do you want with me...” He whispered out hoarsely, caught and stuck like a deer in headlights.

“Blood.”

Nuke swallowed at this, and shrunk in on himself, suddenly not looking so tall.

“W-what...?”

“Quix almost died because of you.”

“W-wha—“

“Heroin overdose.”

“I... are you gonna kill me?”

“No.” At this point, Leonis calmly and deliberately wiped the bastard’s own blood off on that stupid orange jacket of his, giving a deadly smile before spinning the blade again in his hand in a wicked manner, driving it deep into his shoulder. Nuke bit his tongue again, willing himself not to scream, and suddenly, reflexively, he moved to lash out with his uninjured hand, trying to hit his attacker.

A second switch drove itself so deep into his hand it went through his fist and all the way through his palm.

“That was a bad idea on your part.” The words were said as, in a scarily practiced manner, the blade was withdrawn in a sharp sideways movement, slicing open his palm and effectively relieving him of two fingers and half of his thumb.

This time he screamed.

Leonis decided he was done playing nice and slammed the blade into his other shoulder, careful not to hit anything major as he swept his feet out from under him and Nuke hit the ground hard. The dealer’s head was positively spinning from shock, terror, and pain, breathing heavy and panicked as he spun right into a bout of hyperventilation. He watched, helpless, as the beast of a man stood over him with evil intent in his ice like eyes, teeth bared in rage and sick amusement.

He was enjoying this.

He was actually enjoying this.

“You think I’m the only thing that’s caused Quix to almost die? Not even close! Newsflash, hotshot, your boyfriend is a fucking wreck.” Nuke hissed through everything, suddenly in hysterics. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t fuckin’ killed himself.”

Those words rang in Bulletproof’s ears and his heart rate picked up almost instantly, anger swirling in his head as he remembered the words of a certain someone a week or so before.

‘—Is he still alive or has he offed himself yet?’

Issac’s words burned in his mind, and the raven haired killjoy locked eyes with the man beneath him.

“Lucky me I get to take it all out on you then...”

Nuke Forward’s blood ran cold.

— — — — — — —

It took five hours for someone to find him.

As a girl and her client stepped outside to make a transaction, she screamed in sheer terror at the bloodshed before her. Barely breathing Nuke was passed out cold on the ground, missing two fingers and a piece of his thumb on his right hand, and the index, middle, and ring finger of his left hand. Upon further inspection it was clear that both shoulders had deep stab wounds and his shirt had been torn open.

“P I G”

The word was carved deep into Nuke’s chest, covering the entirety of it with wide, horrific gashes.

Whoever had done this had been out for blood...

This had been personal...

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“Hey Bullet! What do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?" - Bullet Kisser

“All ya gotta do is ask, sugar, however I’m spoken for.”

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*ˢᶜᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᵛᴱᴺˢ*

ᴵᵀ ᴵˢ ᴰᴼᴺᴱ!!!!!

@chosedefeat / @starsorted

@ofsugarandice

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Ignore these people, Bullet, they're just jealous of you and Quix. They'll stop eventually. - B.C

“Thanks, Bigs… I’m just… I’m gettin’ really tired of this shit, y’know…? I just wanna take care of Quix and have them leave me the hell alone…”

@bigcat-desertrat

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ⱠØØ₭ ₳ⱠłVɆ ₴Ʉ₦₴Ⱨł₦Ɇ

ᏆhᎬ fuᏆuᏒᎬ Ꭵs buᏞᏞᎬᏆᏢᏒᎾᎾf 

ᏆhᎬ ᎪfᏆᎬᏒmᎪᏆh Ꭵs sᎬᏟᎾᏁᎠᎪᏒᎽ 

ᎥᏆ’s ᏆᎥmᎬ ᏆᎾ ᎠᎾ ᎥᏆ ᏁᎾᎳ ᎪᏁᎠ ᎠᎾ ᎥᏆ ᏞᎾuᎠ 

ᏦᎥᏞᏞjᎾᎽs 

mᎪᏦᎬ sᎾmᎬ ᏁᎾᎥsᎬ

ⱠɆØ₦ł₴ ₳ⱤłɆ₴ ₭₳Ɽł₴ØV₳

Killjoy!Verse Page

🅒🅛🅘🅒🅚 🅜🅔

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“Mind if I borrow this for a bit, Bullet~? It’s awful comfy~”

@destinandquixkilljoys / @crocsuckersanonymous

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;closed

Bullet smiled tiredly at his love, running their noses together and snuggling close as he gently reached a hand up to pet through Quix’s hair. “I love you...” He murmured softly, kissing Quix’s forehead. “I’m right here, beautiful...”

XxxX || @destinandquixkilljoys

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△ Bullet have you ever been hypnotized?

“Drunk guy tried it once. Didn’t work for obvious reasons.”

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Hey, Bullet, Quix is at my place. He got into some trouble...but he’s safe here if you want to see him. - Alessa

That’s probably not a good idea right now. Thanks.

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△ Bullet - what did you do in the City?

On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable is he with answering this: 17

“…. I was an exterminator. A zone exterminator… I was probably about as bloody as it gets, if I’m being honest… BLi had me on so many drugs to keep me complacent it’s a wonder I could even function. I was little more than an attack dog on a leash to them. This dog has broken his lead now, though. I have for a while….”