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1) Stinky what happened to your face?!! 2) Do you have any friends of family? 3) what was so interesting about your life? 4) Have you ever fought in a war?
1) Stinky what happened to your face?!!
“Insult me one more time and FIND OUT.”
2) Do you have any friends of family?
“That’s a rather personal question. Back off or burn.” Huh. Seems like Marcus will only answer this to someone he knows....
3) what was so interesting about your life?
“Perhaps that it was absurdly long, complicated, and full of shenanigans.”
“...and murder. So, so much murder.”
4) Have you ever fought in a war?
“Does being public enemy number one for years and years and years count? I couldn’t even take a nap without another six or so challengers trying to be the “ones who took down Marcus”!” He laughed. Did he find that.. funny?.. no, he just seemed tired. Tired and sarcastic.
“...oh, and let’s not forget the whole genocide of my species thing, so I genocide THEM, and now I’M the BAD GUY? And let’s not mention there’s a fuckton of crimes they can’t find the committer for so they just blame me...”
“Like, come on, you lazy catbags. I leave a calling card every time. Do you see my calling card there? No? Wasn’t me. Fucking cricket-brained felines,....” Big yawn from local owl.
#]]thehalffaceddemon#heavy scarring#heavy scarring cw#]]ic#ask#anon#scarring#scarring cw#genocide#genocide cw#murder#murder cw#war#war cw#Anonymous
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What did the panthers ever do to you?
“Hhhhh,....” The owl exhales, scratchy, deep. He’d been avoiding answering this one for a while.
“I killed THOUSANDS of big cats. Indiscriminately. Well, mostly targeting snow leopards, but that’s not the point--”
“That ROTTEN almost-cat-bastard with the four eyes and three tails and the PROBABLE PELT FULL OF TICKS AND SLUGS was the one who killed off all the panthers! I only killed a few fucking hundred! Not the whole damn species! Stop giving me ALL THE DAMN CREDIT.”
“I will, however, take credit for the snow leopards and cheetahs though. Fucking cats deserved it, too. Now, I tried very hard to get rid of the domestic felines too- but do you know how many of those fucking cats exist? They’re EVERYWHERE. I had to give that up. Eventually gave up the whole ‘wipe out the cats’ plan altogether. Still want to, but not worth my effort nor energy.”
...Marcus looks too smug to be admitting to targeted genocide. Maybe he’s... not as nice as he seems?
#]]thehalffaceddemon#heavy scarring#heavy scarring cw#]]ic#ask#genocide#genocide cw#this is your tag reminder that muse =/= mun and that marcus is an absolute bastard#scarring#scarring cw#Anonymous
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What kind of breed of dogs do you like?
“Oh.. you’re a human, aren’t you?” The barn owl yawned. “We don’t exactly have ‘breeds’ where I come from. There’s very few purebred lines left- turns out, loving who you want to love is stronger then arranged marriages. Most are mutts now.”
“...or chimeras. Feathers above, we have so many fucking chimeras....”
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what kind of cheese do ya like the most?
“The hell’s cheese?”
... well, that wasn’t an answer. Thanks, Marcus.
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bonus deals bc I’m hungry for interaction??
send me an ask and I’ll not only answer, but draw your muse too!!(if you have one, whoops)
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@divaur
The air violently cracks, wind shattering for a brief moment as reality itself bends to another’s will. A bright flash conceals a rip in sanity, the owl falling through the tear just as it seals itself up once more, disappearing just as fast as it arrives. Wings limp at his sides, the feathered creature seems... more bored, then anything. Right as the mist of the sea was about to hit him, the owl flailed his wings, rapidly slowing down and leading into a hover.
“Great. Wonderful.” The sarcasm practically radiated off of him. “Now I need to find a way back. Again. After I just got back. After two months. Greaaat...”
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@mothofdesire
Waiting for eternity seemed so boring. There was the gradual hum of the Eclipse Plains thrummed and dulled with an everlasting, inconsistent beat, like a broken record stuck on repeat. No matter how many times the owl had tried to fix the issue, it just went eerily silent for months on end, before the song came on again. It was his own making, his own isolation; but damn does Marcus find it more boring then before.
Maybe bein’ trapped in a fuckin’ box would’a served me better. At least bastards would’a come to taunt me, like the old days. Hah! Old days... fuck I’m old.
His talons made a plinking sound each time they connected to the reflective surface of the home, before violently cracking beneath him, gravity increasing several times over-
“Ah. Fuck. This again?”
There’s a bright flash of light somewhere else; a Hell not his own, of another universe’s. Speeding through the tear with a look of absolute ‘here we go again,’ the owl flailed his wings out and gently came from breakneck speeds to a hover, narrowly crashing into the ground.
As the rip in reality sealed itself- as all good tears in sanity should- the owl beat his wings twice, landed, and managed an impressive yawn.
“Well. Might as well see what all the big news as about this fuckin’ weird place is, then.” Is he talking to himself? He is, definitely. Boy was this place uncomfortably warm.
#heavy scarring cw#heavy scarring#scarring#scarring cw#]]thehalffaceddemon#]]ic#starter#mothofdesire
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“What.”
There’s a long, distinct pause from the barn owl, the light of a familiar eclipse looming overhead.
“How the FUCK did you get into my fuckin’ dimension? Go home.”
Kicks open everyone door. “WHO WANTS TO BE IN FUCK’N FASHION SHOW?”
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tagdump bc I haven’t done this yet? whoops
tags! all mains and future cameos/secret mains mixed in the mix.
#tags#]]thehalffaceddemon#]]theprodigalson#]]thedemonsdaughter#]]thoselostintheeyes#]]minicat#]]shewhogottooclose#]]ruinbringer#]]harmonyincarnate#]]theeyesoftheeclipse#]]thesilversprinter#]]ascendantform#]]theonewhostabs#]]metaldragon#]]metalborne#]]thebluespaceinterloper#]]character unlocked!#]]character locked...#]]ic#]]OOC#]]a challenger approaches??#]]a challenger retreats!#]]flickeringsilence
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apologies for the inactivity spike!! had to sort out formal story and emotes, but I’m back!
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“hold this.”
???: !!! Suddenly-appearing telekinesis stops the weapon from clattering on the flat, even floor of the universal void.
???: “Shhhhhh.” They holds up a claw to their mouth. They’re still creeping up on Marcus, the weapon being... shoved? Into their tail? And vanishing?
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send “hold this.” to toss my muse a weapon.
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Bich you thought
Marcus: “I’m not a female dog, have some respect, and I think quite fine, thanks.”
(Pardon the style change; ???’s getting new icons soon!) ???: “...”
[[A NEW CHARACTER APPEARS! THEY APPEAR TO HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH OUR OWL FRIEND, HERE...]] Certainly, they must be nicer then they seems, too..?
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So...Are you alone here?
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The bird narrows his gaze, neon eye glowing in the dark. He extends a wing and pats the possessed child’s head once; while his wings look soft, they feel stiff and carry the scent of ashes, even now. Not to mention that horrific scar on the inside...
“Listen, mate. I have one rule. Don’t fuck with the children. They’re the future; important to someone. Important to me. The loss of child isn’t something I’d wish upon anyone.”
He paused, a frown wearing down his face. Teaching his kids how to fly; only for tragedy to strike, not weeks later. He’s quick to focus on Sonic, eye ominously glowing. “So tell me now. In what way does this benefit you? And do you want me to help?”
...oh, he’s just a lil pissed.
@theeyesoftheeclipse continued from here
"Contract?" Sonic looks down at the ground blankly. He looked like he just 'turned himself off.
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I didn't sign a contract...
I wasn't asking you for permission.
W-Well you should've..!
Mhmm. Yeah, because things would have gone so much differently.
Let me go!! Give me back my body!!!
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The kid blinks a bit, looking back up at Marcus. "W..What? I don't taste anything." He chuckles a little. "Experience? That’s kinda ominous." Sonic casually puts his hands behind his back. "I dunno what that whole...creeks your sound thing is about, but whatever you're thinkin' about...I'd think it'd be my business, yeah?" Sonic smiles slightly, his ears twitching a bit.
#]]thehalffaceddemon#rp#thread#rp thread#inkcoveredquills#]]ic#childloss cw#scarring cw#marcus is dumb and cares too much about strangers whops
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>“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain”? >What kind of ignorant fool wrote that?
[ CHARACTER UNLOCKED: MARCUS RANDELL ] [ 1 / 7 UNLOCKED ] [ completely independant multimuse oc askblog/rp blog. ]
#]]thehalffaceddemon#promo#askblog promo#ask blog promo#rpblog promo#rp blog promo#reblog#marcus randell#marcusrandell#crossover friendly#oc friendly#looking for interactions
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WHY YOU SUCH A HECKIN NERD BOI?
“You have the ability to ask me ANYTHING, and THIS is the only thing you can come up with? No wonder why your species fought itself to extinction, human.”
Unh oh. He’s a little pissed off.
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