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( A FUTURE WHERE I CAN BE WITH YOU : dark choco. )

    “Don’t you remember?” Without quite registering it, he runs a caring hand through a lock of Werewolf’s hair, and it’s just as soft and fluffy as he remembered. Just as tangled, too, perhaps moreso than his own, but that was to be expected. It was also to be ignored. There was no way he would remember this. Dark Choco could be as affectionate as he wished.

    “You’re hurt. I’m going to fix your injuries, then leave, okay?” Shaking fingers pull the fabric away, grimacing at the volume of blood collected on it, almost pooling. Yet, the flow seemed somewhat staunched, and he found a little comfort in that.

   “ n...no. don’t go. PLEASE. ” there’s a tugging at his heart that won’t go away. he sounds SCARED, NEEDY, and a fucked-up part of this is that he has to be on death’s door and DAZED OUT OF HIS MIND to admit how much he needs someone’s presence. he’s LONELY. he’s so fucking lonely.

    “ please... don’t leave me. ” the dull ringing in his head slowly SUBSIDES, and the dull pain remains, THUMPING against the side of his head. he shuffles backwards until he’s LEANING on the other, kind of ... shaking.

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( YOU WANT ME DEAD : dark choco. )

    He coughs, and all the sudden, something is spilling out- that sickly red mist has spread through his veins, pouring out of his mouth like jam, pooling around him as he bent over to the point where his forehead almost touched the ground. Curled up like that with his hair obscuring his face, it was difficult to notice anything but the bright, bright red, the same color as his blood, his eyes, the gem in that terrible sword.

    He snarls, almost snaps, and the sword is held close to him like a protective talisman, pressed to his chest- the edges were sharp, and while one hand remained curled firmly around the handle, the other shifted upwards along the blade, piercing through his fingers- though the drops of jam ran along the metal and hit the ground, he didn’t stop until his index reached the tip of the blade, pressing down- and as the red liquid rolled down the shining sword, the gem pulses, almost as if it had been hungry for just what it had been granted.

    “If you can’t help me, then run. Please, I love you, I don’t want to hurt you, I can’t hurt you-” He coughs, supports himself by planting the tip of the blade firmly against the ground- “go get Pistachio, she’ll know what to do, before it’s too late.”

     stop panicking. stop panicking. stop PANICKING. he repeats that to himself like a mantra and he looks to be on the verge of HYPERVENTILATING-- and, hey, he looks kind of ... FLUFFIER than usual. his huge winter coat seems to billow up like a cat trying to make itself bigger. he CHOKES, doubling over, and in the red mist he almost seems to vanish.

                   “ ------------ i love you too-- ”

     treat cookie VANISHES altogether in the fog and in his wake something HUGE remains, bigger than that of bittersweet choco, and it’s snarling, snapping, GROWLING right back.

      it’s a WOLF-- but there’s an inherently UN-WOLF-LIKE quality about it, something INEFFABLE, and that’s chalked up to the fact that it’s BIPEDAL. it BARKS, loudly, akin to that of a hound. and --- and then it RUNS, turning tail and BOOKING it, on all fours. running as FAST as it can.

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ooc. luciel im so sorry i dont have eyes

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

NAME: reena or delta NICKNAME: some people call me r?  AGE: 15 FACECLAIM: roll, except on my roll blog then its miku PRONOUNS: they/them HEIGHT: 5′11 BIRTHDAY: january 21 AESTHETIC: personal aesthetic is pink sparkly neon space city shit, ww aes is deep dark forests n broken down shit LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. TWO TRUCKS HAVING SEX. MY MUSCLES. MY MUSCLES. INVOLUNTARILY FL

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: roll n ww

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON): blues planted the idea in my head and it festered until my undying love for ww/dc made me make this

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: i love edgy boys? ww’s whole concept seems like a parody on the werewolf trope but i dont even care because i love him so much. i want him to be happy

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: fanart, but music helps

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: hit me with that gay shit but i have an unnatural love for villain-related threads

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: son of a bitch keeps running away from everyone

TAGGED BY: @copygunner IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE YOU TAGGE DME I WANT TO DIE TAGGING: @hcrbs and whoever else wants to do this!

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( SOMETHING’S TEARING ME DOWN : herb. )

@acronychals - ❀.

⠀ ——  ⠀ ❝ Maybe you don’t need my help, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to help.❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀He stared at him, as his hand began to twitch. He wasn’t very medically skilled, but he wanted to try and help who he considered to be his friend, instead of just standing around and feeling useless. Someone had to do something about it.

⠀ ——  ⠀ ❝ Just, try not to move it much, okay? ❞

        a tiny SIGH of begrudged ( VERY begrudged ) acquiesce escapes him and he FIDGETS with the fur of his coat with his unscathed hand with a NERVOUS but RELUCTANT expression on his face, almost as if he wants to SAY something, ANYTHING, but not another peep comes out. if he says nothing, DOES nothing, maybe nothing will go WRONG. he just ... needs to remind himself not to get AGITATED in any way, shape, or form. ( and that shouldn't be TOO hard, RIGHT ? ) ... heshouldsaysomethingheshouldsa

          “ ---------- ... thank you . ”

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( UHHH WEREWOLF FORGET KEYS, BRB : kirby. )

   Huh. He remained glued onto the others leg as he squeaked. This wasn’t the first time he was confused for a marshmallow, and it certainly won’t be the last. He shook his head. Despite his extremely large stomach, he wouldn’t eat a living, breathing cookie. Besides, he smelt… Oddly of pepper. Who put pepper into a cookie…?

   “Nuh-uh, I’m not a marshmallow. I’m Kirby. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you or anything!”

     what th-- WHAT ? WHAT ??? he stares, DUMBFOUNDED, at this tiny pink not-marshmallow in complete shock. 

       “ --------- what do you mean, EAT ME ? ” oh god, is this thing some sort of GREMLIN ? is a swarm of them going to climb all over him and EAT HIM ALIVE?? he KNEW he should have ran away while he had the CHANCE !! he looks PANICKED all of a sudden, despite the fact that this thing was less than HALF his size and was still blinking at him INNOCENTLY. a slight SHIFTING FEELING creeps up his back but it’s small so he just SHRUGS IT OFF.

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 ( YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT A PANINI IS : kirby. )

   “…Huh.”

 He didn’t sound startled or surprised – Even though he hadn’t met a werewolf before, he had met ghosts and demons. As the other began to move to leave, Kirby was quick to move. The small puff tried to cling to the back of the others leg, little nubs holding onto him, somewhat tightly.

          “So, you’re a cookie?”

      werewolf makes a yip noise as the pink ball LATCHES itself onto his leg like a CAT, though, minus the CLAWS. he’s thankful for THAT, at there very least, but his expression takes on that of ANNOYANCE as he kicks his leg slightly, trying to get this thing to let go without LAUNCHING it into the air on accident. and then the thing asks that REALLY WEIRD QUESTION that makes werewolf stop in his tracks, confused.

           “ ------  ... WHAT ? ”  werewolf blinks, once, twice, THREE TIMES, processing the little marshmallow’s question. “ w - well -- yeah. i’m a cookie. aren’t you a MARSHMALLOW? ” his tone is INCREDULOUS, and his face looks just as so.

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( WOOF WOOF WHATS FOR LUNCH : kirby. )

   He’s silent. He hated seeing people sad, no matter who they were. A villain, or someone he didn’t know… People constantly said that he was too soft, and perhaps they were right. At first, Kirby nodded, but then he shook his head.

   “You’re right. I don’t know the full story, but I don’t NEED to know. You could be the worst person in the world for all I know, poyo… Yet, I still believe that everyone has a chance, even if they do make a few harsh mistakes.”

    he sighs, shoulders shuddering and he looks INCREDIBLY anxious, but COLD at the same time. DISTANT, almost. well, fuck it.

     “ -------- kid, i’m a werewolf-- my name is LITERALLY werewolf cookie. i hurt people without meaning to.” THERE. short, sweet, to the point, not getting into any details about his friend getting possessed by a BLOOD SWORD, just ... him. maybe this’ll chase the thing off, and if not, he’ll just leave HIMSELF. in fact, he’s already moving to leave HIMSELF. just ... he’ll just run into the NEARBY FOREST or something. prevent the INEVITABLE from hurting another.

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( YEAH CAN I GET A UHHHHHHH : kirby. )

  Kirby wasn’t scared easily. He remained in front of the other, his head tilting slightly to the side. He looked so soft. His pink color was oddly welcoming, as were his blue eyes. The puffball could argue that he was dangerous, as he was able to inhale almost anything, as long as it wasn’t too big or too heavy, and that was not a problem if he had hypernova.

    “If that’s the case, then it takes time and effort to change that.” He said, softly. “I don’t know who you are, but… Anyone can be saved, poyo. Including you.”

     for the first time in a while, he SMILES-- but it’s a bitter, CYNICAL smile, and scoffs quietly before his shoulders and ears DROOP. he looks so SAD.

      “ ---------- it’s a nice thought, kid, but i don’t think you know the WHOLE STORY. ” this little pink thing is so UNTHREATENING and kind-looking, almost like furball pup-- which meant he should REALLY leave before he gets agitated or something. he stands, but hesitates. the way the thing is LOOKING at him now ... it’s kind of making him feel exposed. he pulls his coat over him more. feeling ANXIOUS in front of this little thing.

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@puffywarrior ( cont’d )

       hand CURLS around the fur of his coat, pulling it over himself in what almost seems to be a DEFENSIVE stance. his face looks STONE COLD, but peering at his eyes one could see NERVOUSNESS creeping in. why is he talking to this thing? it’s DANGEROUS for this little guy to be around him. werewolf is dangerous, he doesn’t want to HURT the tiny thing. it looks like a JELLY or something, or maybe some sort of MARSHMALLOW.

     “ ---------- some people ... some people are too dangerous. ” his voice is GRUFF, low like a DOG’S GROWL, and he tenses slightly before straightening. he should leave. HE SHOULD LEAVE. before something goes WRONG.

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“Not everyone can be pulled into the light, hero.”

hero / villain starters // accepting

    the rain is coming down in sheets. how LONG had it been since both WEREWOLF and bittersweet DARK CHOCO were ran out of the village? ten? twenty HOURS ago? werewolf scoffs, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes to cast SCORN at the other in his gaze. this person that stood in front of him ... that is NOT the same person he knew yesterday.

     “ --------- i’m not a hero. and neither are you, WHOEVER you are. ” his voice drips with MALICE, but one can barely pick out the underlaying FEAR that makes his voice TREMBLE at the edges. he is afraid of this person.

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            ❝ WHAT’S UP EVERYBODY ? I THINK DOGS SHOULD VOTE !!! ❞                            art cred

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Starters | Heroes & Villains

|HERO|

“You’re not getting away this time!”

“Your tools are impressive, but they can’t beat natural born power.”

“Don’t you ever grow weary of the same routine?”

“You’re a monster.”

“I must say, of all the people I put behind bars, you’ve got to be the worst.”

“I don’t want to play your sick mind games, I’m not one of your victims!”

“You can’t control me like you can your little puppets, can you?”

“Ugh, I feel bad for whoever has to sort all this mess out.”

“I’m just…tired. I’m tired of everyone’s lives lying on my shoulders.”

“Why can’t these people just learn to take care of themselves?”

“I enjoy my work, I’m a savior! I wouldn’t trade that for anything!”

|VILLAIN|

“What’s the matter, are you afraid of me? Good.”

“I have to say, you are giving me quite a bit of trouble.”

“You’re about to piss me off, brat.”

“Come on, you can get out of that, can’t you? At least try.”

“Go on, at least put on a show if you’re going to challenge me.”

“The last guy didn’t end up so well, if you’ve heard. I admire your bravery.”

“As much as I appreciate tenacity, I don’t appreciate annoying flies interrupting my plans.”

“Now that I’ve got you, what should I do first?”

“Relax, kiddo. Not everyone’s out here for mass murder or world domination. Maybe I just wanted to take this car for a joy ride.”

“Why do you always have to ruin my fun?”

“Why did I turn bad? Why do heroes ask such inane questions?”

“You don’t need to understand me, I don’t WANT you to understand me!”

“Not everyone can be pulled into the light, hero.”

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