ANTHOLOGICALS an independent and semi selective multi muse blog ft. assorted muses from sinners, resident evil, the walking dead, original characters, and more. written by brandy.
i. this is a mature themed blog which includes being for 21+ only. i am semi activity and may be very selective. i have several blogs that i may switch to at any given time, though this is my main one. i am very very duplicate friendly and a heavy female positive blog. if that somehow makes you uncomfortable, then this isn't the space for you.
ii. if you need something specific tagged please let me know, as this is not always a spoiler free zone for any upcoming games or entertainment pertaining to the series or character ( if i do tag spoilers, it will last up to a month unless you message me to extend it ). anything with triggering potential will be tagged will be: "example tw/cw." as with formatting, i tend to use some text with colour & double spaces. however, i am more than happy to change to a format that is easiest!
iii. while shipping romantically is not a super high priority, i do enjoy it and don't mind if you straight up just ask me for one - though i will want to have a little plotting or have written a few things beforehand. all ships are in separate versus and do not coincide. anything sexual in nature will be tagged appropriately as " nsfw / " and/or under a read more, or fade to black depending on the comfort of my writing partner. *please keep in mind, that along with plotting, that from now on i am matching by energy. if mine isn't reciprocated or if i can tell it's one-sided or i'm the 'flavour of the week', i will slow way down to the point of disengaging altogether. i'm of the mind where i'm too tired to prove myself or look like a fool. if you are not feeling something, please tell me and that will be the end of it. easy-peasy lemon squeezy.
iv. no hate or bullying! call outs, drama, or any of that nature aren't welcomed here. unless it's actually harmful outside of tumblr role-play ( stalking, doxxing, ect ), i make up my own mind whether or not to associate with someone and if i feel pressure, i will auto-block. *if i soft block you? chances are we've never interacted ( especially if you followed me first ) and you clutter my dash, or i've tried and it's gone no where. 99.9% of the time those are the only reasons, and you are welcome to try again.
v. as a reminder: i am a mother of two very young children and likewise busy because of this. most of the time i am mobile bound. this has zero bearing on my interest, so please don't ever think that. i am simply slow and perpetually tired and my brain most likely isn't working.
𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔. all graphic currently made by @prayreturn / @rusthunt
a trembling flinch from her toned stomach as lips trail a gentle, leisurely path from the boundary of her caged heart to the faded flesh tincture of each claw mark strewn upon the sides of her waistline. her skin shivers newly, mouth parting for a fit of soft, girlish giggling to spill forth, observing curiously through dark lashes near the spot which @remmickofficial now lingers adjacently to her bellybutton. one specific, light abrasion he hadn't given her, nor had he ever asked about.
❝ Семь. seven years ago, where bullet hit- graze over. not fatal, as you can see. . . but enough that i never forget. ❞ and how could she? it was how she met anatoly. how everything in her life had begun to spiral. remmick wouldn't care to hear that part, she determined, still peering down with her fingers lazily combing through the locks of his dusk-brown hair.
❝ хорошо- but that is no fair, my skin. . . it is paper thin. ❞ sky-coloured orbs scan across the pale viridian of the mutant's flesh, his muscles an atlas of pockmarks carved in various shapes and sizes. every blink felt as if she'd discovered a new one. there's naught to impinge upon even as fingertips poise in close proximity, respectful of @bottlecapping space, only the incredulity of her stare and the scarcest tug of lips giving her admiration away.
knuckles breach with speckles of nicks that trail to the half-mark of her wrist in a less impressive showcase. well, it was a start to one silly story. ❝ many years ago i come to watch big fight in combat arena with gang. did not lose bet and man did not want to pay money. so i pay him with hit in the jaw with crowbar. did not expect him to lung and bite me. crazy сволочь. would have taken whole hand off if i did not have backup. the whole place became another cage match over it! lesson learned to always wear gloves wherever you go. lucky you do not have to. ❞
"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell."
"I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history."
"Every scar has a story, right?"
"Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?"
"Your scars are like a roadmap."
"Where did you acquire this scar?"
"I've always been curious about your scars."
"This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?"
"Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?"
"Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor."
"This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?"
"Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph."
"Scars make us who we are."
"Scars are like a visual history."
"What's the history behind this scar on your back?"
"I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."
[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch.
[SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars.
[EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars.
[TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips.
[DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar.
[REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body.
[TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin.
[POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation.
[COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars.
[NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars.
[LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar.
[SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.
SAMMIE: You always said you would tell me what happened to your daddy when I got older. Well, I guess I’m older. Y’all really kill him?
STACK: Nah, we ain’t kill him. Smoke did. Our daddy knocked me unconscious. By the time I came to, Smoke was halfway done buryin’ him.
there's a lengthy pause as sophie studies him, subconsciously taking a small step back. " i do, actually. " brown eyes narrow, head moving in a shallow nod. " i have a pretty good memory too, and i can't forget this lesson my parents taught me. " though she manages to keep fairly decent control over her features, there's no ignoring the quickening of her heartbeat or the small stumble over her next words. " does, uh ... stranger danger ring a bell? "
there's no masking the fresh rush of blood with each stuttering breath she now takes; the lambasting pulse betwixt her ribcage too sharp, too attentive without effort for his advanced senses.
arms curve at the fore of his torso, left hand resting atop knuckles, limbs listless when he provides a cheshire grin. ❝ now that's a mighty fine lesson, but i ain't exactly a stranger. been roamin' around these parts for a while now. . . jus' never seen the likes of you before. pretty ‘lil thing you are— you by yourself, or. . . ? ❞ his chin tips momentarily without care, intuitively searching right past the woman as if looking for someone or something hidden about, giving her a transparent once-over whilst chewing on his lower lip.
pale azure orbs captivate the radiant glow of artificial light alike the cold intensity of a predator; luminously washed out against the shadowy backdrop as they scale downward towards @dollstuck. head ticks, the faintest aureate plate of teeth displayed when he offers a crooked, tentative grin.
❝ nah, i ain't seen one. ❞ long fingers reach for her hand, more accustomed to hauling the weight of the tinier vampire around by now. he'll help her find it. ❝ – sure you ain't left it with rem or mary? what's it look like? ❞
"Don't say anything too emotional. It'll be uncomfortable." - for Firecracker
Psychopath Sentences, Vol. 2
sapphire irises are a glossy pale hue when she smiles, the scarlet sheen of her lips giving off a reflective shine as bright as her pearl white teeth. she's practically shaking, shoulders tensing once to keep steady, holding in the excitement as best she can despite his warning.
❝ i'm just. . . so excited, sir- to introduce you as our new god— our only god— to the whole world. for them all t'see how special you are. and its an honour t'be here. to stand next t'you in your light and bask in your reverence. ❞ daringly a hand reaches to rest upon @h0mlander shoulder, grin creased sparsely but still stretched merrily across her face. ❝ they're all gonna see. . . i know it. ❞
Eyes remained close, though brows knit together in some sort of annoyance. Why did they have to leave suddenly ?? He didn't hear any commotion about... well anything at all, outside or inside. Was he that deep into sleep, or was Danika just crazy about something else that Howard was not privy to ?? There wasn't any commotion outside, he thinks they're fine.
" Mmm- " Groan is quiet, but he nuzzles into the pillow beneath head. His arm remains strewn out where it had been across her torso, as if she was still there beneath his arm.
" Like I said, darlin'- FIVE MORE MINUTES. Ain't gonna hurt no one. "
arms hung loose at her sides, the muscles in her shoulders and forearms scantily tensing as she peers down at his languorous state. how quaintly. . . peaceful he looked. for once it made her feel bad for waking him at all.
fingers slightly curled inward, brows slanting with confusion setting into the weak lines of her expression. she should wake him anyway and demand them leave. yet– all she can do is stand there awkwardly, glimpsing now at the faintest band of magenta that outlines the hills beyond them from the broken windowpane. there was still time, and there was no real present danger, either, completely protected by the walls of the abandoned house and makeshift barricades that remained untouched throughout the night. and truth be told? she did still feel quite weary. maybe. . . she could try. . .
❝ Ну что ж, ладно. . . fine. ❞ eyes give a swift half roll, reluctantly slinking back down unto the mattress on her side blankly staring. the flush of her cheeks has amply a chance to bloom before frowning sharply. ❝ . . . and do not call me that again. ❞ barely a minute and another blink later, her body went rigid all over again. ❝ –what now? ❞
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence.
her tongue flicks out as if sampling the air, akin to a curious serpent, for something she can't quite smell. not for her fewer delicate senses, but she remembers how it tastes. how the refulgence of its colour beguiles right towards her fingertips, seeping down rose beige skin and melting into the lines. deep pools of blue lift with quizzical brows to settle upon the other woman, her gaze holding no judgement. an odd happenstance, or perhaps @malka-lisitsa knew something danika had been adept at hiding about herself? or so she thought.
before she decides to question it, her pale lips meet at the tips of offered digits to indulge. only a small taste, wordless, with eyes left to linger.
