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Venussie speaks
Excluding my own reblogs,
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And if I did make a new askblog, what OCs should I bring?
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here are all my blogs I believe.
Just reply to this post with your opinions lmao
Percy and Ethan have disappeared!
Vex sneezed as she made her way through Salem in the cold and unwelcoming atmosphere. She had nowhere else to go, and nowhere else to hide. Plaguedoctors were a known thing in Salem, so she had to be aware of her surroundings. But, she was in need of shelter for a small while, her house too far to reach in such windy weather. As she approached the door nearest to her, she covered her hands within large sleeves and knocked cautiously. Hopefully, she could get some tissues. 💉
The knocking at the door concerned the Hex Master, to be honest. He hadn't seen Ethan in a long while- which worried him, since Ethan was recovering from the bear trap injuries.. Percy went to open the door, he shivered when he felt the cold air licking at his face.. and that's when he saw her. He saw the lady, who seemed to be out in her own in the cold.. and sick! He quickly opened up the door, frowning. "Come in, come in! Are you alright? Do you want some soup?" He asked.
(where the asks at though)
🔪 It was the first time Ethan had left his knife in the house before exiting the house. It was dark out when he walked to the Trapper's houee, having heard he makes wonderful traps. He wanted to buy a bear trap (or two) to help defend his home. What he wasn't expecting was the moment he knocked, he stepped on a bear trap. Ouch. "U-uhh.. can.. can someone help?" He asked, sound pained and alarmed. (@ask-the-wicked-couple)
Marco had heard the snap from outside, someone must have tried to attack him. He went to his drawer, and pulled out his pistol. He opened the door, and aimed at the man. The person seemed to be wielding a knife, likely a Serial Killer.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” He cocked the gun at him.
"Oh, you shouldn't be so.. vulgar.." Percy began to say before Ethan spoke up. "Yes, Marco! Kill 'em with passion! Claim what's yours!" He clapped, happily before finishing his food. Percy blushed, his face embarrassed before going to start cleaning up. "Thank you for joining us, Marco, I really appreciate it!"
🔪 It was the first time Ethan had left his knife in the house before exiting the house. It was dark out when he walked to the Trapper's houee, having heard he makes wonderful traps. He wanted to buy a bear trap (or two) to help defend his home. What he wasn't expecting was the moment he knocked, he stepped on a bear trap. Ouch. "U-uhh.. can.. can someone help?" He asked, sound pained and alarmed. (@ask-the-wicked-couple)
Marco had heard the snap from outside, someone must have tried to attack him. He went to his drawer, and pulled out his pistol. He opened the door, and aimed at the man. The person seemed to be wielding a knife, likely a Serial Killer.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” He cocked the gun at him.
"If the Vulture person.. if he's got good communication, you should go for it!" Percy told him as he finished up his soup, humming happily before he looked over at Ethan, sighing softly before he examined Marco. "I truly hope everything ends well for you."
4. What was your biggest freakout over? (Either)
"Waking up to be on a dissecting table. I was literally about to be studied like a dead frog, but thank the Gods Ethan appeared on the scene and saved me. You see, when you sleep for a couple hundred years you don't expect to wake up and watch a Serial Killer slaughter the guy who was going to cut you open like a pig." Percy explained. "I don't remember much, but all I remember I was very scared." Ethan began to say. "I was- with this lady, and she wasn't a very kind person- she wanted to kill me, you see? But the thing was that I let her go, and I don't remember why. She then came back and tried to shoot me and I was very scared- I don't know how long it took her to do that or why she did or even who she is but even now I'm scared. All I remember after that is waking up on a medical bedspread, and I know this was very long ago." He said, scratching his head anxiously.
Bother me,
my memories
are
wi l ti ng.
🔪 It was the first time Ethan had left his knife in the house before exiting the house. It was dark out when he walked to the Trapper's houee, having heard he makes wonderful traps. He wanted to buy a bear trap (or two) to help defend his home. What he wasn't expecting was the moment he knocked, he stepped on a bear trap. Ouch. "U-uhh.. can.. can someone help?" He asked, sound pained and alarmed. (@ask-the-wicked-couple)
Marco had heard the snap from outside, someone must have tried to attack him. He went to his drawer, and pulled out his pistol. He opened the door, and aimed at the man. The person seemed to be wielding a knife, likely a Serial Killer.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” He cocked the gun at him.
“Ah, love. That’s a funny topic, but I believe you can leave it to fate. I never expected to meet Ethan, it was rather alarming.” Percy confessed, sipping some soup. “I’m sure you’ll find someone- you just have to get closer with them and care for them. If you love someone and they don’t return the feelings, you should respect it. If you love them, you’ll respect their boundaries.” He said wisely with a soft chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll find someone, though, like I said earlier. Good people receive good things, in due time.”
Ethan nodded in agreement to what his husband said, but when he was about to open his mouth he bit his tongue chewing on some meat. “O-ow, shit.. Mh- yeah, what Percy said.” He said, swallowing his food and sipping water.
“Have you set your eyes on anyone?” Percy asked Marco, curiously.
Awkward Asks!
What’s your dirty fantasy?
Have you ever wet the bed passed age nine?
Have you ever begged for something? If so, what was it?
What was your biggest freakout over?
What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?
Have you ever raged at a video game? If so, why?
Worst thing you’ve spent your money on?
Worst lie you’ve told?
Childhood crush?
Be honest, have you ever wanted/do you have a body pillow? If so, of who?
What’s one thing you’re ashamed of, but, love at the same time?
What’s one ridiculous situation you’ve found yourself in?
Worst gift you’ve delivered?
Cringy moment you can remember?
What does your underwear look like?
What’s the last thing you’ve cried over and why?
Ever hit a friend?
Worst lover experience?
Worst friend experience?
Did your parents ever catch you doing something bad? If so, what was it?
“Yes, camomile tea. I love it a lot. I do like putting honey in my own, it tastes sweeter. But I do like bitter teas too.” He said, taking another sip of the tea quietly. He looked up at Percy and smiled. “Well…. Not that I know of. I usually just stay home and read. A bar would actually be really nice now that I think of it.” He nodded in agreement, then shrugged.
“And you? What do you like doing?”
"Ah, I do knit a lot. I have to stitch up a lot of things." Like, my husband. He thought. "It's a very flexible craft, and I enjoy it." He then glanced at his pocket watch, frowning a bit. "Oh, I should get going- I apologize for the sudden need to leave but I should get home to my husband. I do hope you and I talk again some other time, Jaime."
🔪 It was the first time Ethan had left his knife in the house before exiting the house. It was dark out when he walked to the Trapper's houee, having heard he makes wonderful traps. He wanted to buy a bear trap (or two) to help defend his home. What he wasn't expecting was the moment he knocked, he stepped on a bear trap. Ouch. "U-uhh.. can.. can someone help?" He asked, sound pained and alarmed. (@ask-the-wicked-couple)
Marco had heard the snap from outside, someone must have tried to attack him. He went to his drawer, and pulled out his pistol. He opened the door, and aimed at the man. The person seemed to be wielding a knife, likely a Serial Killer.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” He cocked the gun at him.
Percy chuckled softly. Marco Martinez? He felt as if he's heard his voice before, but he shrugs it off. He heard the comment of the interior design and grew physically nervous. "Ah, I apologize.. my taste is a bit dated, is it not?" He then went to sit on the couch next to his husband who quickly tried to sit himself up. "Do sit, Marco, help yourself. I've made extra because I heard you visit."
Ethan cuddled up to his husband a bit before sitting himself up and pressing his hands together, closing his eyes and quietly whispering something for a moment before he opened his eyes and began to eat.
Percy didn't touch his food yet, as he was curious on this Trapper, as he was for all the people in the modern scene. "So, what brings you to Salem?" He asked before he began to eat.
“Yes, camomile tea. I love it a lot. I do like putting honey in my own, it tastes sweeter. But I do like bitter teas too.” He said, taking another sip of the tea quietly. He looked up at Percy and smiled. “Well…. Not that I know of. I usually just stay home and read. A bar would actually be really nice now that I think of it.” He nodded in agreement, then shrugged.
“And you? What do you like doing?”
He heard the other and tilted his head. “Oh, me? I don’t do much. I enjoy collecting plushies and knitting, and for the most part I enjoy studying history.” Percy thought for a moment. “I enjoy meeting new people but I feel like I’m living in the past.” I’ll be it, literally Percy thought to himself, chuckling softly. “I much rather be calm and stay around the people I care and love for, so that’s why I just spend most of my time with my husband.”
Percy found himself holding his plush closer as he finished his tea, placing the cup down gingerly as he noticed that Jaime hadn’t pointed out his stitched up eye. At least he’s respectful.
Marco had walked over to the Serial Killer’s house, he wanted to at least be nice and come over for dinner for the extra gold he gave him. He did, however, bring his pistol in case anything... sudden happened. He hid it in his leather jacket, hopefully he wouldn’t need to use it. @woodchucktrampero
Ethan was recovering at the moment, laying on a couch Percy had dragged to the dinner table for him, his green eye lit up when he heard the knock on the door. “Oh, he must be here!” He chimed as Percy finished setting the table. He had made beef stew with cow feet and a fine mix of vegetables in the mixture. Sighing softly, Percy went over to the door, looking actually extremely stressed. He opened the door, tilting his head when he saw Marco. “Oh, you must be the guest, right?” He asked.
Ethan was listening and called out “Love, that’s probably Marco, the Trapper!”
Percy sighed softly, a very small smile forming on his face as he let Marco in. “I hope you have good intentions, sir, my husband seems to respect you- I’m Percival Zhainn but do call me Percy, and I’ve prepared some beef stew.”
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Mess with my muse!
Send one to-
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💦 - Sprinkle water on my muse
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🍞 - Throw bread at my muse
💋 - Repeatedly kiss my muse
🤛 - Play punch my muse
💪 - Lift my muse up
🤠 - Put a silly hat on my muse
👅 - Lick my muse
🤧 - Sneeze on my muse
👈 - Poke my muse repeatedly
👀 - Uncomfortably stare at my muse
🌱 - Throw grass at my muse
🍂 - Push my muse in a pile of leaves
Don’t worry dear I love you far too much I will ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ you gently Piece by piece Savoring your 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥
“That’s nice, I hope you enjoy it here.” He said kindly, then took a sip of his own tea. He looked up at him and shrugged, then answered, “Well, I think so, if you’d like anything else just tell me.”
He smiled sweetly and looked at the stairs, hoping to god Kit or Luca wouldn’t interrupt.
“Well no worries. I’m just glad my roommates haven’t come down and made this very awkward. They fight often.” He said and took a long drink of the tea.
He chuckled and drank some tea, letting out a long, satisfied hum. "Ah, this is so good. It's tea, right? I absolutely adore this." Percy complimented. "Aside from the murder rates and crime rates, the place does seem rather relaxed." He half joked. "But aside from that, in all honesty, what else is there to do here in Salem? There are some interesting people but it doesn't seem like there's like.." He paused, sipping tea. He thought about Ethan.
"Say, open mics or whatever they're called at bars. In fact, I don't think there's a bar in Salem."
