Sobbing on your birthday
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Sobbing on your birthday
Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.
“I bought a cannon.” -Dodomedic
Jack genuinely looked intrigued.
"Are we firing it into the base?"
|| ⋆。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁
(Add "+🔁" or "+ reverse" for the reverse)
“Don’t panic, but I may have accidentally joined a cult.”
“Good news: I found a sword. Bad news: It’s haunted.”
“How many chickens are too many chickens?”
“The raccoon is not our pet. Put it down.”
“I need you to distract the cops for… reasons.”
“The good couch is on fire.”
“Do you think we could fight God? Hypothetically.”
“I replaced all your mugs with skulls.”
“There’s no law that says we can’t rob the mayor.”
“The plan is flawless. Step one: chaos. Step two: profit.”
“That’s not my blood, and that’s all I’m willing to say.”
“I bought a cannon.”
“Quick—pick a crime!”
“You can’t prove I’m the one who summoned it.”
“This is fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. (It’s not fine.)”
“Why is there a medieval knight in our kitchen?”
“I think the fridge is possessed.”
“You said you wanted excitement!”
“They can’t arrest both of us.”
Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
submitted by anonymous.
My Muse has been kidnapped by your Muse’s enemies.
Submit a drabble of your Muse watching a video that had been sent to them of mine being tortured or reading a letter that has a body part sent along with it, and their reaction to the demand of ransom at the end.
You all are idiots...
"Yeah? You think you... could manage... bunch of idiots better?"
"Manage em? What's the point in managing em? Nah mate, kill em all off and start over."
You all are idiots...
Perspective's Sentence Starters; IT'S NOT REAL (Part II)
APHRODITE
Were you as lonely as me?
Did it make you feel more free?
Do they want me for my body?
*Name*, help me up
I feel jealous of someone
Lock me in your chains, I dare you
I'm scared of how you prayed
Just let me out my cage
Only one of us can stay
It didn’t seem that bad at all
A simple price to pay
I'd be the one to blame
CUPID
You look happier without me than you did when I was around
Did you change your medication like we always talked about?
Did I take all of it with me now that you can't hear me cry?
Did I love too much or not enough?
Was it worth the price of losing "us"?
I wish I didn't have a heart that could break
See you're with another blonde
Should I let all mine grow out?
Did I make your meals, did I get it right?
Was it worth it, being the love of my life?
Why'd you do this?
Why are you so ruthless?
ALWAYS THE ARTIST
Always the artist, but never the muse
How I'd love to spend a lifetime of being pursued
Cursed to write poetry without any road for me
I don't know which feeling is worse
To be an artist without a pen or a muse without an artist
I guess, either way, it just works
I'd pin up your paintings all over town
My love could be a thing you could never put down
The devil's just out of reach
I swear to God he's out for me
A fear that I'll never outrun
I feel deeper than an ocean floor
The heart on my sleeve has worn off
I've never had enemies, but plenty of scars
Though they've all healed, they still pull at my heart
It was nothing you said or what you hadn't done
All the things I would give to be loved by someone
RELIGION
I like the skin on his cheek
I like the venom he leaves whenever he's mean to me
I like the spark on his tongue
Think I might die from his love
My baby's a loaded gun
This is something deeper
I found my religion
Good God, he's a vision
Heaven's not enough 'cause he's above where angels visit
Takes me to Nirvana, he's my holy karma
I'm my baby's anthem
All my light is just a symptom
Don’t save me ‘cause I’m possessed
Think I've got a fever
Hold my head above water when the waves are crashing down
He won't let me touch the ground
Lay me down on the altar
Forever's what I'll vow
I'm so devout
SPIDER STRING
You'll see me when you blink
I'll weave the spider string
It's been hours, but I still feel it in the middle of my spine
A kaleidoscope of color, think that I'm burning alive
I'd rather rot and ravage with the bugs and E Coli
Lie in the hollows of the earth, somewhere that they'll never die
Let me decay
I'm in your mind
I symbolized the fear that eats your brain
Ask why I haven't been tamed
You'd never ask a widow why she's weaving that way
I've been too numb to feel the pain
At least they use my remains
IT'S NOT REAL
Please make it stop
Make it go away
Being forced to pick and choose our roles is a scam and curse we cast
Do we still follow those who made us pick and choose those roles?
It's not real
We're only human
We make mistakes
What if they put our lives at stake?
Our ancestors, the misbehaved, were chained and locked away in caves
I'm left wondering, "Who's to blame?"
This ain't fun for me anymore
I'm not joking anymore
I killed me the other night
Kissed her cheek and said, "Goodbye"
All I've wanted never mattered
It's all, "Don't quit," there's no way out
My nerves are split and full of doubt
We're all pointless, it's all pointless
Everything always has an end
Why can't just once logic bend?
Am I just gonna be a useful tool?
Sit still, calm down, have some tea, talk it out
No, I won't sit idly by while no-one else cares for the end of all-time
Where will we go when we die?
Will I be me in a hundred years?
Cackling... nothing but obscene and insane cackling echoed down the halls. Jack gripped the edge of the desk, panting a bit.
"Well ain't that interesting... You know, I haven't used my tools in a while."
He grabbed his knife and his rifle, checking it out. Jack then threw a knife at the wall with a snarl.
"I DIDN'T ASK YOUR BLEEDING OPINION."
Jack shouted, shaking his head.
"No, killing them isn't fun anymore! The bloody respawn takes all the fun outta it..."
He paced back and forth, and then up the ceiling, and back down to the floor. Slowly, a smirk split his lips.
"But there's something respawn can't fix..."
I see what you do... I see what you hope he doesn't see...
I don't need this anymore... I don't need... niceties.
“They’re not nice they’re rocking.” Mako corrected as he continued to carry aussie’s crumbled body to his chest. The man’s weary head resting near the giants moobs, thus why Roadhog misheard him.
Jack scoffed with a hiss, shoving himself off.
"Get your filthy bloody mitts off of me."
He snarled, flashing those new fangs of his.
Mako dropped him easily, snorting as the Sniper all but hissed at him like a feral cat. “No need to be jealous.” He scoffed, taking note of the fangs but he wouldn’t think much of it. He had tusks after all but that didn’t make him a werepig… despite all his trying.
"Jealous of what? Your lack of ability to fit into any rings? Or maybe the lack of being able to finger anyone without ripping them a new one."
He spoke pointedly, tone sharp and agitated. Jack then flicked his head to the side.
"Oh come on mate. What the hell do you expect me to say?"
Jack scoffed, giving a finger to the air.
"Blow off mate."
Mako looked down at his left hang and the gold rings that adorned it, saying nothing but silently wondering if the sniper had gone blind or something because, come on. Look at him! Who wouldn’t be jealous?
The insults bounced off his ego and the confusing ring comment spared Jack a ringed punch as he waved off the aggression as the idiot not being in his right mind.
The middle finger though… an oversized thumbs and forefinger caught the offending digit, and twisted.
Jack snarled, swiping at him. It was like a split second difference. Those eyes glowed a hazy red, staring at him with absolute malice. How DARE this man lay even a hand on him! A chuckle then left him.
"What? Didn't like me flippin off some wanker flapping their gums?"
He snorted, tilting his head at him.
"Trust me, what he said was a LOT worse."
I don't need this anymore... I don't need... niceties.
“They’re not nice they’re rocking.” Mako corrected as he continued to carry aussie’s crumbled body to his chest. The man’s weary head resting near the giants moobs, thus why Roadhog misheard him.
Jack scoffed with a hiss, shoving himself off.
"Get your filthy bloody mitts off of me."
He snarled, flashing those new fangs of his.
Mako dropped him easily, snorting as the Sniper all but hissed at him like a feral cat. “No need to be jealous.” He scoffed, taking note of the fangs but he wouldn’t think much of it. He had tusks after all but that didn’t make him a werepig… despite all his trying.
"Jealous of what? Your lack of ability to fit into any rings? Or maybe the lack of being able to finger anyone without ripping them a new one."
He spoke pointedly, tone sharp and agitated. Jack then flicked his head to the side.
"Oh come on mate. What the hell do you expect me to say?"
Jack scoffed, giving a finger to the air.
"Blow off mate."
"Jack..calm down, Partner..you ain't yerself."
Those reddened eyes lazily flicked over to him. Slow, disinterested, hateful. Jack bared those fangs of his, then chuckled.
"I am what I've always wanted to be. I get to make choices for myself. Not anyone else, ME."
Jack then tilted his head at him.
"I don't need them at all."
Jeb kept his hands raised to show he didn't mean any harm to him. After all they were on the same team. Taking a deep breath as he looked at him through his sunglasses.
"Look...I get you're probably feelin' things that make you feel good..but we need to help you. Fix yah." He stepped closer towards him. His eyes pinned on him like daggers incase he tried anything.
In truth jack and jeb barely interacted. But Jeb wanted what was best for Jack. He didn't want him to be experimented on or killed permanently. This was something bad. He wasn't human anymore and that wasn't good..
"Fix me?... I fixed myself. This is the perfect form... I can take my enemies down with the flick of a finger. Like you, for example."
He snarled, tilting his head down. Those read eyes flared, already beginning to speed walk towards him.
Jebidiah quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at him." I do NOT wanna hurt you boy, but by God's green earth I will if I have to.." he spat as ge pulled the hammer back on his signature revolver. Is left eye was useless. He could see in inferred but since Jack isn't technically alive Jeb was partly blind.
"Think. We can help yah. Get you the help ya need!" He had the feeling in the back of his head that he's talking to a brick wall at this point. His brows furrowed as he took a few steps back to maintain distance." You don't gotta do this."
"Mate, I don't gotta do a lot of things. But I do them anyways. And right now, you look like a bloody gorgeous meal."
The sniper licked his lips, dashing at the Engineer full speed. Jack wasn't intending to leave anyone alive if they bothered him, not by a long shot...
Each shot from his revolver. Each shot managing to land a hit on almost the same spot on his chest. But was it enough to stop a dead man? No. Not one bit. Stepping back even farther he found himself against a wall. Feeling around for something to grab he grabs a shovel. Swingingbit as hard as he could into Jack's head.
"I ain't no meal, Boy." He hissed as he kicks him back with his boot. Knocking him to the ground." Pull yerself together!"
That only seemed to piss him off way too much. Grabbing Jeb by the throat, he stared into his eyes, tilting his head slightly. Some kind of mental hold was being taken on Jeb, a slow smirk rising to Jack's face.
"You will go around this base and kill everyone. They'll finally leave me alone..."
He almost purred.
Jebidiah was struggling for a minute before he finally gave into thoes ruby red eyes. His body went limp in compliance to Jack's order before he grabbed his revolver and reloaded it. His movement was precise. Thoes who waited patiently outside the door were gunned down as soon as Jeb opened the door. Blood spilling across the wall and floor.
The only thing on his mind was kill. Kill every last one on the base. And he did. As soon as he was done he returned to jack. His face covered in blood as he looked at his master for validation.
"It's done.."
Jack was very pleased, waving a hand and letting Jeb out of the hypnotism, just so he could see what he did. The vampire hummed, going around to the bodies and sucking any leftover blood from any of them. This was a MUCH easier way to feed himself.
"Thanks for the help, deadeye."
He cackled, licking his lips.
"Jack..calm down, Partner..you ain't yerself."
Those reddened eyes lazily flicked over to him. Slow, disinterested, hateful. Jack bared those fangs of his, then chuckled.
"I am what I've always wanted to be. I get to make choices for myself. Not anyone else, ME."
Jack then tilted his head at him.
"I don't need them at all."
Jeb kept his hands raised to show he didn't mean any harm to him. After all they were on the same team. Taking a deep breath as he looked at him through his sunglasses.
"Look...I get you're probably feelin' things that make you feel good..but we need to help you. Fix yah." He stepped closer towards him. His eyes pinned on him like daggers incase he tried anything.
In truth jack and jeb barely interacted. But Jeb wanted what was best for Jack. He didn't want him to be experimented on or killed permanently. This was something bad. He wasn't human anymore and that wasn't good..
"Fix me?... I fixed myself. This is the perfect form... I can take my enemies down with the flick of a finger. Like you, for example."
He snarled, tilting his head down. Those read eyes flared, already beginning to speed walk towards him.
Jebidiah quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at him." I do NOT wanna hurt you boy, but by God's green earth I will if I have to.." he spat as ge pulled the hammer back on his signature revolver. Is left eye was useless. He could see in inferred but since Jack isn't technically alive Jeb was partly blind.
"Think. We can help yah. Get you the help ya need!" He had the feeling in the back of his head that he's talking to a brick wall at this point. His brows furrowed as he took a few steps back to maintain distance." You don't gotta do this."
"Mate, I don't gotta do a lot of things. But I do them anyways. And right now, you look like a bloody gorgeous meal."
The sniper licked his lips, dashing at the Engineer full speed. Jack wasn't intending to leave anyone alive if they bothered him, not by a long shot...
Each shot from his revolver. Each shot managing to land a hit on almost the same spot on his chest. But was it enough to stop a dead man? No. Not one bit. Stepping back even farther he found himself against a wall. Feeling around for something to grab he grabs a shovel. Swingingbit as hard as he could into Jack's head.
"I ain't no meal, Boy." He hissed as he kicks him back with his boot. Knocking him to the ground." Pull yerself together!"
That only seemed to piss him off way too much. Grabbing Jeb by the throat, he stared into his eyes, tilting his head slightly. Some kind of mental hold was being taken on Jeb, a slow smirk rising to Jack's face.
"You will go around this base and kill everyone. They'll finally leave me alone..."
He almost purred.
"Jack..calm down, Partner..you ain't yerself."
Those reddened eyes lazily flicked over to him. Slow, disinterested, hateful. Jack bared those fangs of his, then chuckled.
"I am what I've always wanted to be. I get to make choices for myself. Not anyone else, ME."
Jack then tilted his head at him.
"I don't need them at all."
Jeb kept his hands raised to show he didn't mean any harm to him. After all they were on the same team. Taking a deep breath as he looked at him through his sunglasses.
"Look...I get you're probably feelin' things that make you feel good..but we need to help you. Fix yah." He stepped closer towards him. His eyes pinned on him like daggers incase he tried anything.
In truth jack and jeb barely interacted. But Jeb wanted what was best for Jack. He didn't want him to be experimented on or killed permanently. This was something bad. He wasn't human anymore and that wasn't good..
"Fix me?... I fixed myself. This is the perfect form... I can take my enemies down with the flick of a finger. Like you, for example."
He snarled, tilting his head down. Those read eyes flared, already beginning to speed walk towards him.
Jebidiah quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at him." I do NOT wanna hurt you boy, but by God's green earth I will if I have to.." he spat as ge pulled the hammer back on his signature revolver. Is left eye was useless. He could see in inferred but since Jack isn't technically alive Jeb was partly blind.
"Think. We can help yah. Get you the help ya need!" He had the feeling in the back of his head that he's talking to a brick wall at this point. His brows furrowed as he took a few steps back to maintain distance." You don't gotta do this."
"Mate, I don't gotta do a lot of things. But I do them anyways. And right now, you look like a bloody gorgeous meal."
The sniper licked his lips, dashing at the Engineer full speed. Jack wasn't intending to leave anyone alive if they bothered him, not by a long shot...
"Jack..calm down, Partner..you ain't yerself."
Those reddened eyes lazily flicked over to him. Slow, disinterested, hateful. Jack bared those fangs of his, then chuckled.
"I am what I've always wanted to be. I get to make choices for myself. Not anyone else, ME."
Jack then tilted his head at him.
"I don't need them at all."
Jeb kept his hands raised to show he didn't mean any harm to him. After all they were on the same team. Taking a deep breath as he looked at him through his sunglasses.
"Look...I get you're probably feelin' things that make you feel good..but we need to help you. Fix yah." He stepped closer towards him. His eyes pinned on him like daggers incase he tried anything.
In truth jack and jeb barely interacted. But Jeb wanted what was best for Jack. He didn't want him to be experimented on or killed permanently. This was something bad. He wasn't human anymore and that wasn't good..
"Fix me?... I fixed myself. This is the perfect form... I can take my enemies down with the flick of a finger. Like you, for example."
He snarled, tilting his head down. Those read eyes flared, already beginning to speed walk towards him.