☾ ✧・ﾟ: * ᵇᵃᵈ ᵐᵃᵍᶦᶜ ☽

i'm a cat i'm curious so kill me #BADMAGIC

[badmagic-blog1]

                                   MUSE HAS MOVED!

               the main cause for my deterred activity is the fact that i have 5+ blogs at all times. i know it’s not  the best for motivation, but i like options. as a result of this, it usually takes me around 5-10 minutes to even log into the right blog. by the time i do, i either can’t remember what i was supposed to do or am too frustrated to write. as a result, i’ve finally forced myself to compromise.

               this muse has been moved to a multimuse blog with the rest of mine. i understand that most people have a strong distaste for these kinds of blogs, so i wont take it personally if you don’t follow this muse over to their new home. for those of you that do, however, thank you for understanding! i appreciate all of you.

[badmagic-blog1]

weatheredsoldier:

             a sigh — the fourth one this evening, a RECORD — and jack’s head cants towards the uninterrupted hum of passing cars and foot-traffic. ❛ you are never helpful. ❜ he is far too old to be RUNNING. ❛ i wonder if it’s not too late to drop you off somewhere, maybe sell you to get a little extra cash. a cat that never shuts up should AT LEAST be worth…. five bucks, right ?? ❜

               ❝ if you wanted LASSIE, you should’ve opted for a dog. cats aren’t exactly known for being man’s ‘best friend’. ❞ toes flair as he stretches. his limbs ( all four ) hang comfortably from the soldier’s shoulders. ❝ hollow threats hurt, you know. ❞

he traffic light dances up, and up, until traffic is halted... HOPEFULLY red.  the colour never has been a strong asset to a cat’s eye. ❝ then i suppose there’s no use in telling you that you may now cross... unless you would like that five bucks. ❞

[badmagic-blog1]

@weatheredsoldier​ is a punk

               draped over the man’s neck like living fashion, a contemplative purr reverberates against scarred skin. another vehicle speeds by. ❝ whether or not it’s safe to cross is depends on how fast you plan on sprinting. ❞

[wraithreborn]

                                we are our own damn coffins.

                                               ( @weatheredsoldier​ & @wraithreborn ).

[badmagic-blog1]

"i'll give you ten bucks to follow this guy i know around for a week."

               consideration reverberates in his throat — almost purr-like. ❝ make it twenty. it’s easier to lure selfish people into alleyways with a larger bills. ❞

[badmagic-blog1]

shcc-it:

❝Do you always have to wax philosophical when I’m hunting?— You’re making the rabbits sad.❞

               ❝ maybe it’s my petty bitterness towards their lucky feet. besides, their emotional state wont make them taste any worse. god knows what you put in your mouth. ❞

[bluehatred-blog]

[badmagic-blog1]

madehiswar:

           ❛ no, but she did mention about crossing a black cat’s path. guess my luck finally went to shit. ❜ done in by a talking slipper — a hissing exhale leaves his nose, and frank reaches up to dig the flat of his thumb into corner of his eye socket. oh, hello migraine. 

❛ why. ❜ he can’t look up, doesn’t open his eyes because he knows that while expressions are limited on a cat’s face, that bastard is going to look so fucking smug.  ❛ why. why my JACKET of all things. you can’t even wear it. it serves you no purpose other than pissing me off. ❜

               ❝ ------ because it serves me no purpose other than pissing you off. ❞ he parrots. as aloof a feline as taavi tries to remain, castle seems to have his agenda down to a science. a shame, really. ruining the lives of others is always more enjoyable when it’s... unexpected.

yet again, a new amusement can be found in the man’s ANTICIPATION of his antics. ❝ besides, i’ll have use of it eventually. perhapse i want you to recognize me when i attend one of your many funerals --- on two legs.❞

[badmagic-blog1]

whichisevil:

Only his profile is visible as he gives a glance over his shoulder at the lazy feline, but there is something OLD in his gaze as he dips his fingers in slacks pockets—  ❝Do unto others,❞ It seems a bit childish, but Connor finds it TRUE enough. It’s not in his nature to be unkind. Yes, perhaps his anger is to be feared. & while it’s true his blood was born of war and strife? He is still but man throughout his exploits. Immortality weighs heavy enough without the ichor of omnipotence and callousness.  He hums in response, light acknowledgement before moving over to the desk chair serving as a makeshift hanger for his long black wool coat. It’s a well worn thing, deep as night and with bottomless pockets—Makes him look fancy, despite the dark jeans and simple gray Henley. TOO many meals have been consumed alone for him to pass up the chance at further intelligent conversation ( The cat will disappear as easily as he. )    ❝Tastes like chicken, I like it a fair more than tha’ blood puddin’ — Scots are fearsome folk, but they know shite about good food.❞ His boots come on after the coat, heavy and black. A particular step on the toes yields a secret blade. 

❝C’mon then. Good breeze might get that out of yer fur.❞

               ❝ a dangerous motive in a world so selfish. ❞ not that he felt his words would make even the slightest of impacts.

no matter the decade, the trials, the discrimination or the wars; CONNOR has always been the one with helping hands. it’s refreshing. a bit guilt-riddling at times but nothing a few ear apart can’t smother from one’s mind.

❝ its just my luck then that a SCOT is treating me to dinner. ❞ he’s not smiling. it’s a physical impossibility until the sun completely dips under the horizon’s edge. that’s not to say, however, that his whiskers don’t twitch in amusement.

uncoiling, he stretches. looking more like a being than a ink stain on the man’s sheets. ❝ if it doesn’t, i may have to request of favour. ❞

soft paws land silently after leaping from the bed. without looking back, he makes a casual beeline for the door ( trusting connor would be at his tail ). it’s been too long since taavi’s sauntered out into the open. it’s pleasant to have the confidence company brings in the form of numbers.

[technicallity]

for someone who’s really cold and distant i think about love a lot

[malekdiction-blog]

[badmagic-blog1]

☠

MEME | ACCEPTING     what does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

               i. have a drastically uneven "in character” to “our of character” ratio. if i follow you, it’s because your muse and --- more importantly --- your writing is what i’m here for. if you’re solely responsible for me having to scroll through three minutes of memes, you’re getting chopped. this doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, i’m just a tired one.

               ii. answering anonymous hate... EXCESSIVELY. please keep in mind that i’m very aware that what i’m about to say doesn’t apply to everyone, this is just what i’ve personally experienced. okay? okay. if you continuously answer hate from an anonymous source ( for days or even weeks ) you’re gaining something from it. that can be emotional and moral support, yes, but it could also be undeserved sympathy  and attention for a minor issue. or even one that doesn’t exist. listen, i don’t know who’s sending you hate. all i know is muns i’ve previously made the acquaintance of have admitted to sending themselves hate. they do this in an attempt to boost popularity, followers, and/or blog activity. because of this, i don’t take chances and i don’t tolerate it. besides, no one has ever told an anon who’s sending hate to stop and that anon replies with “you’re right, my bad.”

[badmagic-blog1]

❥

MEME | ACCEPTING     has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

               oh, DEFINATELY. on several occasions, the combination of a mun’s behavior mixed with their misrepresentation of a canon muse has turned me off. this hasn’t only ruined the FC but also the character they portray. there’s a reason i’ve strayed so far from any comic book affiliated fandoms --- and i know some people think veiwing a FC or character as “ruined” is immature. i get that, but  when that person and their negative quirks become synonymous with these faces, it’s damn near impossible to think of anything other than them their poor choices.

[badmagic-blog1]

the salty af munday meme

Because, like it or not, we're not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

♚ How many people don't like you?

⚜ How many people do you not like?

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

☼ How long do you stay mad?

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn't have been?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

[xcyst]

being a pessimist is great, I’m always either right or pleasantly surprised

[badmagic-blog1]

whichisevil:

The corners of his mouth uplift & there’s a faint trace of amusement in gun metal gaze as it settles on a passing couple clad in clanking colorful beads. ❝Gumbo perhaps—We’ll get ‘ye a shrimp cocktail. ❞ he’s not immune to touristic fancy. Namely? The small restaurants that litter NOLA. CONNOR would not be hard pressed to admit he’s fond of the feline. But there are certainly parts of him that are wary— Most relationships while MEANINGFUL are demolished by the mere concept of mortal coil. THEREIN the relief in this? Is the lack of pretense. In shared company they are simply two immortals—A bit beaten by experience perhaps but not cowed. ❝How do ‘ye feel about gator. Ye never said?❞

               ❝ do you always treat immortals this well, or have you gone soft on me? ❞

while he can’t DIE he can certainly STARVE. the prospect of food, something that wont be retrieved from a metal container of some sort, sparks a growl of anticipation from his gut.

❝ could never --- it’d break prudence’s heart. ❞ over one hundred and fifty years past her death and he still can’t bring himself to cross buried lines.

there have been many days of suffering stomach pains rather than lower himself to catching some cold-blooded vermin. a fear of her watching from the “other side”.

❝ it any good? --- my guess is you’ve eaten a lifetime of oddities in your day. ❞

[myatonements]

josiewosiie

                    ‘ you’re a monster. ‘                                                                                               " yes. “