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Although they could not hear through water, vibrations were felt. Completely bound and blindfolded, chained hands press to the glass of the tank unable to do much in this state. Eyes could be felt on them, boring into them as part of this freakshow’s newest attraction. Morphing could have raised some brows, but the liquid they’re kept saturated in made that nigh impossible anyway. They weren’t just a some merman as they’ve so insultingly advertised as.
Being immortal left them capable of many things including brainwashing. And although using their voice in the water was not possible and their telepathy could not be heard if they make no contact with the person of choice, they didn’t panic. There were plenty of opportunities to use someone. Minutes into today’s show pass and the vibrations increase as to where Kaleolani could tell people were screaming and running. Many had come to see the beauty of the aquatic creature, but their turn never did come.
They wouldn’t be able to hear much else or feel them over the vibrations of the tank being lowered. Once secluded into darkness, they use the surface of the tank top scrape off the blindfold. They were used to the vibrations of applause and dance, but this was different. This was not joyous. This was fear. Panic. And not knowing what it could be from spread the panic unto them. They were down under the floorboards. Most do not know of them being here even. But the shatter of wood collapsing a few meters away gave them a pretty good idea of what could be going on. Smoke. Fire.
Guess who got a new compuuuterrrr...
Just swimming along.
s-talking:
❝ .. ── 𝐍𝐆𝐇! ❞ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌, forcing the once dull eyes to open wide. these clawed fingers, as elegant & peculiar as they appear to be, they are also like steel knives, just cutting envy’s shallow breath in half. ohh, if it weren’t for the fact that they are actively holding his wrist, the young serial killer would have most certainly wriggled their pretty neck but, he doesn’t. he can’t. the vicious pain has his whole muscular body almost completely paralysed, letting more & more blood onto the sea of stone.
it hurts. it hurts. it hurts so badly that the boots begin to grind away against their unruly bedding, & the firmly held hand quivers, it’s black-nailed fingers most viciously crooking like the legs of a dying spider ─── so terribly desperate & starving ─── just to take hold of them. should they possibly loosen their grip, even for a second, something terrible is bound to happen. something far darker than the putrid void found in those dead eyes, ❝ y-… you…… ❞
Given a bit of finagling, clawed digits manage to retrieve the blood soaked bullet. Those cries of pain were ignored, lengthy tongue protruding to lick the crimson iron from the object and their fingers.
The flesh around the wound would appear dark and bruised. Perhaps a bone had been hit. It didn't matter. It should all heal fine, right? The torn cloth is wrapped around the wound horribly, blood immediately coming to soak the material.
“. . .stay.” They warn him, standing and making to leave him there for the watery depths once more to find something to prop the leg. Whether he would actually stay is yet to be known, but with an injury like that it isn’t as if he could go very far on his own to begin with.
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Legs can be...difficult.
what horror trope are you? : the haunted house
the haunted house decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?
s-talking:
𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, the young serial killer coughs & gasps, at long last expelling the water out of his system. a temporary relief which fades as soon as the injuries themselves become more prominent, once again forcing envy to fall back & with half-lidded eyes, look at the other ──── the would-be saviour ──── bit by bit mapping out all the little details in mind. they appear to be quite young, physically around his own age & utmost gracious, adorned with pale skin & hair as black as the night, but more importantly, a set of most mesmerising eyes that place even the moon itself to shame.
envy can’t help but to stare… subconsciously prolonging their moment of silence. just ‘ who ‘ is this person? better yet, ‘ why ’ did they save him? aren’t the police helicopters prowling about clear enough? what about the howling sirens & their flashing lights whisking through the crown of trees? blinking ever so slowly, the young serial killer tilts his head in question ‘pon the wet gravel, not really sure what to think of this just yet. for all he knows, they could have already recognized the slipknot-like bruising ‘pon his neck & wrists, such being the horrific aftermath of the new eden sanatorium; a supposed ‘ trademark ‘ of the little killer, or so the newspaper clippings like to tell.
alas, parting own pale lips, envy looks as if he is about to say something ──── only to press them together again. it’s always been easier to listen rather than speak, & so, he reaches up instead, the black-nailed fingers gently caressing the other’s jawline with newfound interest. ❝ …… ❞
A curiosity lingers in their seemingly innocent gaze, the echoes of sirens and lights going unnoticed or ignored. The little grotto would do well in keeping wandering eyes away. Not many if any at all even knew this place existed, being that it was only accessible through diving. They were safe. Well...one of them.
Eyes shift away at his touch, tracing to where blood seeps through damp fabric flesh. Holding his wrist, the rather naked one sat nearby and words were left unspoken. Clawed fingers reach and tear at the material to free the wound and later use. Upon closer inspection, something appeared to be lodged within his body forcibly. The question remains do they leave it? Does it cause him pain when touched?
There’s an attempt made in retrieving the foreign object with their claws, making the hole bigger no doubt...
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'Under Monet's Pond' by Eiko Jones
(( Dunno if I ever mentioned this, but I brought the kalechip over to FFXIV and modded them. Look at how CUTE. ))
(( Some butt munch hacked into my account. I watched it happen and forgot and feel asleep. 😂 ))
The mimic octopus was unknown until it was spotted first by fishermen off the coast of Indonesia in the 1990s. It looked like an octopus, but it could morph its shape in an instant to appear as seemingly any animal around it. (x)
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
❛ 01 . a kiss to say hello . ❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time . ❛ 03 . a kiss after a long time apart . ❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize . ❛ 05 . a kiss to forgive . ❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight . ❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud . ❛ 08 . a kiss in secret / a forbidden kiss . ❛ 09 . a kiss to prove a point . ❛ 10 . a kiss against a wall . ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . ❛ 12 . a kiss that seals a marriage . ❛ 13 . a kiss before one goes away . ❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower . ❛ 15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere . ❛ 16 . a kiss first thing in the morning . ❛ 17 . a kiss last thing at night . ❛ 18 . a kiss during combat . ❛ 19 . a kiss during a fake relationship . ❛ 20 . a kiss out of desperation . ❛ 21 . a kiss on the cheek . ❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead . ❛ 23 . a kiss on the back of the hand . ❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck . ❛ 25 . a kiss on the fingertips . ❛ 26 . a kiss on the stomach . ❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar . ❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound . ❛ 30 . a kiss to say goodbye .
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@bymorpheus || ( kaleolani )
𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, he firmly tells himself, i need to wake up… before i….. ──── sinking slowly into darkness, the black nailed fingers twitch just as pale lips part, releasing a small cloud of bubbles that spiral up towards the circle of shimmering light above ──── a moon-kissed surface of the lake ──── only for it to grow gradually dimmer & dimmer with each second past, much like his very own consciousness. ❝ … … ❞
exhaling another soundless breath, the little killer attempts to force open his eyes but once again, to no avail. the bullets lodged in his thigh & arm must have done their job better than the fact he can’t even swim. oh…. the irony. looks like the state of mississippi is finally getting its sweet revenge, such being the last & only thought just before everything turns completely dark.
The sounds were quite loud. Loud enough to either attract the attention of curious ears and eyes or scare away the more cowardly. Sensing the shift in the waters the scent of blood gave reason to worry knowing if they did not act, that it could attract unwanted visitors. And these had been their waters. The water tints crimson, the searching lights above cloaked by its density. And beyond that red haze had been a man. Dinner... It was their first thought.
Moments tick by knowing they didn’t have long. And so the scaled one pulled the dying one to a nearby shore littered with branches and debris. Their fins having been replaced by the common land walker legs and feet, the siren drags the body out from the water to properly tend to the body. A plop into the rocks, they remove clothing from the man quickly dragging their fingers up along his bare stomach towards his chest and over his throat. A blue luminescent glow follows at their finger tips, as if guiding the inhaled lake water out from his lungs. It’s done once, twice, several times. He yet lives, but not for long if they couldn’t guide the water out.
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@welivetoserve Keiko had spent a fair amount of time on the streets after coming back to being kicked out of their apartment. They were lucky enough to get some cash by reading fortunes on the streets in the city, but they grew sick of lurking by their former shop and could really use a shower and a set of clothes that weren't covered in dirt, sweat, and tears. So what better way that to use their money to visit good ole sugar daddy, Ryouta?
He's always taken good care of Keiko in the past. And although they'd been M.I.A for a while, Kei can only hope he's around to help him out. "This...was the place, right?" Their memory was usually pretty damn good and they've put this address in their phone enough times to know it by heart.
"Wish I could'a done something with my hair before coming over. I look sick," they grumbles, noticing their reflection in the glass door. But there's no backing down now that they're here. They ring the buzzer awaiting an answer. Praying for an answer. "Please don't let this be a waste of ¥3000..."