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[crnaged]

 do   you   like   awful   rage   filled   father   hating   aliens?   do   you   like   death,   destruction,   and   carnage ?   well   have   i   got   the   blog   for   you !  indie   selective   CARNAGE   from   VENOM   movie   based   and   looking   further   into   the   comics.   give   the   post   a   ♥   or   a   ↺ !   penned   by   COYOTE.

[leneemusing]

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

[yearningheart]

[li4r]

you guys are all for mental health Until i begin to kill

[crnaged]

❛   SYNTHETICWEALTH​.   /   𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉   𝖇𝖞   𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 . . .

       and  if  one  day  the  world  was  engulfed  in  scarlet  hue,  resounding  in  an  unholy  gospel  of  carnage, would  it  have  been  her  fault ?   no.   no,  no,  no.   it  could  not.   she  never  would.   this  was  not  her !   darling  phoenix,  in  all  her  blazing  glory,  never  were  such  flames  meant  to  devour  —  not  again.   ( a  name  and  face.  michael.  memories  steeped  in  a  sludge  of  terror  and  grief,  buried  as  quickly  as  they  surfaced )   she  promised :  nurture  and  revitalize,  burn  only  to  cauterize,  not  hurt.  

but  where  do  you  draw  the  line ?   for  how  long  will  you  be  able  to  draw  one ?   the  beast  will  take  your  fire  and  with  it  drown  the  world  in  a  raging  inferno.  what,  then,  remains  of  you ?  is  it  better  to  fade  away  like  the  ashes  left  in  the  wake  of  chaos  or  fight  it  all  to  the  last  at  the  cost  of  own  sanity ?  

      it  all  seems  such  luxury  now,  the  self :  the  privacy  of  simply  being.   to  share  it  —  willingly  or  otherwise  —  had  always  seemed  such  a  fantastical  thing,  reserved  for  storytelling  and  hypotheticals.   amusing  what  ifs,  flung  around  with  little  consideration  of  its  realization.   it  was  fun  at  the  time,  innocent  debate  without  danger.   now ?   not  so  fun.   not  with  this  one.   ( but  what  were  the  chances  of  benevolent  aliens,  anyway ?   hell,  even  common  make — believe  would  have  them  as  naught  but  violent  enemies. )

       denial  grows  ever  more  tempting,  a  holy  beacon  of  comfort  amidst  the  depths  of  tartarus.  and  when  a  voice  —  audible,  different,  REAL  —  echoes  from  within,  a  part  of  her  already  knew.   who  and  what,  how  and  where.   a  miniscule  part,  one  she  knows  not  whom  it  truly  belongs  to.   knowledge  shared ?   curiosity  unwelcome,  yet  so  ingrained.   as  hands — on  as  this  engineer  prefers  to  be,  observation  surely  seemed  preferable.   perhaps  if  she  had  stayed  at  the  facility  longer  —  if  she  had  bothered  to  look  into  the  eddie  brook  disaster.   ( how  do  you  even  ask  such  a  thing ?  hello  sir,  can  I  ask  you  some  things  about  the  alien  inside  you ? ) 

little  bird  knows  of  only  one  person  who  could  possibly  have  answers  —  one  person  who  knows  what  this  is  like.  and  yet  she  thinks  it  would  be  unfair  to  pull  him  back  into  it  —  if  he  indeed  got  out.  let  this  be  her  own  problem  to  manage.  

       so  disconnected  from  haunting  voice  inside  own  head,  still  does  pulse  spike  and  instincts  flare.  little  doe  indeed,  every  inch  screams  for  her  to  run  —  but  where  to ?   they  say  you  cannot  run  from  yourself,  and  oh  how  she  loathes  the  phrase.   and  if  running  is  not  an  option,  let  it  be  met  with  insolence  instead,  ever  defensive.

      ❛ that’s  viktoria  to  you,  satan, ❜    and  it  feels  like  lead  ‘pon  her  tongue,  a  name  given  by  those  who  would  forsake  their  own  fledgling.   good.   let  it  be  heavy,  let  the  pinch  to  a  bleeding  heart  keep  complacancy  at  bay.   the  devil  has  no  right  to  any  other  name.   even  when  violent  churning  ‘neath  skin  and  bone  begins  to  settle  and  scalding  heat  retreats,  it  is  only  cause  for  more  concern.   ( do  not  get  comfortable  /  do  not  normalize  this )   but  at  least  she  can  breathe  again.   still,  opting  for  the  kitchen’s  tiled  floor  to  be  her  best  friend  for  now,  golden  prodigy  allows  an  exhausted  body  to  collapse,  rolling  onto  her  back  and  fighting  the  urge  to  quite  possibly  devour  half  her  fridge.

       ❛ and  you  better  fucking  watch  it  or  I’ll  evict  your  edgy  ass  from  this  planet  before  you  get  a  single  bite  out  of  it. ❜    bravado,  bravado,  but  never  resignation.   a  flare  of  pride  in  a  voice  still  weak,  dancing  precariously  ‘pon  the  edge  of  HUBRIS.   an  animal  cornered  barking  at  apex  predator.   terrified  though  she  remains,  there  lies  conviction  ‘neath  fiery  marrow.    this  ‘ weak,  malleable  girlie ‘ will  bury  her  claws  into  hellish  demon  and  become  the  orchestrator  of  both  their  demise  if  deemed  necessary.   ( she  tells  herself,  because  she  must.  but  what  melody  will  nightingale  sing  once  the  edge  draws  closer ? )  

𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒     𝐎𝐅     𝐀     𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘     𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍,     (     𝚒𝚗     𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢     𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎     𝚘𝚏     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖,     𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢     !     )     the     struggle     of     malleable     host     body     giving     way.     𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄     !     𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄     !     if     only     for     a     moment,     and     he     !     the     fallen     son,     most     hated,     and     let     him     be.     the     calls     of     those     who     would     rather     be     slave     to     the     monotony     of     life.     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐖𝐀𝐘     𝐈𝐒     𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒     !     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘     𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘     !     what     could     be     trusted     in     but     that ?     𝖆𝖓𝖉     𝖍𝖊     !          o’     intruder     to     this     world,     this     form,     sinking     deep,     deep,     deep     down     below.     unto     her     form,     a     sort     of     thing     you     could     ne’er     wash     out,     ichor     of     an     anchor     left     within     her.     a     safety     net     of     sorts.     enough     people     to     gather     with     what     was     left     over     of     him,     and          .     .     .     an     entire     body     to     be     remain.     mourn     the     loss     now     of     yourself     alone,     young     phoenix,     𝖋𝖔𝖗     𝖍𝖊     𝖜𝖆𝖘     𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊     𝖓𝖔𝖜.     intrinsically     bound     for     all     of     her     life,     his     gospel     of     blood   ‘pon     his     tongue     and     stench     of     that     copper     in     the     air,     all     heated     and     wrath     filled     when     he     screams     it     to     the     heavens     from     the     depths     of     her     :     𝐈     𝐀𝐌     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐓     𝐓𝐎     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍     𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋     𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑     𝐆𝐄𝐓.     empty     before     me,     and     empty     after.     (     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚖𝚢     𝚐𝚘𝚍     𝚑𝚘𝚠     𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍     𝚒𝚝     𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕     𝚝𝚘     𝚋𝚎     𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝     𝚝𝚘     𝚑𝚒𝚖.     𝚊     𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚑     𝚘𝚏     𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎     𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝     𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍,     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗     𝚑𝚎     𝚏𝚎𝚍     𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍     𝚋𝚎     𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝     𝚜𝚘.     )

𝐈     𝐀𝐌     𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄,     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝐀𝐑𝐄     𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.     was     not     any     solemn     promise     or     oath     to     be     purred     and     held     fast     to.     no     sweeping     bound     of     melancholy     could     settle     what     he     knew     to     be     true     :     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘     𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐈’𝐌     𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄     𝐈𝐒     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊     𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐊     !     feed     and     feed     and     feed,     but     what     was     the     fun     in     simply     surviving     when     there     was     more     to     revel     in?     (     𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓     𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞     𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉     𝖇𝖊     𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊,     𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗.     )     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘     𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄     𝐍𝐎     𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒,     though   none     to     be     shared     through     quiet     nights     and     hushed     whispers,     softened     kisses     and     promises.     no,     no,     no!     rather     ripped     away     and     held     in     rapture     to     be     used     and     twisted     for     his     own     gain.     held     in     those     hands     that     did     violence     with     such     ease     and     joy,     while     his     own     intentions     and     thoughts    remain     untapped.     [     𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘     𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊     𝖎𝖘     𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊     𝖆𝖓𝖉     𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘     𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘     𝖎𝖘     𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔     𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊     !     ]     o’     gleeful     assurance     that     there     was     no     more     viktoria     in     this     equation,     and     if     so,     not     without     HIM.     to     lay     claim     to     another     who     could          not     shake     you,     no     symbiotic     relationship     to     be     had     --   more     of     a     strained     tug     o’     war     with     something     far     beyond     her     comprehension.     sickness     seeps     to     rage     :     𝐇𝐎𝐖     𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃     𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄     𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓     𝐌𝐄 !

little     bird     who     beats     the     bars     of     her     cage,     how     could     you     hope     to     escape?     simplicity     in     the     way     she     struggles     against     him,     and     entertainment.     [     𝐒𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄     𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄     𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐈𝐍     𝐘𝐎𝐔.     ]     that     hidden     though     but     a     hand     shown     in     the     lilt     of     chemicals     shared     :     𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞,     𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙,     𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊.     twist     of     hunger     rattling     those     systems     again,     a     demand     of     the     ageless     creature     likened     to     that     of     a     spoiled     child     :     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 !     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 !     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 !     starving     for     some     violence,     flesh     and     bone     and     brain,     lest     she     be     all     too     willing     to     be     the     next     meal.     a     question     of     will     and     terror     as     the     wolf     is     at     your     door     :     𝐇𝐎𝐖     𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘     𝐃𝐎     𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇     𝐓𝐎     𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄?     revels     in     how     she     lies     there     ‘pon     cool     tile,     the     world     begins     to     stop     it’s     thrashing     spin     ---     much     to     his     chagrin.     [     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍     𝚒𝚜     𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,     𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐,     𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐     𝚘𝚗     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚘𝚗     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚘𝚗     𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑     𝚗𝚘     𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎     𝚏𝚘𝚛     𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎     𝚘𝚛     𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢.     𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛     𝚠𝚊𝚜     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍     𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖     𝚘𝚏     𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍     ]

slinks     forth     fueled     with     all     that     newfound     vengeance,     that     impulse     and     need     to     rip     and    tear     with     a     grin     to     boot     that     matches     just     so.     clever     as     the     devil     and     twice     as     pretty,     voice     deep     calls     to     her     now     in     a     physical     form.     something     she     could     not     turn     away     from,     forced     to     look     upon     something     she     could     not     ignore.     𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍.     𝖔’     𝖍𝖔𝖜     𝖋𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌     𝖆     𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊 ,     how   fun     she     would     be.

❛     𝐈     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑     𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ,     i     know     all     about     you .     even     those     dirty     little     secrets     you’d     rather     forget .     trying     to     hide     your     nature ,     as     if     you     aren’t     𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 ,     like     me .     eddie     could     have     told     you     all     about     𝐌𝐄 .     that     is ,     if     you     had     the     𝖌𝖚𝖙𝖘     to     ask     him .     but     i     can     fix     that ,     𝐖𝐄     can     fix     that .     ❜

a     genuine     laugh,     the     worst     kind     to     hear     erupt     from     a     creature     of     his     ilk.     giving     way     to     his     perking     curiosity     as     he     rumbles     lowly,     jaw     chattering     gently     as     he     does     so.     like     the    maw     of     a     creature     bent,     ready     to     strike.

❛     i’d     like     to     see     you     𝐓𝐑𝐘.     ❜

a     challenge,     call     to     action.     one     that     would     surely     go     unanswered.     she     was     not     on     intimate     terms     with     bravery,     no     impulse     great     enough     to     get     her     to     move.     so     he     would     drag     her     dreaded     form,     all     drenched     in     red     to     the     precipice     of     change.          show     her     there     was     no     eye     of     this     storm.     lurch     of     movement,     𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓     𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘     𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 !     ‘o     his     mass     like     damned     flesh,     drags     her     skull     to     face     him     and     held     firmly     to     the     tiles     beneath     them.     no     wound     he     could     not     fix,     but     would     demand     her     attention     now     as     he     hisses.

❛     i’ll     teach     you     to     hold     that     tongue ,     wouldn’t     want     to     have     to     eat     you     up     to     grow     you     another     𝖓𝖔𝖜     𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉     𝖜𝖊 ?     ---     now     listen     up     𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊 ,     you     didn’t     find     me .     I     found     𝐘𝐎𝐔.     ❜

[synthwealth]

           what  once  was  an  orderly  mind  palace  of  compartments  becomes  a  ruin  of  broken  and  collapsed  shelves,  folders  torn  from  their  cabinets  and  scattered  across  the  ground  in  the  wake  of  something  else.   fix  it,  fix  it,  FIX  IT  —  broken  record,  desperate  and  scared  —  the  little  bird  feels  everything  and  nothing  at  once.   ( something  within  her  registers  hands  gripping  the  edges  of  a  marble  counter  to  keep  from  collapsing )   focus.   memories  of  studies  and  experiments,  shuffling  through  them  like  flashcards.   creatures  contained  /  people  suffering  /  the  face  of  a  journalist  —  shades  of  black,  then  red.   red.   red.   RECOGNITION.  

tell  yourself  everything  will  be  fine  and  a  voice  so  very  different  from  your  own  answers,  echoing  somewhere  inside  your  skull  —  your  everything.  crawling  ‘neath  a  skin  that  feels  too  tight  and  muscles  that  cannot  relax.   ( painted  nails  leave  angry  lines  on  shaking  arms,  clawing,  scratching )   there  is  a  hunger  you  know  is  not  your  own.   YOU ARE SCARED.   god,  are  you  scared.

        thoughts  once  considered  intrusive  become  impulses  struggling  to  break  free,  like  holding  onto  the  mane  of  a horse untamed  demanding  its  freedom.   except  horses  did  not  bear  infernal  hues  of  scarlet  and  a  gaping  maw  with  razor-sharp  teeth.   she  does  not  need  to  see  it  —  does  not  need  to  hear  it  —  because  she  knows.   from  the  very  moment  it  disappeared  ‘neath  cloth  and  skin  alike,  little  bird  has  known.

          EXPOSED.    that  is  the  word  —  the  thought  —  she  settles  on.   exposed  and  vulnerable,  well  beyond  red  flags  and  contingencies.  an  acknowledgement,  for  what  sense  is  there  in  deceiving  the  demon  in  your  veins ?   denial  disrespects  them  both.  but  greeting  the  devil  does  not  offer  agreement.   it  is  not  welcome,  neither  amidst  her  thoughts  nor  any  other  inch  of  golden  child’s  body.   drowning  in  fear  and  panic,  yet  never  without  DEFIANCE.   stubborn,  ‘ let  the  ropes  cut  my  hands ‘,  defiance.   she  has  been  through  worse.  

          ❛ You — ❜  aiming  for  anger,  perhaps  some  confidence,  but  all  that  escapes  poor  prodigy’s  throat  is  a  choked  sound  steeped  in  anxiety.   a  deep  breath  fills  her  lungs,  slow  and  steady,  struggling  to  ignore  the  sensation  of  a  suffocating  weight.   shaking  knees  finally  surrender  and  she  decides  the  cold  ground  is  a  much  appreciated  friend  in  a  time  where  every  inch  of  her  body  feels  too  hot.    ❛ Don’t  think  we’re  compatible,  pal. ❜    lie.  desperate,  fearful  lie,  more  for  viktoria’s  sake  than  anyone  else’s.   ( convince  yourself  this  is  just  a  bad  dream  /  pretend  you  do  not  know  the  signs  of  compatibility  /  DO  NOT  THINK  ABOUT  THE  EDDIE  BROOK  DISASTER. )

@crnaged​ |  STARTER CALL  /  ACCEPTING .

[crnaged]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃     𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒     𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓     𝐎𝐅     𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍,     the     kind     only     a     creature     of     his     ilk     could     embody.     the     shock     to     the     systems     couldn’t     be     anything     easy     to     withstand,     but     it     was     of     no     consequence     of     his     own.     grey     matter     poured     over     graciously     in     a     millisecond     if     only     out     of     curiosity     alone,     a     bond     forged     through     a     visage     of     spite     and     scorn.     and     the     more     she     loathed     him     the     further     he     sank     upon     her,     like     ink     seeps     through     the     gentle     curves     of     prints     upon     another.     a     loving     cascade     of     devotion     in     song     :     𝙸’𝚟𝚎     𝚐𝚘𝚝     𝚢𝚘𝚞     𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛     𝚖𝚢     𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.       ---     warped     in     fashion     for     his     own     means.     yes,     certain,     she     had     him     under     her     skin,     and     he     liked     being     there     if     not     for     the     struggle     and     disdain     alone     he     could     sense     coursing     through     her.     cortisol,     pure     terror     in     the     face     of     something     so     completely     𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖓.     ---    

𝖆𝖓𝖉     𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙     𝖎𝖘     𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙     𝖍𝖊     𝖜𝖆𝖘,     𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖑𝖞.     an     obscure     and     terrifying     creature     only     hoping     for     the     derelict     and     decrepit     corners     of     an     earth     to     be     filled     to     the     brim     with     nothing     but     chaos.     𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊     𝖆𝖓𝖉     𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖌𝖊     𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊     𝖍𝖎𝖘     𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉,     if     those     inklings     of     angry     red     were     anything     to     go     by,     and     he     would     paint     upon     this     earth     his     gospel.     starting,     and     ending,     with     her.     not     compatible,     but     weak,     malleable.     for     what     room     was     there     for     compatibility?     you     were     either     with     him,     or     𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙     him.

𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌     𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃,      like     a     tanker     recovering     from     some     hefty     storms,     riding     them     out.     slowly     ...     slowly     ...     heat     and     nausea,     the     hunger     that     twists     in     guts     as     he     slowly     begins     to     feed     ‘pon     the     well     stocked     pantry     that     was     her     organs.     fuel     in     the     tank.     𝚘’     𝚋𝚞𝚝     𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜     𝚊𝚕𝚕     𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚢     𝚗𝚘𝚠,     𝚊𝚕𝚕     𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗.     𝖇𝖚𝖙     𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉     𝖎𝖓     𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗.      like     a     doe     peering     into     the     maw     of     the     wolf.     all     bravado     ...     𝖍𝖊     𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉     𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊     𝖙𝖔     𝖋𝖎𝖝     𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙.     his     voice     comes     from     within,     commanding     and     near     startling     he’s     certain.    

❛     you     had     better     hope     we     are ,     𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊 .     if     you     wish     to     survive,     that     is .     ❜

[fconvicted]

your honor, i love them

[crnaged]

thinking    eternally   about    the    church   in    venom    2,   both    because    of   what    that    may   mean    for    the   next    movie    &   specifically    eddie    &   venom    .    .    .    but   also    because    of   the    symbolism    and   religious    undertones    shown   in    cassidy    throughout    the   movie,    and    especially    that   final    battle.    they   were    a    lot   more    quiet    about   the    vibes    of   it    than    I    was    expecting   but    that    allows   for    me    to   take    it    and   run    so    I’m   more    than    ok   with    it.    from   what    I    can   tell    I    don’t   think    that    sort   of    vibe    is   given    in    most   of    the    carnage   comics,    save    for   the    more    complex   ones    ---    but   I    adore    it   to    bits.

[crnaged]

finally   was    able    to   find    the    clip   of    carnage    saying   “    let    there   be    CARNAGE    “    on    yt   and    feel    like   a    wild    animal   watching    it    over   and    over    again   girl    help.

[crnaged]

« good answer. wrong, but good. »

❛     prompt     ,     accepting.     ❜

𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐈𝐑𝐊     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐈𝐑𝐄     𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃     ,     but     she     was     quite     skilled     at     garnering     such.     shifting     along     nerves,     mass     of     thoughts     and     hunger     through     vital     organs,     all     prime     for     pickings.     [     𝑵𝑶     !     𝑵𝑶     !     𝑵𝑶     !     ]     at     least     .     .     .     perhaps     not     𝐘𝐄𝐓.     his     own     answers     to     their     problems     nothing     more     than     ravenous     impulse     and     wrath     based.     true     they     would     stave     off     the     problem     but     give     rise     to     thousands     more     if     impulse     was     fed     into.     a     rumble,     disgruntled     and     not     favoring     the     act     of     "     playing     along     "     retaliates     with     its     own     flavorful     distain     and     sarcasm.     (     ﹠     🇵​🇪​🇷​🇭​🇦​🇵​🇸​     🇱​🇮​🇻​🇮​🇳​🇬​     🇮​🇳​     🇭​🇪​🇷​     🇧​🇷​🇦​🇮​🇳​     🇭​🇦​🇩​     🇦​🇳​     🇪​🇫​🇫​🇪​🇨​🇹​     🇴​🇳​     🇭​🇮​🇲​     )

❛     𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌     ?     ---     i     don't     think     so,     lovely.     cracking     that     skull     open     would     shut     him     up     for     good.     the     snapping     of     the     spinal     column     is     just     for     good     measure     .     .     .     and     indulgence,     entertainment.     𝐈     𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄     𝐀     𝐌𝐄     𝐃𝐀𝐘     𝐓𝐎𝐎     𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘     𝐍𝐎𝐖     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍.     ❜

[crnaged]

« bravery and i are not on intimate terms. »

❛     prompt     ,     accepting.     ❜

𝐒𝐎     𝐈𝐓     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃     ;     as     if     he     could     not     figure     for     his     own     the     fate     of     ill     tempered     before     him.     but     he     had     to     respect     it     𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓     𝐓𝐎     𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓,     the     way     she     feigns     pride     and     echoes     the     snarls     of     predators     bigger     than     herself,     it     was     endearing     in     some     small     sense.     prey     that     learns     to     imitate     that     which     has     stolen     away     something     that     could     not     be     returned     was     alive     for     a     reason.     though,     certainly     by     the     virtues     of     the     thing     that     lurches     upon     her     system     now     and     begs     for     release.

❛     𝖘𝖔     ,     ---     where     is     all     that     𝑾𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯     from     before     ?     where     is     your     will     to     wreak     𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑪     ,     viktoria     ?     .     .     .     or     did     mommy     and     daddy     take     that     from     you     too     ?     ❜

[faemothra]

venom 2 was sooo fun

[crnaged]

i  will  always  be  losing  my  mind  over  the  fact  that  symbiotes  can  hold  th  .  .  they  can  hold  their  hosts  hamd .  .  .

[crnaged]

here's the obligatory [ holds his hand ]. <3

𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐀     𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑     𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑     𝐈𝐓𝐒     𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄?     some     shadow     of     a     conscience     or     curiosity     witnessed     for     a     half     a     moment?     no,     certainly     it     was     but     a     trick     of     the     mind.     both     combined     there     was     no     room     for     a     moment     without     RED,     RED,     RED     !     peers     in     silence     there     for     only     a     moment     before     limbs     move     like     an     ill     mannered     beast.     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     𝐓𝐎     𝐀     𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐈𝐒     𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐀     𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓     𝐀𝐒     𝐀𝐍𝐘     !     ---     and     that     is     what     they     were,     a     monster,     adoringly     so.     snapped     from     grip     and     tossed     with     ease,     with     a     ferocity     that     would     lay     claim     to     the     either     was     jealousy     in     some     foreign     light.     𝑨𝑵𝑫     𝑯𝑬’𝑺     𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬     !     𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬     !     𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬     &     𝑰     𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳     𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹     𝑳𝑬𝑻     𝑯𝑰𝑴     𝑮𝑶     !

❛     HANDS.     OFF     !     ❜

[rpdepartment]

American McGee’s Alice sentence starters

36 starters || TW: violence, death, suicidal thoughts

« you’ve picked up a bit of an attitude. »

« i’m not afraid of them… never was, really. »

« i’m not wise… i’ve just grown old. »

« you have nerve and your health. mine is nearly gone. i’ve seen too much suffering… and i smoke too much. »

« when is a croquet mallet like a billy club? whenever you want it to be. stop that wailing, won’t you? »

« i couldn’t risk telling you, without… something in return. »

« well, nevermind, we’re all going to perish soon enough. »

«a simple thank you would’ve been nice. »

« you’ve taken your sweet time. »

« strange how quiet it is here, now. i don’t like it. »

« everyone i love dies violently… unnaturally. »

« why go on? i’ll just hurt others! »

« we’re doomed! »

« rules? there are no rules! there are barely any strategy! »

« should i be grateful for the truth? a lie or two might have been more persuavsive. »

« they’ll blame us, most like. »

« you’re just in time for tea. »

« good answer. wrong, but good. »

« oh, i beg you pardon! you are in real danger! »

« how should we prepare for battle? »

« let us right the wrongs of this world, together! »

« what good are you to me? »

« i’m not afraid to die. at times i welcomed death. »

« i’m not stupid. don’t make me think you are. »

« you kept me waiting. »

« is that the best you can do? hurl second rate insults? they don’t hurt. »

« we want revenge… that we call justice. »

« do your best. you can only do your best: you can always do best. »

« deliver us from this evil, or let us perish. »

« bravery and i are not in intimate terms. »

« you’ve suffered great pain and you’ve caused some. »

« there is worse to come.  »

« who am i? »

« self-pity dreamers are not wanted here. they cannot survive here. »

« if you destroy me, you destry yourself! »

« leave now. stay, and i will break you down! »

[baddcop]

GET     OUT     MY     WAY.     I     AIN’T     NEVER     BEEN     SAFE.

[kaijudyke]

Oh… I was worm food… but not in the way you think. I was hollowed out inside… empty… Just like my Other. We were both sick… because we were incomplete… but not anymore.