"The thrill for me is watching you squirm."

Canon-Divergent Copperhead (DC) - low activity

[cxpperhead]

I zonk out for a while then forget how to write. Whoops. Working on that though, and am starting to feel better with Spring on the way so hopefully mood sticks past tomorrow!

[cxpperhead]

Smash or pass// but only if you want to answer!

 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇  𝐎𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐌𝐘  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.  𝐍𝐎  𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

"There's a reason why heroes and villains don't get along..." Copperhead grumbles under his breath. Well, several reasons if he had to be more specific about it, but it was easier to say that his biggest issue with the speedster was that Wally had waaay too much energy for his liking. He was too talkative, cracked far too many jokes, was much too sunny for somebody as dour like Copperhead, even if he was a snake. Easier than admitting the plain and simple truth. That Wally was too good, too pure for somebody with as much blood on his hands like he did. It would be a joke of cosmic proportions that Wally could actually like somebody like him if he knew just how many people he'd killed, not to mention all the other awful things he'd ever done in his life. How old was Wally, even? Not old enough. "... Pass, unless he's strictly a bedwarmer. I need to save on my energy bill." Copperhead quipped dryly.

[cxpperhead]

After that post, I wanted to detail a little more about what it's like being a descendant of one of Nehebkau's cultists. Even with being a dead god for thousands of years, that influence is STRONG - your thoughts will often be darker than the average person's, quicker at jumping to violence or other nefarious deeds to get what you want. It starts off innocently enough; slapping an annoying playmate at kindergarten or pocketing something at the store without paying for it, but every little deed builds up over the years until one day you might just end it with blood on your hands. Copperhead had a very hard time managing his impulses, made worse by the 'childhood' he endured at his parent's hands but has somewhat managed to curb his most vicious impulses, meditating on a daily basis and getting his claws bloody at least once a month. Even then, those urges can hit hard when he least expects it, causing him to be reserved with all but those he trusts most.

[cxpperhead]

Adding this because I can't remember if I posted it before or not, but back in the days of Ancient Egypt, Nehebkau was more than just a deity of murder and death, he was also associated with fertility, leading to his cultists having plenty of descendants across the world thousands of years later. Despite knowing nothing about this, he too is 'blessed' with this trait, having unwittingly fathered a number of children across the USA.

[cxpperhead]

My inbox is very happy right now! Bless you @onboardsaltedcaramel and everyone who's sent in stuff, looks like there are fun responses planned for tomorrow! <3

[loisnclark]

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

[cxpperhead]

Valentine's Day was still too cold for Copperhead for enjoy even without a partner to share it with. This year he was contemplating a quiet night in with a good book, a warm fire, a platter of fruit and pricey seafood as a personal treat.

[cxpperhead]

[Sinday Asks] What preparations is your muse making before they get to 'it’? // have it too ;p

A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME ! (unprompted but always welcome!)

In general? Copperhead's getting his claws dirty first, fulfilling a contract so that no unpleasant urges pop up to ruin a good time. With that out of the way, his mind is clear, free to focus purely on his partner without thoughts of the hunt muddying the waters. He'll make sure to freshen up too, enjoying an extra long shower so that no traces of his latest kill remain on his gleaming scales. It's been years since he last lost control, but it's not an experience he ever wants to repeat so it's a kind of a ritual almost, cleansing himself thoroughly after committing a cruel deed. It's ironic perhaps, washing the blood off your hands before laying them tenderly on another but it's definitely a lot safer for his lover, especially if they're interested in less traditional forms of roleplay. Copperhead is perfectly happy to take the fun to the bedroom but hunting his partner down, picking up the trail of their scent and following it is exhilarating, and he's very, very good at finding them.

[cxpperhead]

Small naughty post because he's in that mood but if you really want to have fun with Copperhead, let him 'hunt' you. Run, hide, parkour all over the city; the faster and better at staying ahead you are, the greater the reward will be when he finally catches you.

[cxpperhead]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity ! ☆ <3 <3

Thank you so much for the kind message of positivity! Right back atcha with this one! ♡

[itshirohi]

Yeah get ready for some totally random ass posts. My brain is fixating on like... 5 different things at the same time right now sorry 🙃

But yeah, anyway, Copperhead.

[cxpperhead]

Copperhead can move more swiftly than most but during moments when he needs that burst of extra speed, he can drop onto all fours quadruped-style and run down all but the fastest sprinters. Good luck trying to outpace him; his reptillian physique gives him more endurance before tiring like most mammals.

[cxpperhead]

Copperhead takes utmost care of his body to keep himself ready for the hunt at any moment but it's his claws that require the most upkeep. Not unlike a cat, he's able to sheathe them within the tips of his fingers when not in use but he takes the time to sharpen them every day, cleaning off any remnants of previous kills and to ensure their deadly edge is honed at any given moment.

[cxpperhead]

It was good to be back in Gotham. An assassin could hardly go from one street to the next without crossing paths with someone who wanted another person dead though Copperhead avoided the streets themselves, preferring to travel out of sight, jumping from rooftop to rooftop or making use of underground passageways.

Already he had three contracts on hand, all within a few miles of each other. Should he move quickly, Copperhead might even manage bagging them all tonight, earning himself a tidy sum while ridding the streets of a few more wastes of skin. A trafficker who had abducted the wrong girl. A small time drug dealer who'd gotten on the bad side of the main distributor here and the last, to steal a precious gemstone held by a private collector. The gemstone could wait. It was not going anywhere, locked away somewhere in the current owner's abode. He wouldn't even have to bloody his claws with that one since they were on a business trip, making it the perfect occasion to break in while she was away. The trafficker and dealer however... those two would be a fine start heralding Copperhead's return to Gotham. Nice and easy, two people whose removal might help in making the city a slightly better place. Copperhead was no hero, he knew that but that incessant urge of his to kill... he had been given this form for some reason surely, his natural abilities making him a peerless hunter and deadly killer, so why not use the cards he'd been dealt with to try and make the world a better place? He stiffens suddenly, forked tongue catching the scent of blood and drugs. The drug dealer, standing in his dark corner without the slightest awareness as to the predator lurking mere meters away. Copperhead was so close he could smell the blood in the man's heart pumping, calm for the time being unless he gave himself away. No, he did not need to know his demise was imminent. One loop of his tail and the drug dealer would disappear into the shadows, only to be found the next day having been asphyxiated, somehow. A kinder death than his drugs meted out. They were a bad batch from god knows where and it was implicating the main dealer, Copperhead hadn't asked who. Only did their bidding, if he saw fit to obey, and they paid very, very well for a job well done.

[cxpperhead]

"Hmmm.. I'd wondered if the summer would bring you out. Fresh shed or you just happy to see me?," she said jokingly though her pink eyes were still drawn to his features.

Ah. Copperhead had wondered when he'd bump into a familiar face upon returning to Gotham but he hadn't expected it would be so soon, least of all with somebody who had made quite the... impression, the first - and last - time they'd crossed paths. "Vienna, if I recall correctly." He remarked stoically as his way of greeting, serpentine pupils scrutinizing her softer, pale features in return. Also known as the White Rabbit, a moniker which suited her well. He did not miss how those pink eyes sparkled with mischief and remained quiet for he was here on business and really could not spare the time to play, nor did he wish to encourage her if she had more on her mind than teasing him. Well. Maybe he had a moment to spare, if Vienna had something worthwhile to say. "The weather has improved since last summer. Gotham's air feels much kinder on my scales though the pollution remains the same as it ever was." Truthfully it had gotten worse but he resisted the urge to flick his tongue - he may be out of shed but those pheromones of hers... they were no joke from what he could recall, and Copperhead was particularly susceptible due to his keen sense of smell. Not exactly how he wanted his first night back in Gotham to go, succumbing to his cruel instincts. "And you... look well. Has much happened in Gotham since I've been away?" A silly question naturally; something was ALWAYS brewing in Gotham but he wasn't the best at engaging small talk, and Vienna was not the easiest person to be around. @powderedpaws

[cxpperhead]

Nehebkau may demand the lives of others as tribute but he's picky about what kind he gets. Contrary to historical anecdotes, child sacrifices are actually an affront to him and those who 'offer' them as tribute may end up being devoured themselves as punishment for daring to waste a life. It is the people who have lived long lives with many deeds to their name whose souls are 'tastiest' as far as Nehebkau is concerned whereas the souls of children are tasteless crumbs in comparison, their purity and lack of deeds in life making them poor sacrifices compared to those with mature souls.

[cxpperhead]

Sunset descends over the city, bathing Gotham's streets in a rare golden glow. It's a sight Copperhead hasn't seen in nearly a year, having abdicated the place last winter due to the unbearable cold. Now he was back, looming over a balcony as his hungry eyes falls upon the many people going about their evening business, and all of them completely unaware as to the hunter watching them from above... But Copperhead sighs, forcibly sheathing his claws even as the desire to feel blood soaking them thrummed in his veins. Soon, he promised himself, once he found a suitable contract to begin his summer work, and Gotham had plenty of work for a killer if only one knew where to start looking.