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he’s amused. and endeared.
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rose tints his world
how the mighty fall. . . mads couldn’t contain the coughing, couldn’t pass it off when he felt the blood on his hand. he was certain mephistopheles knew exactly what was happening, the petals peaking out from between his fingers. of course, now he couldn’t ignore it anymore, couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t happening. of course the other didn’t love him, but it didn’t stop the human for falling for a pretty face, that damn personality that drew him further in.
but what now? mads didn’t know what to say and he couldn’t even look at the one who brought the king to his knees. he felt so stupid.
@demiseloved liked the starter call!
❛ Y'know, we wouldn’t have to argue over stupid shit if you stopped saying stupid shit. It’s really that simple, babe. ❜
You know, he could be the better person here, and yet? He’s just going to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Waluigi wouldn’t treat me like this.”
‘✿’
rose tints his world
bloodied petals were coughed into his hand, heartache spreading throughout his chest and into his throat. mads thought he had been out of sight, that no one would come by during the coughing fit and yet. . . he’d been spotted. hand clenched around the petals and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. mads avoided any eye contact for a few moments, knowing this would likely be his downfall or the gossip of the hour since every citizen seemed eager to exploit him. why wouldn’t she go straight to them assuming she didn’t attack him in his weakened state?
he could already see the tabloids trying to make a profit off his suffering, showing off to the city that he had the damn disease. he could imagine how many people would try to get vigilante justice now that he was vulnerable and they knew it. well, if nothing else he was certain he could keep the source of the disease hidden, a secret to take to his grave whether his end would come in minutes or later.
iced gaze was on her, daring her to make a move and fully anticipating her to run off.
Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease
Hanahaki Disease - a fictional disease where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love.
Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!
My muse will then react to it being spread.
kiss sentence starters.
“ are you gonna kiss me or not? ” “ how many have you kissed? ” “ i really want to kiss you right now. ” “ i think we should kiss right now. ” “ i don’t kiss and tell. ” “ do you wanna kiss me? ” “ am i a good kisser? ” “ do i think i kiss okay? ” “ i’ve always wanted to kiss you. ” “ so i can kiss you anytime i want. ” “ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ” “ please, tell me you’ve done this before. ” “ it we just a kiss, not like it meant anything? ” “ did you kiss me with your tongue? ” “ you are a really good kisser. ” “ i want to be my first and last kiss. ” “ just walk up to him/her and kiss him/her, it’s not hard. ” “ are you trying to lean in and kiss me right now. ” “ do not even try and kiss me right now. ” “ not even a kiss could shut me up. ” “ no kiss goodbye? ” “ you always kiss me goodbye, why? ” “ i dream about kissing your lips. ” “ i’ve kissed before, just not like this. ” “ i don’t know how to kiss, could you teach me? ” “ i don’t wanna miss this kiss. ” “ let’s just kiss and get it over with already. ” “ first kisses are always so awkward, unless the other person is experienced. ”
v. i never asked for it to be this way ; i never asked to be made (dbh)
the mk100 wouldn’t be found in any cyberlife database, not listed as an mk100 anyway. however a quick scan of his parts could tell you exactly which worker models they came from to create the 6′8 frankensteined android in some criminal’s basement-- terrible modifications extending deep into his coding.
he woke without the led, but with one purpose and one purpose only. to serve his master. he had to obey. he would commit crimes and take the fall if need be, appearing so deviant that it would only be a push to discontinue androids as a whole and eliminate every deviant.
every robbery, every murder, every act of violence was by his master’s command. but there was only so many terrible things he could do, there were some lines he couldn’t cross.
his master tried to make him go beyond that line. mads shattered the walls of coding and made the man suffer, he made sure it was agony for as long as he could handle drawing it out. he made sure the man’s last moments held no relief.
but he had done well to cover his tracks at crime scenes. no one knew what he looked like, no one would know he was the one who did those things. maybe he was larger than the majority of humans but without that led and with human clothing on they didn’t question a damn thing. finding jericho was. . . a great relief. and though he wishes to lash out at every human for what he was made for and used for, he will do as jericho’s leader says, he will do what he must for justice to be served not only for him but for the other androids that have been experimented on and abused by humans too.
magicmonstersandmischief:
“As long as you’re willing to be three feet tall and possibly dead.” she gives a smirk. What the fuck.
“Just skip the middleman and end me if you want, I don’t really care.” A shrug, casual despite how unsettling his words were.
{part of me really wants to make a d.b.h verse}
:) how's the weather up there? :)
“you’re grounded you tiny fucking gremlin.”
magicmonstersandmischief:
“You’re right. I’d be happy to fix through though. Would you prefer having your knees sewed to your ankles or having your head and spine placed into much smaller mechanical body?”
There was a laugh followed by a grin, “God, please make me a robot and give me an outfit like Bishop’s.”
“….fridge, dad. the word you’re looking for is fridge.”
“. . . look.” he’s crying his best.
magicmonstersandmischief:
“…I’m going to kick your ass.”
“You can’t even reach it.”
rkonehundred:
“that’s not a knife, you insensitive arse, it’s my dick.”
“cute.” oh, he’s just being an asshole now.
boomstck:
‘ are you just, goin’ around decapitating people? choppin’ ‘em up? ‘cause that’s frightening. ’ and sort of hot, but he won’t say that aloud.
“depends on if they deserve it.” axe in hand pointed slightly at the stranger. “been involved with dr. goodman at the city mental institute?” of course, the question doesn’t look good for him but his reputation is ruined enough already, there was no saving it.