A mastermind of Lies

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      ((Eyyyyyy -finger guns- How’s everyone doin? I’m not dead--mostly. Just life consumed by Ovrwatch, plus struggling with anxiety and classes. I’ll live on day when OW hasn’t sucked up all my muse (Though you can poke me for my urls for those rp blogs if you want to keep in touch ♥))

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Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

My muse will then react to it being spread.

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     ((Well I keep popping in and out of existence on all my blogs that’s a fun thing. HMU if you want to start a thread or something--I want to get back to rping Ricky since it’s been so long and love his interactions ♥))

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    “I’ve. . . I’ve missed you Poppet.”

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     ((Okay, finally logged onto this account on the new computer! If you are interested in a thread with me hmu friendo ♥ I’m probably not going to keep my old threads since they are so old I can’t remember when they took place, but I’m always available to start a new one!))

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Hospital aesthetic.

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vincitveritas:

The stranger uses Evil’s close proximity to pull him even closer, faces dangerously less than an inch apart, the man in white wraps an arm around the other’s shoulder.

“Those men have their own personal Hell awaiting them, but this isn’t about them,” He points to where the other’s heart should be, “This is all about you tonight, or rather morning!”

Where are they? On top of a snowy mountain, the sun shining brightly in the horizon, it’s around 7AM.

How did they get there? That’s for the stranger in white to control and Evil to wonder.

“Isn’t Mount Everest majestic, my friend?…. You can breathe up here, can you?”

  None of it phased him. Should he have been impressed by the little magic trick? Evi’s eyes remained half-lidded, unimpressed.   “Oh? So my personal hell is on top of Mount Everest with some white cloaked weirdo trying to be one with the snow?” He brushed a few flakes of the falling snow off his lab coat only to have them be replaced by many more.    “If you’re trying to suffocate me you’re going to have to try much harder,” He glanced around the surrounding, taking note how wonderful this place would be to get away from others, especially since they would have such a hard time climbing up here and breathing. Breathing, well that was for people who actually had lungs instead of mechanical parts that simulated those organs. 

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OOC Meme

A . age : 21 B . birthplace : Colorado, USA C . current time :  8:27PM D . drink you had last : Coca Cola E . easiest person to talk to : besides my sister/mother, probably my gf F . favorite song : Ummm. . . . I can’t just choose one. The one I mostly speak of to people is the song I use as the title for my main blog “Welcome to my Nightmare” G . grossest memory : having to clean up after my dog when she had an accident H . horror yes or horror no : dude, I love horror--that’s my fucking jam: horror movie, horror game I love it I . in love ? : yup~ got a lovely gf that I adore J . jealous of people : I try not to, but it sometimes happens K . killed someone : I mean umm. . . . once, and it wasn’t exactly someone L . love at first sight or should i walk by again ? : love at first sight doesn’t exist--though love is just a chemical reaction in the brain M . middle name : Grace N . number of siblings : two: older sister and older brother O . one wish : to not have such a fucked up life and be able to reach my goals without all the other shit mixed in there that makes things so much harder P . person you called last : my house, to let my mother know I was on my way back Q . question you’re always asked : “Do you wash your face at all?” Because people are inconsiderate assholes about the fact my face breaks out due to horrible hormones. That and “are you okay?” R . reason to smile : not to be cheesy but my friends and especially my gf, cute little animals, getting gifts, people that are kind to me S . song you sang last : heh Villain by Theory of a Deadman T . top 3 fictional characters : OH FUCK ummm. . . . . . Reaper/Gabriel Reyes, Hanzo Shimada and Dread Master Raptus U . underwear color: purple V . vacation : Up in the mountains by where I live--fucking beautiful, otherwise probably Paris or one of those places that has beautiful waters or gardens. W . when’s your birthday : December 22nd X . x-rays : wrist and arm, once due to volleyball that smashed down my thumb, another when my dog tripped me and slammed my hand into the furniture, and the most recent one when I slipped and fell on ice onto concrete  Y . your favorite food : grilled chicken parmigiana  Z . zodiac sign : capricorn 

Tagged by @vincitveritas (for some reason it won’t let me @ you D:)      Tagging you if you want to do. yes you, the one reading this.

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    Ugh.

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    ((I either need to write down/create a drabble or have an rp where Evil talks about how he came to hate the Council so much and why he’s mostly machine, in which both of those things are connected))

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vincitveritas:

“I’ve come to you to make you repent for your sins.” The man in white crosses one of his legs over the other, casual and unshaken by Evil’s sneer nor threats.

He leans a little closer, “In all honesty I don’t give a tenth of a fuck whether you fall on your knees or die trying.” - Then leans out, “But you know, it’s kind of part of my job. 

Find the Naughty Ricks, give them a good ‘ole spanking and have them repent, only to do so over and over again.”

His tall glass changes into a cup of coffee and he looks at his victim like a disappointed father.

“What will it be then?”

    Oh, well this was even more amusing that what he had expected. Him, repent his sins? That would be a hell of a long list that would be going on for ages.    Instead of expressing amusement he opted to only let it out as a snort of derision, “What a pitiful job--all Ricks are, as you phrased it, Naughty Ricks,” the phrase was emphasized with a roll of his eyes, “You’ll be wasting your time and mine trying to make me repent.” He stood up from his chair, placing down some money for the beers.    “I thrive off of my sins, if you want to really blame somebody or someones for all the sins I’ve committed,” Evil leaned in close to the other, “Go blame the Council of Ricks.”

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vincitveritas:

The white clad stranger finally takes a sip of the bubbly liquid he swirled in the tall glass, smiling like a cat who knows exactly where the cream is, patient and playful.

“My, aren’t you stingy…” He taps the glass about three times and the liquid inside of it changes it’s type with every tap, and after another examination and inner debate, he taps it again, changing it back to champagne.

“I know everything there is to know of you.” 

   His eyes studied the changing liquid within the glass--an interesting trick but nothing that would be so shocking to him. Nothing really shocked him anymore--not even the statement given by the stranger dressed in white.    “Oh?” Evil only lazily rose an eyebrow, picking the beer up again to gulp down a bit more of the liquid, “then you should know it’s not wise to approach me without a good reason or a death wish.” The dark eyes narrowed for a moment, a sneer gracing just the corner of his lips, “I don’t like small talk, so what is your point of bothering my only time out?”

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vincitveritas:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve last seen you drink.” Comes a gentle voice from the evil man’s right side, clear among the lively chatter of the bar, as if he’s being spoken to directly into his mind.

The stranger himself swirls a drink of sorts in a tall glass, lazily, dressed in civilian clothes that still don’t fit the surroundings, all white suit and gold accents.

“What made you decide to finally come out of your hideout?”

    A harsh snort escaped from Evil, nearly swiping up the new bottle of beer before downing a generous gulp of the alcohol. The bottle was placed onto the bar before his cold stare moved to the one speaking to him, “And what would it matter to you?” He wasn’t drunk enough to start slurring, so his words were bitterly hissed out.    Evil didn’t bother to fully face the other, only his stare keeping gaze on them, “You seem smart enough to know who I am, but not enough to know that approaching me isn’t the wisest idea.” He was even more testy than usual.

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    He sat silently at the bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a now nearly empty bottle of beer. It wasn’t the most clean or pleasant place to be in the whole galaxy, but this was far away from the Citadel, far away from the Galactic Federation--which was ideal for Evil.     Signaling to the barkeep for another beer he ran a hand through his hair, smoothing back a few strands atop his head. This was the first time in months he had actually left the security of his lair and decided to go drinking even if it would be stuck in his systems for a while and could possibly require a thorough cleaning afterwards of his blood and interior. Worth it to feel that familiar buzz that drowned out all those nasty annoying feelings.

[intergalactic-criminal-blog]

    ((Hey, ummm not quite dead but feeling pretty dead emotionally. I’m going to be spending a lot of time with my cat since well… don’t know how much longer she’ll be around. So… yeah, sorry about that))

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((I need to get active here again. I especially need the distraction today after the news I received today. If you want to interact with this asshole pop an ask or something))

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zetarick:

“You act like you don’t care, but I KNOW YOU DO–” Evil was yelling right back at the other man, his stance unwavering. Evil Rick was dangerous, but he had to gauge the situation accordingly. He was messing with Rick’s emotions, trying to dig deep into his feelings, the feelings he knew that had been there for Poppet. 

“You cared about Poppet, you’ve just been afraid to admit such a thing. You’ve always kept up this self image that you are all high and mighty when really..You’re as low as they come, Rick.”  He snarled back at him, taking another few step towards the man. He was seething with rage now, every part of his body feeling as if it was practically on fire. 

“But i’ve come to end this, i’ve come to finally get away from this madness, Rick. I may be a puppet..But i’d rather be a dead one than one that is forced to do terrible things to others…I-I-I have every right to have a choice!….WE BOTH SHOULD HAVE HAD A CHOICE IN ALL OF THIS RICK!–”  EDR screamed out, feeling sudden hot tears dotting the corners of his eyes.  He had a small sense that the real J19 was showing through in his words, even in his tone and the way he was feeling. EDR was setting himself aside to actually let J19 take control of his body. 

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME RICKY–”

Now the angry tears were flowing, with each slow step closer to Rick, it became more evident who was really talking now. But then he stopped, only a few feet form him, just standing, his body trembling. 

“Y-You were my friend….You were my best friend, Ricky….Why..? Why did y-you do this to me..?” 

   Low, he was now low--no, no. He was higher than all those other useless piles of flesh known as other Ricks. He was better than them, better than the masses and that damned council of assholes.     “I am afraid of nothing, I don’t have feelings!” Evil hissed dangerously, his left hand flexing between open and closed, ready to throw out a punch if needed. He wasn’t going to play around, dance around with his anger welling up inside, replacing any other feelings.    “You are programed to kill, nothing else!” It was just adding to his anger that one of his projects had failed. A knock on his ego and a ding to his intellect, “You choice to flee, to get away is only an illusion, only--”    Wait. That wasn’t the same tone, the same use of words or flow of the voice. No. . . it was. . . Poppet. The words that came out instantly stung, burned into his skin, thousands of needles sticking into his skin at once.     His voice dropped, losing the anger, losing the hate. Losing everything, “It what was best. . .” he seemed to go blank for a moment, almost like a reset. When he spoke up again, Evil’s voice picked up to the normal tone, “it had to be done. . . so we didn’t have to sit and be seen as the lesser ones--the dirt those fuckers stomped on. To get rid of it all and start anew.”