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@faultlessfelon
disabilities are not superpowers, that being said having auditory processing disorder my entire life made me insane at freestyling, cause my mental libary of homophobic phrases (rhymes) is massive and keeps expanding every day
HOMOPHONIC PHRASES HOMOPHONIC HOMOPHONIC SOUNDALIKES RHYMES ECHOS
HAVING AN EXTENDED LIBRARY OF HOMOPHOBIC PHRASES DOES NOT HELP YOU WITH FREESTYLING UNLESS YOU ARE EMINEM.
NOT THIS ONE IM BEGGING
disabilities are not superpowers, that being said having auditory processing disorder my entire life made me insane at freestyling, cause my mental libary of homophobic phrases (rhymes) is massive and keeps expanding every day
HOMOPHONIC PHRASES HOMOPHONIC HOMOPHONIC SOUNDALIKES RHYMES ECHOS
HAVING AN EXTENDED LIBRARY OF HOMOPHOBIC PHRASES DOES NOT HELP YOU WITH FREESTYLING UNLESS YOU ARE EMINEM.
NOT THIS ONE IM BEGGING
The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.
Well, I finally remembered to redownload tumblr.
I have no idea what [Rod] was doing or any inkling what responses were being planned... so uh... guess it's time to start fresh!
Anyone even still around?
Did a few replies, I need to finish the rest later.
For now there is work to be done. Sorry.
~ Gh0st
faultlessfelon:
Two of the goons at the back glance at each other and take a backwards step towards the door.
Evidently trying to put a bit of distance between themselves and their seemingly crazed boss. This, however, was not a good idea. The door slams shut and before either goon can react, red hot metal appears behind them in the darkness. Each receives a blade through their backs, which deliberately avoid their hearts.
[Rod] simply punctures one lung each to help in their incapacitation. In a fluid motion that takes less than a second, the freshly flesh sheathed blades withdraw and bite again, this time driving devastatingly into their spines. The blades sever the spinal cord at the lumbar level, before the ‘killer’ Emily inadvertently hired vanishes again in a burst of crimson electricity.
The two recently assaulted goons collapse to the floor, their legs useless as they scream breathlessly. “She’s being kept nice and safe…” His voice chides from the darkness near the stairs. After a moment, the sound of the spinning revolver cylinder comes once, twice, and a third time, all from different rooms. “Tell me, Ashworth…” The statement rings out from the kitchen, above the four incapacitated goon’s cries.
“What’s your plan? Did you expect an easy fight? With such a small crew, and fewer now… I almost feel insulted. If you didn’t look so stupid with the brains to match I’d be upset, honestly. This isnt even a challenge.”
“To be fair, I wasn’t aware that Emily was dating such a man of high skill~!” Ashworth responded, his smile never leaving his face as he licked his lips. He didn’t care if it were his own goons, the screams were what he enjoyed. Fresh bloodshed.
“Are you two dating? I surely hope not! If you are, I’d make your death much less enjoyable than what I have planned~! No, no, no, Emily would never date someone like you…she doesn’t like monsters~.”
He scoffed, shrugging his shoulders casually. “Perhaps a–” He growled and suddenly, he harshly stepped on one of the back’s of the goon’s, hissing. “Can’t you be QUIET?! I’m trying to TALK!”
"Dating?" [Rod] questions, suprised at the accusation.
"Oh, no, Ashy don't worry. I'd rather remove my own eyes with a rusty spoon." Laughing now at the thought, the murderer calls out above the groans and cries of the men in pain. "Not to say she's not a cutie... I'm just not the type to get involved with anyone. Let alone someone so soft as to request I don't kill those who so brazenly trespass on a mercenaries defensive position..."
Thinking to what Emily had told him, that he couldn't kill, he regretted agreeing to it. He yearned to silence these mindless bastards, but he said he wouldn't... Yes, he agreed not to kill them himself, but... A cold smile creeps across his features as he remains unseen in the pitch black home.
"They're useless to you, now, you know?" The killer calls from the darkness. "Those injuries are going to cripple them, from here on out... I agreed not to kill tonight, but you didn't make that promise, why not finish them and get the silence you desire?" Electricity arcs along the wire that has become entangled in the two goons ankles and hands, causing them both to yelp louder in agony. "Don't worry, there will be more screaming... Why not silence these idiots so we can talk a bit better?"
One of the henchmen with the wire tangled deep in the meat of his hand and ankle spits in protest of [Rod]'s prodding. "Shut up you bastard! The Boss ain't gonna kill us! He's gonna find you and kill you!" Looking up from his spot on the floor, the goon searches for confirmation on Ashworth's face.
New Contact |
As he watched the spectacle, [Rod] sighs. "You get zero points for finesse. Looking at you, though, I definitely didn't expect much better." Dropping down from the lamp, he leisurely walks over the the corpse and looks at it for a moment. "Still, the task is done..." Gesturing to the dead pile of meat on the sidewalk, the murderer smirks once more. "Plans? These were my plans. I've been a bit lazy, let the contracts I have pile up, and now it's the end of the week. Time to take care of the contracts I've taken. Ah... Speaking of."
He pulls an envelope out from his coat, and tosses it onto the sidewalk in the shapeshifter's direction. Bearing little more than an unrecognized name, the little letter holder was rather thick with unmarked bills. "You killed him, or at least finished him off, so you get the payment. Someone was only willing to pay a piddly five grand to make sure this fool stopped racing down this stretch of street... Some such sob story about him having run down a kid a few weeks ago and getting away with it. I don't quite remember what that woman was whining about. Enjoy."
Turning away from the scene, he begins heading off in the direction of his next target.
Different World |
The killer opted to hide his discomfort as much as possible concerning the native people, keeping his expression neutral. Nothing about them was inherently scary to [Rod], multiple arms he could handle. Strange skin color, no problem. Another language? Wasn't the first time he ended up in a whole other country. These... Inhabitants were all different from each other, wings, extra arms, weapons. The way they carried themselves told the killer they werent brigands, but were likely soldiers.
He honestly wasn't sure which he would have preferred.
But this feeling... The shields made of air, the runes that translated their speech automatically... There wasn't a doubt. It was magic. Such an ironically detestable thing to the murderer, he takes a moment to center himself after hearing their unknown speech, and the translation, before even moving a muscle. Wondering what they were planning considering the shields and the weapons, he takes a single step back.
Without so much as changing his blank expression or replying to the one who spoke to him, the killer does an about face and begins walking away. Staying by the river as he walks, he can practically feel them looking at him. This probably wouldn't turn out well...
Shocking Intel |
@thebluwolf
[Rod] heaved a heavy sigh as he sat on a bench in the small room, holding a case with “TOP SECRET” plastered all over it. How he had been dragged into this nonsense was beyond him. Well… Not really. It had sounded promising, being paid to kill anything that was dressed in blue? He had agreed to it without reading the fine print. After a day or so, he came to realize… Nobody really died. Everyone ran around in some insane fervor killing each other like it made a difference. It was already boring to him. Having given up on the whole… Killing aspect of this job, he decided just to relax, maybe read a little while the others murdered each other.
Unfortunately the only reading material he could find was in this case and it… Was locked. With a shrug, one hand lights up with a deep red plasma, and he cuts into it with little effort. Sparks fly everywhere and crackling electricity threatens to burn the pages within before he would even have the chance to glance at them. Moments later he’s into the case, and the papers are sprawled across the floor. “Oops…” Picking up one of them, he begins to read just as someone approaches.
The Renegade smirks. From this position on the roof of the RED building, he occupies himself looking out at the field and taking mental notes on good positions to use for various activities. Blind corners for 'accidental' friendly fire, useful spots to escape from sight so his particular abilities would be harder to notice, as well as spots on the BLU side that snipers would likely be posted. He should have done this already, but he only just got into the idea that slaughtering anyone he sees is a far better plan than focusing on BLU alone...
So what better way to familiarize himself, than check the landscape from their point of view? Ah, but he could take care of that tomorrow... For now it seemed everyone other than him had finished their routines and taken their leave to head to bed. Doing the same he retires to his quarters, resting his eyes but not quite falling fully asleep. You could never be too careful.
Rousing himself shortly before the sun could cross the horizon and usher in the morning, [Rod] takes a moment to clean his gear and prepare for what the day would bring.
A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?
Writer: Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack.
Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks in a breath* ok
Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts
Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks
A++ addition
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great
I LOVE THIS
Oh no, murder comedy is my jam
I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.
Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.
Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go out so it gets sub what personal.
“You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a serial killer.”
Serial killer breaths in. “Look-”
Horrific Headcanons: △, ♒, ☾ and ★
△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.
While [Rod] has little to no sort of conscience telling him what he's done is wrong, he does regret one or two murders early in his life. There were a couple children that stumbled upon him during his experiments that he felt didnt deserve what he did to them. Though... Curiosity killed the cat, and all that.
As a way to prevent that sickening semblance of morality from making his skin crawl again, he chooses not to murder children now that he is an adult. This generally extends to individuals who appear younger, too. This makes it advantageous to be under the guise of a young teenager or child, as he will opt to try and help them rather than kill them.
★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show?
As far as books go, he is ever a fan of the classics, mostly enjoying Edgar Allen Poe's works. And when it comes to movies, he's seen the entire Purge franchise and is quite pleased with the amount of death in them.
☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?
Favorite? There's no way to choose. Plenty of cover, more opportunities for wreaking havoc, etc.
Least favorite is easy... All the petty criminals that try things with him can become grating on the nerves, even if killing them is always relatively easy.
♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?
If by some twist of fate he knows he is about to die, [Rod] knows exactly what he is going to do. Before he is ended, he will channel and internalize as much electricity as possible and end himself. Going out in a flaming explosion of plasma and rage, he will use every atom in his being to it's fullest and incinerate everything for dozens of miles, including himself. He's not keen to go out on anyone's terms, save his own.
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
Horrific Headcanons
Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.
✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?
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~ Gh0st
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