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@flamingpast
"WOah--! Hey! Hello!! Welcome to the blog!!
Stay for a while, yeah?!"
[ FLAME. FLAME ANON . ]
[ Originally known as ⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ ]
[ now playing : daddy issues (remix) . ]
"And if you were my little girl, I'd do anything I could do ;
I'd run away and hide with you,
I know that you've got daddy issues (and I do to). "
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divider credits go to @nerdconsumer2.
Thr bell dings as the door opens to the resort !
A blonde woman welcomes you, a smile on her face.
"Welcome to xoverio ! A new resort with all sorts of muses from many fandoms! Such as... cookie run kingdom, Dandys world, and custom made fandoms, suitable for all muses!"
This is a promo post for a roleplay blog, @xoverio , which is owned and managed by several people. Semi-lit / novella when motivation hits.
# medjyofsiwa .
more organized and semi-selective . asks are allowed and welcomed !
" I have followed hollow footsteps , just to see your face again Aya. I will do it for you once more, forevermore. "
The time for revenge is now. The hatred, vengeance in you. It fuels you. Fuels your moves. think clearly — when was the last time you felt PEACE? Was it that time when you went hunting with your son, Khemu? Or was it that time you had found some time to relax with your wife and son?
When was the last time you smeared blood on the floor? Just a few seconds ago. A few miniscule seconds ago — when that time , they could have spent it spending time with THEIR family ! What a cruel, heartless killer you are, Bayek of Siwa.
This blog is recommended for the ages... 15 and older. There will be adult themes mentioned (no sex because mod is a minor).
This blog will contain spoilers for some time after Alexandria, but before you meet Cleopatra.
Everything will be tagged ACCORDINGLY.
Now that's over with.. let's get to it beneath the divider and cut.
Flame's tail curled around his leg, a pained gasp leaving them. They used whatever strength they could muster up, the blood loss already getting to their head. And plus, removing it was hard to remove from her mind... and regain control over themselves... yeah that was... difficult and very strength-absorbing.
They used whatever they could muster up, teleporting themselves atleast to the killer cabin. Their vision starting to blur and blacken, mind foggy, all the while his boa, mask, and gloves were covered in their own blood.. their dress being tainted to a darker color. Their shoulder and side of the stomach was bleeding,,, quite profusely.
-🔥
He smelt it, the metallic scent hanging in the air, all too familiar for him… but it was never in the cabin… Something must’ve happened. But what? One of the kidds tripping? Slasher doing something stupid again? Sixer accidentally attacking someone?
What he wasn’t expecting was the sight before him, when he went to look. Flame, a wound in his side, bleeding out. His ears gave a twitch- rushing over and picking them up… He knew they had faulty medkits around, not enough to fully heal someone like the survivors had… but it’d be enough.
He picked them up, lifting them bridal style and hurrying into the cabin- scrounging through the bathroom for the kit…
Why was he even doing this? So what if they died? They all respawned in the end… He shouldn’t waste valuable supplies… but this… was an unnecessary death, wasn’t it. Thats why he was doing it, wasn’t it..? No more bloodshed than necessary…
He shook off that train of thought, heading to place them down and begin patching the wound, whether they were awake or not he wasn’t sure… but he’ll find out soon.
Their body was paler, atleast to normal eye. His temperature was going down to a normal level, possibly lower. He tried to speak, hand gripping Mafioso's chest weakly.
Flame's eyes dared to roll into the back of their skull, threatening death or atleast unconsciousness. But one thought remained on his mind.
His sister.
"S..ssnowflake..." he gasped out, weakly, and in a sort of mumbling tone, eyes blurring up with tears and from the blood loss. "She...injured to...o."
“Worry ‘bout yourself first,” He muttered, disinfecting the items needed to patch up the injury, and disinfecting the wound itself… and on to locking in.
Occasionally he’d pause, smacking his hand gently against their cheek, trying to get them to stay awake, trying to patch up the injury as swiftly as possible… “C’mon… Stay awake, trouble maker.”
When it was all finished, he glanced up to her, tilting his head, “You still with us kid…? What happened to ya?”
Flame hissed when the disinfectant touched the wound, trying to keep his eyes open every time Mafioso would smacking his hand against her hand. A noise, mixed between a grumble and a groan, left them.
Their tail curled around Mafioso's leg this time, surprise surprise! Not his own leg, huh.
"...it... did this.." who was 'it', exactly? Flame knew the answer, but could feel tears burning at his eyes, she could feel the incoming choke of a sob if they said anything more.
They didn't want him to hate her.
Flame's tail curled around his leg, a pained gasp leaving them. They used whatever strength they could muster up, the blood loss already getting to their head. And plus, removing it was hard to remove from her mind... and regain control over themselves... yeah that was... difficult and very strength-absorbing.
They used whatever they could muster up, teleporting themselves atleast to the killer cabin. Their vision starting to blur and blacken, mind foggy, all the while his boa, mask, and gloves were covered in their own blood.. their dress being tainted to a darker color. Their shoulder and side of the stomach was bleeding,,, quite profusely.
-🔥
He smelt it, the metallic scent hanging in the air, all too familiar for him… but it was never in the cabin… Something must’ve happened. But what? One of the kidds tripping? Slasher doing something stupid again? Sixer accidentally attacking someone?
What he wasn’t expecting was the sight before him, when he went to look. Flame, a wound in his side, bleeding out. His ears gave a twitch- rushing over and picking them up… He knew they had faulty medkits around, not enough to fully heal someone like the survivors had… but it’d be enough.
He picked them up, lifting them bridal style and hurrying into the cabin- scrounging through the bathroom for the kit…
Why was he even doing this? So what if they died? They all respawned in the end… He shouldn’t waste valuable supplies… but this… was an unnecessary death, wasn’t it. Thats why he was doing it, wasn’t it..? No more bloodshed than necessary…
He shook off that train of thought, heading to place them down and begin patching the wound, whether they were awake or not he wasn’t sure… but he’ll find out soon.
Their body was paler, atleast to normal eye. His temperature was going down to a normal level, possibly lower. He tried to speak, hand gripping Mafioso's chest weakly.
Flame's eyes dared to roll into the back of their skull, threatening death or atleast unconsciousness. But one thought remained on his mind.
His sister.
"S..ssnowflake..." he gasped out, weakly, and in a sort of mumbling tone, eyes blurring up with tears and from the blood loss. "She...injured to...o."
Tw.
A sinister smile appeared on their face, hand pressed against the mirror of the 'cabin' that it had allowed Flame and his sister to use, in the middle of the forest. In the middle of where the skinwalkers stayed. Their tail stayed wrapped around their leg. Thoughts.. thoughts.. it giggled, finally balling up it's fist, before slamming it into the mirror. Glass shards went everywhere, some into the sink below it, and some in it's fist. Feeling the blood seep out, it licked it's lips, smothering their face with it. Their clothes.. their boa... everything. It wanted the blood scent to be on it, wanted the stains for the later pains of Flame to wash said items.
Next, they trudged slowly, grabbing a knife when they reached the kitchen part of the cabin. Staring at it. Like it'd give a smile, or a look of worry as to what it'd do to the body.
"This'll teach them to flirt with such toys."
It plundged it into their shoulder, pain shooting into the back of it's skull, a cry in their subconscious. It couldn't feel the pain itself, but it knew Flame could.
It pulled the knife out, plunging it into their side, ripping up their dress a bit. Nothing too fatal or worrying. They'll heal up later.
And with a giggle... it finally released it's grip on flame's mind, letting the body sink to the floor. Letting it rot there. To bleed out. Juust like they had done before, but had survived.
Memories, oh sweet memories.
Are you like the spectre?! Or are you the spectre??? You speak alot like it, talking about the others like they're toys to you..
It clicked it's tongue on the roof of it's mouth. "I'm not giving up my identity just this quickly. That wouldn't be fun."
What are you doing to them!?
"Them flirting with such toys is an idiocy and must be corrected. So I'm doing just that, and having my own form of entertainment."
Leave her alone! He doesn't deserve this!
"Oh?" It giggled, grin looping into a crazed one. It's eyes widened a bit. "No can do. I let them run around, fooling with... the toys, and now it's my turn to have fun."
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Your just gonna keep messing with them, huh? Until you actually hurt them?
"Maybe." It's voice came out, small little flames appearing at it's feet. Hmm... seems like someone is in their subconscious with... a whole lot of anxiety..
What will they do when they figure out you've been helping the spectre? Hate you?
It's tail curled around their leg, not in their usual anxious state, but more like a subconscious thing. A grin slowly appeared on it's face, voice dripping with venom. "Good." It's clear that this wasn't flame speaking.
They're gonna find out soon. You're just a monster in disguise. Your being a traitor and a monster since your working with the spectre.
"I know.... and— I'm not working with it on purpose—! Hah..."
Something... tells you that this isn't Flame speaking any more. Maybe it was the angered look on their face, or the red look in their usually dark blue pupils.
Flame, don't be stupid and get attached to them. You'll harm them in the long run.
Flame paused, his mouth opening and closing for a moment, before they lowered their head. A small "I know" came out, slowly walking to the corner, sitting down and sulking. The air had surprisingly gotten hotter.. and keeps getting hotter..
*Hands you a comically small chess set*
Flame blinked at the.. very small chess set. They blinked, their tail giving a little wag. Seems like a few memories have risen up but.. she won't speak about it. "Thank you!!"
Give my muse an item, see how they react.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
