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Annoucement
After a long time of not being here and thinking about what I should do, I have come to the decision to archive this account.
It will stay up for any of my remaining mutuals to read over what they have rped with me. Thank you for giving me a place on here.
This will be my final post. This account will not start back up. It has run it’s course.
My discord is TheTrashGremlin#5699 if any of you wish to contact me.
Thank you.
Guess who is still alive
TO YOU, 2000 YEARS FROM NOW…
please reblog this if you are an SNK roleplay blog ( CANON & OC ) or a character with a SNK verse !! please make sure to tag your characters name, whether you are a multimuse or not, & whether you are on low - activity / hiatus so that i can add you to a masterlist ! ( soon to be added. )
Beans
It was only his tenth beer.
John chugged it down, speaking with the bartender who was very impressed with how sober the seemingly human male was staying even after so many beers.
John made sure to keep an illusion so his eyes would seem more brown, but under the right amount of light, you could see the red.
The demon chuckled, “You’re flattering me.” The bartender smiled, her mood happy and cheerful.
Then, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to see a man situating himself in the seat next to him at the bar.
The bartender walked over, asking him if he wanted anything. John was oddly curious, but smelled one thing off him.
Werewolf.
@the-misfit-muses
E. (Humans Can Lick Too) One of our muses is home alone, dozing off to sleep, when they hear movement beneath their bed. The other muse is hiding after breaking in to their home, but they assume it’s simply their pet (demons in this case lol)
Urban Legends
John laid sleeping on the king sized bed, Luca at the foot of it, sleeping gently while curled into a ball.
John’s tail was hanging off the bed, swishing gently in his sleep. He was dreaming about something good.
He then felt something press against the mattress from underneath it, and groaned, “Luca, please.”
Then he heard something moving under his bed, and he got up, “Luca, plea-”
He froze when he saw Luca staring at him from the foot of the bed, and realized there was something under the bed.
| closed starter for @horsefaced-demon-from-hell using the plot BABY MONITOR from here !! |
Amy was still utterly exhausted from her pregnancy and her delivery - though it happened nearly two weeks ago, she still felt a feeling of lethargy hanging over her from having to wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby to still getting used to sleeping without a pregnant stomach getting in the way. But even though she was bitter about the aftermath of it all, she was still happy that she was able to have a baby with the man she loved - and was able to finally start a family with someone who completed her.
She had just awoken from a cry coming from their baby monitor, rising from her bed to do the nightly routine: walk into the baby’s room, sit in the rocking chair and feed the baby until it fell asleep again, and then walk back to bed and fall asleep - only to do it again two hours later.
However, there was something else coming from the baby monitor, besides the baby’s cries. It sounded like the hum of a siren, singing a soothing lullaby to the baby in an attempt to calm it down. Obviously startled by this, Amy shoved her husband, “John? Do you hear that voice coming from the baby monitor?”
John groaned as he slept, arm underneath the pillow to help support his head.
He was also getting used to having to feed the baby, doing it a lot so his wife could sleep peacefully during the night. Alice was an adorable infant, though with demonic blood in her veins, she looked human.
His tail was hanging off the bed and he was slightly snoring when he felt Amy shove him.
He slowly opened his eyes, “Yes?” But then he listened to the baby monitor on the nightstand, and froze.
He growled softly as he immediately got up, in only boxers, “Let’s get to Alice.”
Then, he was gone, rushing down the hall to the baby’s room.
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Urban Legends
John used the darkness of the forest in the dead of night as a cloak as he looked at the broken down car. He had seen a tall man get out, leaving a smaller male with a blonde mop of hair in the passenger side seat.
His red eyes almost glowed in the dark, but he kept them hidden as he maneuvered through the forest, being mindful of the sticks and leaves.
Once he knew the tall male was out of sight, he crept up onto the vehicle, staying low and out of sight as he neared the passenger side door.
Starter Plots based on Urban Legends
Send my muse a letter (A-Z) or the title following it for a starter based on one of these famous Urban Legend plots. Note that not all of these are scientifically/medically accurate, but are based on stories that have been spreading for decades!
A. (The Black Dog) One muse approaches the other, anxious and concerned about a mysterious, hulking black dog that has been following them all day. They realize that seeing the black dog is an omen of impending death. B. (Hook Handed Man) Our muses are out for a drive and stop somewhere private, but are quickly spooked by eerie scratches against the back of the car. C. (La Llorona) One of our muses is strolling by the river, when they hear ghostly weeping. It’s the other muse, mourning the loss of their family long after death. D. (Deadly Wedding Dress) Our muses are getting married. They’ve been fitted for their outfits, but at the ceremony, one of our muses begins to struggle with their breath and collapses at the altar. Later, they find that the dress/suit they wore was laced with embalming chemicals, and had been sold to them by a graverobber. E. (Humans Can Lick Too) One of our muses is home alone, dozing off to sleep, when they hear movement beneath their bed. The other muse is hiding after breaking in to their home, but they assume it’s simply their pet. F. (Mothman) One night, our muses both see a creature with red eyes and huge wings outside their home(s). Afterwards, they’re unable to escape odd sightings and continued paranormal experiences. G. (The Goat Man) Our muses are driving/riding bikes through a woodland area, when they hear hooves following behind them. Whatever it is, it’s certainly not completely human. H. (Lover’s Lane) One of our muses is left alone in a broken-down car after their date leaves to find a gas station, but they don’t realize the other muse is outside of the car, circling them. (Alternative: one of the muses is the date) I. (Michigan Dogman) While camping, one of our muses comes face-to-face with the other muse, who has been mutated with an animal head upon a human body. J. (Organ Market) Our muses meet at a bar/party/etc, get some drinks, and have great chemistry. However, after falling unconscious, one of our muses wakes to find themselves in a bathtub with painful stitching up their side. Horrified, they realize their date has kidnapped them and harvested one of their organs. K. (The Clown Statue) Our muses are baby/pet-sitting for a mutual friend, but are disturbed by an odd doll sitting up in a rocking chair in the master bedroom. A doll that seems to enjoy moving around. The second muse may be a friend or even the clown. L. (Ghost Children of Munger Road) Our muses have heard the story that if you put baby powder on the back of your car and stop at a train track, little hands will push it off the tracks. They decided to test it, and get results. M. (Black Aggie) After walking by a statue of a woman in grief, our muses begin having odd, spooky, and unlucky experiences. N. (Bunnyman Bridge) After hearing stories of an old tunnel haunted by the ghost of a serial killer, our muses decide to investigate. O. (Calling #666) As a fun test, our muses find a phone number listed online along with a spooky warning. They decide to call the number, but end up getting some very scary messages, and possibly a visitor later that night. P. (The Call is Coming from Inside the House) One muse is sitting at home when they start to get strange phone calls. The calls are a bit creepy, but harmless at first, before eventually making them highly uncomfortable. They’ll eventually learn that the other muse is calling from a second phone upstairs. Q. (Midnight Game) After seeing a creepy game listed online, our muses decide to try summoning a malicious spirit at midnight, putting themselves at risk until morning. R. (Bloody Mary) One or both of our muses are pulling an all-nighter together when they decide to play some old mirror games. Of course, Bloody Mary is a trusted go-to. They don’t expect it may actually work, though. (Second muse may be a friend or the ghost in the mirror) S. (High Beams) While driving home late at night, one of our muses is blinded by the car behind them shining high beams every few seconds. They don’t realize the driver is trying to warn them of a person with a knife in the back seat. (The second muse could be the driver, or the knife-wielder) T. (Vanishing Hitchhiker) One of our muses is driving late at night when they spot the other muse dressed in torn clothes, dirty, and wet in the rain, holding out their arm for a ride. Whether or not they suspect something eerie, they decide to stop and see if they need help. U. (Baby Monitor) Our muses are new parents, and have set up a monitor to listen to the baby from the next room. However, they start to get uncomfortable when they hear a voice singing a lullaby on the other end that doesn’t belong to their partner. V. (Black Eyed Children) Late it the evening, one of our muses answers the door to see a child with a hood over their eyes asking to come inside. They begin to demand and pressure the muse until they feel very threatened. The other muse could be in the home or could be the child outside. W. (The Crying Boy) At an art show, our muses/one of our muses decide to buy a sorrowful but very magnetic painting that was found in the ashes of a burned building. As soon as they bring it home, however, they begin to notice supernatural events, poltergeist activity, and even begin to grow obsessed and defensive when the other muse suggests they get rid of the painting. X. (Facebook Friends) One of our muses has died, and the other is still in mourning when they start getting messages on social media from their account. What looks like a prank at first starts to get eerie as the deceased muse starts conversations only the two of them would have, perhaps even about secrets surrounding their own death. (Bonus creepiness: the living muse starts to see their deceased friend tagged in photos, always in an empty space right behind them). Y. (Melonheads) While on a deserted road, possibly lost, our muses grow uncomfortable after being warned of mutated humanoids that stalk the dirt road looking for people to run off the road and kidnap. Z. (Chain Mail) One or both of our muses get a scary story emailed to them, which begs them to share with their friends. One of them ignores it, and calls the other in a panic when they begin to hear and see strange things in their home. -note that chain mail is a super old hoax and seeing chain posts here on tumblr is fake too! Don’t get spooped, friends-
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A Prince and His Guard
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Amy had been dressed in her typical commander’s outfit: a light gray peacoat with silver buttons aligning the center, complete with golden shoulder pads with fringe and a large belt buckle in the center keeping it in place, adorned with the emblem of the kingdom: the ferocious dragon carved out of solid gold. The outfit was finalized with skin-tight black leggings and ebony knee high boots that were easily discernible as riding boots as well.
Running a hand through her coal black waves, her golden eyes glimmering in the sunlight, she pet her Friesian mare’s mane as she gave a gentle wave to the king, “Your highness; I’m ready to proceed once you’re ready. Where are we off to?”
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John smiled softly, “We are to be at the Kingdom of Amor within the day, if the road doesn’t get too unsettling.”
John then waved his hand out the window to signal they were ready, and he heard the horses whinny as they began to trot out of the palace courtyard.
He sighed softly as he made himself comfortable, red eyes looking at the landscapes of his kingdom pass by. People were out, some smiling as he went by. He hoped the trip would take merely the day, and then he would rest for the night in Amor before heading home the following morning.
He looked out the side to see Amy, and smiled cheerfully at her.
“So, how has the castle been? I’ve been too caught up in preparations for this trip I completely forgot to ask.”
A Prince and His Guard
John walked slowly down the marble steps of the entrance to his palace, seeing the black coach ahead.
It’s golden curtains were pinned to the sides, clearing a view through the golden trimmed windows into the coach itself.
The seats had a golden pillow resting inside, mainly to be used as back comforters for the long ride ahead. The seats had golden trim and intricate embroidery on the main seat. John then looked to the front, seeing the driver and four black horses hitched to the coach. Their heads were tossing and hooves pawing at the pebbles in impatience.
His beloved steed was one. John looked behind him to see Luca waiting at the doors. He was not allowed to come with him on this trip. John then turned his red eyes to focus on a servant next to him, “Have you fetched my commander? She is supposed to be beside me on her horse during the trip.” Being the prince of a powerful kingdom such as Virnum was a heavy responsibility, and a dangerous one as well.
“Yes, your highness,” he said in a shaky voice. John dismissed him as he approached the coach. Now the sun was blaring onto the golden details around the coach, making them shine. It also shone through the lace in the curtains, creating detailed shadows among the pebbles. Golden flowers and fruits, complete with eagles and unicorns. And finally, a dragon was on the back of the coach. His kingdom’s symbol. One to fear during war. It’s wings were spread, fire blowing from it’s fanged jaws.
John’s attire was most unusual for the summer.
Aside from his golden crown set with rubies, he had mainly black on. Even his cape was a long, ebony black. His upper attire was sleeveless, but his collar was ruffled with black, a ruby set in the middle of his collar, where the two sides met.
His pants were long and black, nearly blending with his shoes, his riding ones.
Then, one servant opened the coach’s door, and John headed inside.
It was uncomfortable at first, but he had to get used to it. The kingdom he was to meet in was hours away. “Your highness, your commander has arrived,” the servant said before closing the door. John smiled as he heard horse’s hooves walking up, knowing Amy was here to accompany him.
@la-vie-cn-rose
A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.
my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.
my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.
your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.
our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.
our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.
my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.
your muse catching my muse drinking blood.
my muse catching your muse drinking blood.
your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.
our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.
our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.
our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.
my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.
your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
my muse licking blood off your muses finger.
your muse licking blood off my muses finger.
my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.
Eight Rainbows! WOW Lehigh Valley, PA [960 x 960]
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GODDAMNIT
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Eren sat there smiling at him. “Thank you dear. I haven’t had you much in the last three years, we need to fix that, I am ready.” Eren began to do some what of a seductive dance.
“I need my big strong man to come here and take care of me. He is so good at doing that.” Eren was in his own heat so to speak.
He couldn’t get enough of John. The demon was always just right when taking care of him. Then he could do the exact same back. That is how it had worked for them.
“And once that is done I can take care of you.” He was ready for a night of just them.
John grabbed Eren from behind and kissed his neck, biting down softly with his fangs.
“A big strong man with his gorgeous husband whom he loves so much,” John said as he pulled away.
Then, John pulled Eren to the bed and gently laid him on top of it, “Let me care for you.”
Is That A..... Hellhound?
John was overly excited over the large, fluffy, black dog his parents had gotten him. The hellhound was much larger than John and was following him wherever he went.
He had named him Luca.
Then, John decided to show Armin, and called to him from their favorite tree.
“Armin! Look what I got!”
@decorxtiveocean
"John come in here real quick!" Eren called sitting on their bed grinning a little while in a lingerginie. The kids were at Uncle Marco's, and the dogs all laying down around the house, so Eren had time to connect with John in a different way. They hadn't had much time for this since Eren got back almost two years earlier.
John had been trying to clean up the black feathers that littered the house, apparently his wings were shedding off some unwanted feathers when he wasn’t even molting.
“Tch....” he said as he dumped more feathers into the garbage can, then his ears twitched slightly when he heard Eren.
“I’m coming! Just hold on as I clean up these last few feathers!” John called back as he hurried up, then groaned as he found more. “They’ll have to wait,” he said as he headed upstairs to their room.
“What is it, darli-” he stopped dead in his tracks upon opening the door. He smirked, “You look rather gorgeous, love~”
