victor from seven @killerclay-archive - Tumblr Blog

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i do not like watching this blog sit and collect dust, as it has of late i also do not like watching the follower count drop as people give up on me so when i get home later today, i intend to sit and plow through my drafts so like this if you'd like me to post a starter for you, or send me an ask if you rather try something plotted please, i am dying to get this muse back and dying to submerge myself back into the river of writing, so much that it physically pains me

#ooc #of some importance #i'll delete this later #so for sure hit me up #help me recollect this muse

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#this

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Most of us I would hope are aware of the tumblr user defelina, infamous for sending anon hate, harassing others for not rping with her, their sexuality and gender identity, how they rp, among other things.

Out of curiosity I went on her blog to see what some...

#i am nowhere near active #just looking into her tag is enough for me #be safe everyone

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This scares me.

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but imagine going into a store and being like “yes i need three thousand knives”

#likes

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#fc

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#fc

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I Am Innocent I Swear It - Open

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The Countess found his insults tiring and far more to linger in his presence. If he presumed she would tolerate his words and his biting remarks, he was the true foolish human. With a hiss, The Countess bared her fangs at the male, “You are the fool and far more if the authorities find you with the corpse. I tire of your words and far more of your presence. Good evening to you.” Far more to spend the last of her hours with a male who would slaughter a corpse and cackle as a manic fool would, all the best for the authorities to come upon him.

She would find it amusing if he were to be taken into custody and the authorities presumed it was he who slaughtered the poor man. Perhaps, she would await for him to confess or to mock the officers. If the authorities assumed he was the man removing the females and males from London, it would favor her well. Her eyes narrowed as her gown swept away with a flourish to leave him with the corpse. “I wish you the best in your death.”

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His eyes had turned from the woman to the body at his feet, watching as the blade seeped into the slowly decaying flesh. At that point, it almost seemed fresh, albeit colder than an average persons', the blood pouring out ever so slowly from the wound. It had him frown slightly, wishing it to be closer to a geyser than a stream given unto him, though his eyes still took in the sight hungrily. He heard the hissing sound, the noise pulling him from his interested trance back to the Countess, grinning with amusement at her fangs. "Not at all unfamiliar to me, my dear; is that why you wanted the body, then? Or had you already taken his life from him?"

Clay knew what she'd said before, though putting the hammer back upon the nail was always fun. "Really, you think I'd do so much as get caught? Oh, that hurts me deeply," his free hand moved over his chest, pretending that her words had stung him. Soon, however, both eyebrows rose to her words, "You tire that easily, hm? No fun at all you are; really, I'd assume far better from the likes of you. Though, now I know for future reference how easily I can take a body away from you, should I happen upon feeding time." Yet again Clay found himself laughing softly to himself, imagining the woman crazed, drenched in blood with bodies surrounding her feet, much like the poor soul at his own. Ah, the very sight would be something he would find great enjoyment seeing for himself. "Yes, scurry away as the pathetic rat that you are, I'll happily take this body to myself," he called to her as she walked, waving a hand in the air before returning to the crevice he'd made in the corpse.

#mmmm i'm sorry that i haven't replied to this sooner #not that it matters or anything 'cause you have millions of things on the go i'm sure #reply or don't i don't mind c:#i didn't know how to reply anyway i never do wah

kardea

#fc

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"No surprise."

misselektra

He seemed to only get closer despite her deflecting his attempts, and she could just barely feel his breath on her skin. “Well, it’s just as simple as this: I can, and will. I’m not some common whore,” she sneered, letting out a sigh of frustration. And then.. he got much closer, so much closer that she was nearly tempted to turn her head, but quite soon after the near advance, he moved away. “Pfft,” she rolled her eyes, “another one of your teasing tactics, huh?” Elektra folded her arms across her chest, “is there really actually anyone worthy of your time that you actually have taken a liking to as much as you have in me?”

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Clay stood before her, her words gracing his ear, almost pulling his lips along with them into that smirk of his. If anything, she was always good for a laugh, always knowing how to spark amusement. "You're not, are you? I find that very hard to believe," he chuckled, watching her facial expression change. She tried to look tough, pull herself to seem bigger than him, yet he still knew what made her tick, what could bring her close enough to the edge to have her knees buckle and prove just how beneath him that she truly was."Teasing tactics? I'm merely giving you a taste of what you refuse to take yourself. If I were to turn my back from you, you would just run right after me, as you've done so many times before. You lack the skill to take the things you want, my dear, and I know full well how badly you want me." His words resembled a purr, low, almost moaning, one eye closing to a momentary wink. "Ah, at that, you have a point, as no one, including yourself, is worthy of my time. I merely shadow of someone who knows how to grab what they long for, because I could stand here for eons and you would still not act. Lest you decide to prove me wrong, I intend to leave you here, alone."

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#headcanon

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Finnick raised one eyebrow while a slight grin appeared on his mouth. ”Very funny, Listen guy, I’m the handsome victor and you won’t replace me.”

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Clay watched the man, a grin of his own snaking over his features as he brought the stick back to his lips. He pulled deeply, soon stopping, only to blow the smoke in Finnick's direction, chuckling to himself. "Oh, really? Care to tell that to the countless people begging for my attention? Face it, you have been replaced, and by a much better prospect, as well. Tell me, then; why is it that you have sent for me?"

#appologies that this took forever to get to you