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lovedsoftly

I lost my old starter call, so give this a like for a smol cannibal in your inbox 💕🥩

spaacemusings

cotton candy hair blood red lips diamonds for eyes

she’s an apocalypse

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i want to _____ you.

yeetrpmemes

Send a 🎷 to slow dance with my muse!

starlessyonder-a-deactivated202

“You’re mine, to love, and to ruin, from now until the end of time. Every atom of your perfect being belongs to me, and I intend to make that very clear to anyone who thinks themselves worthy of so much as the sight of you.”

Aeles and Spira of the Nihilian empire

Literate

Plot-heavy

10+ years of RP experience

Open to all fandoms

@starlessyonder @jewelofnihilum

When will Cama get to sexily eat someone alive mid coitus tbh???

A row of pearly selenite glints menacingly between thin petals of berry pink which sit a little crooked on the immaculate marble of it's face. Their corners curl in something akin to a cheeky smile but there's someJe ne sais quoi missing there--some trait only inate to human beings. Purpose, maybe. It conveys little in terms of emotion or intent--its just there, like a cheap ornament, plastic garland, prettifying a dead pine.

In it's arms, a creature clad in Mickey mouse pyjamas, blowing spit bubbles and digging it's absolutely miniscule fingers into the breast of it's collared shirt. Weary. Seeking comfort, as a child would. It can't be much older than a couple of months.

A robbed mother wails somewhere far away in the darkness of this unusually cold night. Under different circumstances, it would make for the perfect tuck-in ambiance, but tonight, it's feeling benignant.

"Merry Christmas--"

That's what you're supposed to say when you give presents. it has learned this. Or was it--

"and Happy birthday."

Yes, it will say both, for good measure. That way it should be plenty apparent to it's human friend that it has come in good spirits and bearing gifts. What joyous occasion. It is sure he will be pleased.

@1-0-1-9

I lost my old starter call, so give this a like for a smol cannibal in your inbox 💕🥩

#starter call #horror rp

#♤; never felt any affection (cama)

ffx

#why is he so pretty 😵

"You're my enemy and my remedy

But if you're not gonna bleed for me, go."

spiketheforsakensoul

Let's Cut to the Chase. I wanna RP. Let's Do It:

liikeglitterandgcld

spiketheforsakensoul:

Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

☮ - If you’d like a starter.

☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends.

✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character.

❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals.

♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes.

ruadrisresources

Send a name/url and I’ll fill out the following regarding my muse’s relationship with that person

Their relationship overall: (friends, lovers, rivals, etc.)

Something my muse likes about them:

Something my muse dislikes about them:

Something that could bring them closer together:

Something that might push them apart:

Something they have in common:

A way in which their relationship might change in the future:

lovedsoftly

Human beings are never as inhuman as they are when they are dying, it has come to realize. The apprehension of their imminent departure from life really brings out the zest for survival in even the most disconsolate individuals. This zest usually manifests in butcherly ways—gnashing teeth and swinging arms, harsh words which always fall on deaf ears. The moribund seldom speak any grand truths or substantial verdicts, so it tunes their deplorably meager verbal abuse out—more than it ordinarily would during conversation taking place under less vociferous circumstances.

The opinions of the actively dying mean very little to it, and as it turns out, all human beings, from the moment they are spawned into their pitifully short and insignificant existence, are, in all actuality, actively dying.

So, that part’s easy to ignore.

What it really can’t stand is the mess they make.

When they start crying, and sweating, and gurgling their putrid vomit and bile. Even animals die with more dignity than humans. Yes, animals, with no concept of honor or grace, generally have the common decency to not ruin the sanctity of their flesh by vehemently soiling themselves—with reckless abandon, might it add.

One red eye on Lero’s cellular device, which lies on the floor beyond the marble margin of the shower chamber, Cama sits beneath the absolving mizzle, plucking pieces of half digested paprika out of it’s soaked, cotton candy locks and flicking them down the drain.

No dinner tonight.

#;drabble #;open

xvaniex

“He saw darkness in her beauty and she saw beauty in his darkness.”

— about Hades and Persephone

I think Cama could, in theory, develop genuine romantic feelings for a human being, but it would have to be someone who speaks it’s language. It doesn’t understand the deeper sentimental meaning of hand holding or long, passionate kisses, but if you can hunt with it, engage it in intellectual conversation and help it clean up after a long day of butchering and bloodletting, i think it would fall pretty hard pretty fast.

Human beings are never as inhuman as they are when they are dying, it has come to realize. The apprehension of their imminent departure from life really brings out the zest for survival in even the most disconsolate individuals. This zest usually manifests in butcherly ways—gnashing teeth and swinging arms, harsh words which always fall on deaf ears. The moribund seldom speak any grand truths or substantial verdicts, so it tunes their deplorably meager verbal abuse out—more than it ordinarily would during conversation taking place under less vociferous circumstances.