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[starfaite]

𝐎𝐇 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃   that  she  hadn't  stepped  foot  outside  of  her  room  -  or  her  bed  -  all  day.  She  had  foolishly  though  that  if  she  kept  quiet  most  of  the  time  and  just  got  out  to  get  some  water  he  would  have  left  it  alone .  But  he  had  always  worried .  Every  time .  She  pressed  her  cheek  against  the  soft  pillow  and  squeezed  her  eyes  shut .  ❝  𝐌𝐲  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬  𝐚  𝐛𝐢𝐭  ,  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐥  ...  ❞

[mrvelseb]

seeing her so out of it, so upset and depressed.. it made his heart begin to ache. he approached the bedside, steps thumping against creaking floor, a dead giveaway to his approach. " .. what's really wrong, baby? y'know how i feel 'bout lil fibs. "

he knelt next to her bed, resting his arms on it and worriedly reaching a hand to her own; he wouldn't risk sitting on her bed, he might snap it in two ( or snap HER in two )

[predatorysuggestion]

Don’t fear, my dear; I will tear apart every awful creature in my path, sink my fangs into the flesh of every living thing until red coats my mouth,

if it means keeping you safe

[mrvelseb]

his arms fold against his chest, brows furrowed and lips in a thin line. he can tell if layla is having an off day, and she certainly seems off today. " you got that sad lil' lip and wide eyes. what's wrong, pumpkin? talk t'me. "

@starfaite / liked starter

[mrvelseb]

i promise im not dead!! like this post for a starter <333

[mrvelseb]

your final act as the villain

the hero refuses to kill you

you keeping screaming at them to kill you, but your hero just stands there weeping like some kind of fool. you grab onto their collar and scream, and you're probably spitting on them. how many times do you have to shake them for the sense to come flooding back? you both were so close to finally ending this a few minutes ago! now they're just crying and shaking their head and trying to hold your wrists. you're powerless! this is their chance! you collapse to your knees and sob.

[black-wolf-spirit-art]

Hungry

[chilica]

YEH, the "CHEWCHEW" of 87

[mrvelseb]

[mrvelseb]

“Dad. Dad, Dad, wake up.”

Nessa spoke quietly as she gently nudged Bob’s shoulder, hoping to wake him from his sleep. Once she noticed him moving and shifting around, she backed away from his bed, hoping her attempts had worked. Next to her were Ashy and Mussel Boi, who seemed anxious to see him awaken as well. After all, they all had a surprise for him. So, once Bob was awake, and after a good few minutes afterwards…

“Happy father’s day!” "!!!"

Nessa, Ashy and Mussel Boi all said (although Mussel Boi just squeaked it) together, excitedly showing him what they had made; it was some pancakes, decorated with whipped cream and berries and— holy cow that’s a lot of maple syrup. Although it was somewhat messily done.

“Here, hope ya like ‘em.” Ashy then said, holding out the plate of pancakes (as well as a fork and a knife). “W-We weren’t sure what you would like, so we put on everything we could think of...”

He didn't quite understand right away; after all, he did just wake up unexpectedly. He heard them say something, and present...

... pancakes? Why would they make him pancakes?

.. it hit him like a truck, and his eyes widen. It.. it was Father's Day, wasn't it? He looked at his phone charging on the nightstand; yep, it's Father's Day.

" ... kids..? " He took the plate and utensils, eyes beginning to water just a little. He remembered when Lila was little, they'd spend the morning making all sorts of breakfast foods to eat too much of. Lila's pancakes were fantastic. ...

He wiped his eyes, trying to remain strong.

" .. thanks, kids. "

[mrvelseb]

final act as the villain.

you killed the hero, and you regret it

the sun was in your eyes. you lost sight of where you were going. you never expected to get this far, let alone succeed. this was supposed to change things for you, but now you've got this ache in your throat that makes you think that maybe you were wrong. you're still sitting here three hours later with the body of your hero in your arms, and all you can think is /what have i done/.

[mrvelseb]

Stuff to know! ( Bob Edition )

Repost. Don't reblog.

name. bobbert jack velseb

nickname(s). bob, bobby, velseb

title. Owner of Boy's 'N' Grill's / The Devil Cannibal

P E R S O N A L .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

religious belief. uncomfortable with religion

sins. lust  / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

primary goals in life. atoning for his past sins and building a better future for himself and his family

languages known. English / Some spoken Spanish / German

quirks. He tends to scratch the back of his hands when nervous, and has a tendency to give an eerie smile by default

savvies. he's an excellent chef and surprisingly good at woodcarving and whittling!

P H Y S I C A L .

build. slender/ fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other

height. 7'1"

weight. 486lbs

scars/birthmarks. Tons of scars along his body from different wounds, like beartraps, guns, knives, and some post-mortem procedures after his "death"

abilities/powers. incredible stamina and durability, quick on his feet and surprisingly quiet when stalking prey

F A V O U R I T E S .

favourite food. his mom's tater tot casserole

favourite drink. root beer

topping. anything except broccoli

favourite colour. Tie between red and baby blue

favourite music genre. rock n roll baby

favourite book genre. fiction, primarily fantasy

favourite movie genre. slashers, kids movies

favourite season. autumn. spooky tiem

favourite curse word. He doesn't really LIKE swearing, it's just part of his dialect; but he does say " prick " and " bastard " more than most

favourite scent. campfire, a wellcooked meal

F U N   S T U F F .

bottom or top. depends on what his partner wants, but mostly top

loud burper or soft burper. AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE

sings in the shower. He prefers baths but yes

likes bad puns. DUH

their opinion on the mun - " He's a lil' out of sorts, definitely got issues, but.. he's alright. "

TAGGED BY - @nautikids TAGGING - steal it cowards

[mrvelseb]

LOOK A CULTIST!

" WHERE?! "

[mrvelseb]

you uuuuh good there Bobby-

he stops laughing, turning slowly toward the sound of the voice. his smile was wide and wicked.

" ... little lamb, why did you follow ol' Bob? didn't your mother teach you better manners..? "

[mrvelseb]

huff.... huff...

his vision was blurry, everything felt like it was spinning; he felt as though he might depart from his own body. hands coated in violent red as he stares down at the body of whatever unfortunate soul decided to cross his path when they have him by his chains...

the body.. it was mangled beyond recognition. the devil's claws had torn apart the helpless one's skin, taken eyes from sockets; taken arms and torn them from the body. twisting and tearing the innards which spilled from a huge and rather brutal incision done by his bare hands. some of their organs were haphazardly tossed aside, the beast's deed having been to destroy as much as possible.

he growled, sounding more like an angered bear than a man, dropping to his knees and feeling his body begin to shake. running bloodied hands through his hair, he squeezes his eyes shut; just ignore it, push it away, don't let them take over you.

.. it started as a soft sob, eyes wide and wildly looking around; like he didn't know where he was. his weeping slowly shifted into laughter, which in turn shifted to maniacal cackling as he pulled his hair and stared up at the forsaken starry sky. that damned, starry sky...

he can't fight it. he can't fight them. not when they're watching...

[mrvelseb]

[mrvelseb]

Ann looks up at him, squinting slightly before crossing her arm,

“ You gave my friends some real problems you know. I know you can snap me like a twig but yknow what? I’m not afraid to say this to your face, you’re a real jackass! “

— from @anthropology-major

" ... sorry miss, I ain't got a clue who you or your friends are. If they were being bothersome in my diner, I ain't got no sympathy. "

[mrvelseb]

Salem: How did you break your leg? Bob: Do you see those porch stairs? Salem: Yes. Bob: I didn't.