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toes sepulchered for months and months in dust are wiggling off their crust. . .
Indie Multi Muse feat. Muses from :: IT , American Horror Story, Dc, Stranger Things, DMC, Resident Evil, Cyberpunk 2077.
an independent FANDOMLESS CHARACTER.
❝ Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality. They keep me locked up in this cage, Can't they see it's why my brain says RAGE ? ❞
penned by :: P L A G U E. . . . you can find my carrd HERE !
an independent FANDOMLESS CHARACTER.
❝ Break your teeth and break your heart Hit you where it hurts and all Sweetest bitch you’ve ever known. . . ❞
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THE GREAT DECEIVER’S CRYSTAL BLUES SNAP BACK TO HER, and he’s left furrowing his brow for a moment, confusion etched into his visage but as she grows silent he looks away, his eyes drifting to look over the bedroom once more, his hands flexing slightly to placate his desire to fidget as he attempts to understand what she had said. It sounds so very simple and yet…not, not for someone like him. It’s why everyone had given up on him, he just couldn’t grasp such simplicity, not that he could stop himself when it really came to it. He just wasn’t worthy of love, compassion nor any essence of support. He was to be A L O N E. He was too SUFFER. Michael’s eyes drift back at the mention of suicide, sympathy flashing for a brief moment as a solemn breath is taken in, a slow nod following to show he believed and understood her as the breath escapes and with it the release of tension built up by her confession. Was it common for people to kill themselves?
“—-Me, worried about YOU being a psycho?” Lips curl there, a short giggle following as he looks down to his lap before looking back to her, with a somewhat refreshed expression, “…Certainly NOT. I’ve seen people here who are, I won’t name names…but you, no. NEVER.” He’d shake his head to show that was the furthest thought when he looked at her. “…you look like you wouldn’t hurt a fly…but…I’m sorry that happened to you, you seem very nice…” There’s a break, a look of uncertainty flourishing before he decides to follow through with his question. “Violet, is it COMMON for people to…kill themselves?” With such a question there is an air of vulnerability present, perhaps insight that he was still young mentally regardless of his body, he was naïve, impressionable and unknowledgeable about the darkness of this world even though he had murderous intentions.
im just sending this on a whim and to give you some love - you're incredibly talented,and bring your muses to life in a way i love,i love when muns can do that so easily,and you do just that even though i know some days it may not always be easy to do but you're doing wonderful 🖤 chaotic or not,all of your muses are lovely and well written. anyways,i hope this makes you smile a tiny bit and hope you have a good day or night 🖤
ur too nice pls im cry omg. thank u for being so sweet ! !
Camping Starters ! // ‘ did you remember to bring the marshmallows? ’ // @turnedahero
“—-We couldn’t make smores if I forgot em.” Spoken in a matter-of-fact way, her brows are pulled together for a moment in thought before she’s turning back to her backpack, hands riffling through it until she pulls out the bag of marshmallows, a sigh of relief following after. “ The real question is if you brought the Pepsi.” It’s not like Susan would buy anything like that for her, instead she’d just constantly tell Max that it’d rot her teeth out and in return Max would rebel whenever she could. Max loved going to see her father for that simple fact he let her be a kid, and Susan always made her feel like she wasn’t growing up quick enough. One of the reasons she’s spending her weekend with Billy instead of her father is based on such a dynamic. Susan and him had been fighting again and with it came the consistent tug of war between her parents, lately it centered around Susan and Neil wanting to move and with Susan having custody it didn’t give her father many options. The intruding thought of moving leaves the redhead boiling with bitter resentment towards Neil and Susan and she can’t help but wonder if Billy feels the same. Least tonight she’s camping with him on the beach for one of the last times. It certianlly beat being at home with Susan, Max didn’t even want to see her. “Don’t tell Susan about it, she’ll get super mad if she finds out I had anything with sugar in it.” Knees are pulled to her chest, her stormy hues drifting to watch the thrashing of the swells, her nose breathing in the salty air as a fist clenches tightly around the marshmallows, “…Billy…How long do you think we have left till we have to move?”
camping starters!
Pronouns / context can be changed as you see fit.
‘ did you remember to bring the marshmallows? ’
‘ oh god, there’s so much poison ivy out here! ’
‘ you’re going to have to pry my phone from my cold, dead hands. ’
‘ wanna go skinny dipping in the lake? ’
‘ give me my clothes back, _______ ! ’
‘ there are dead bugs in the tent. no way am i sleeping in there tonight. ’
‘ why’d you have to choose such a rocky spot to pitch the tent? ’
‘ dude, _______ got so sunburned hiking today. ‘
‘ i think i swallowed a gnat. ’
‘ what do you mean you forgot the bug spray!? ’
‘ i hate camping so much. ’
‘ augh! there’s no cell service! ’
‘ who wants to tell spooky stories? ’
‘ i’m pretty sure i have an inch thick layer of ash on my skin. ’
‘ a bear got into our food supply last night. ’
‘ not gonna lie, but i did the best dive into the lake. _____ can testify. ’
‘ dude, you have so much chocolate on your face right now. ’
‘ be lucky you can stand to pee. i got like, five bites when i accidentally sat on an ant hill. ’
‘ ________ accidentally fell in the poison ivy and now s/he/they’re covered in red splotches. ’
‘ the sky is so beautiful when there’s no light pollution to block it. ’
‘ are you awake? ’
‘ whose turn is it to get the firewood? ’
Billie Lourd as Montana Duke in American Horror Story: 1984 “Red Dawn” (9.05)
TYPICAL OF HIM TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO HIS GUTAIR, and when she says his name it shows with how he merely grunts in response, his metallic fingers strumming slowly. It isn’t until the second mention of being bored that he lifts his head, oynx hues glacing at Alt. "—–The fuck you wanna go do?“ It sounds harsh, but he sets the guitar down on it’s stand, his hands reaching for a pack of smokes and his zippo. A cigarette is lit, the smoke inhaled, "I’m not really in the mood to go to a bar so. . .” Smoke leaks from his lips as he speaks. “. . .how about we head out to a sushi house? Something descreate so it can just be us?” Ashes are flicked into a ashtray before he offers her a shrug. Perhaps it sounds romantic, but truthfully Johnny was getting sick of strangers coming up to talk to him as often as they were. It’s why he rarely left his apartment unless he was working or playing a gig. He hadn’t really grabbed any groceries lately, instead settling for odd and ends foods, beer, and smokes from the gas station accross the street. He had the money, just not the desire but for her sake he figures he'll humor her. “Shit. . .even fastfood sounds good."
ONYX TALONS TEAR A HEART FROM A NAMELESS CORPSES CHEST, scarlet decorating the brick building behind her with the quick motion. The body is then dropped to the ground with a loud T H U D. “. . .dunno what you’d find more interesting than mutilation . . .“ Painted lips curl, the heart in hand dropped to the ground, before being lightly kicked at the male. “ least for a normal person this would be enough, but something is telling me you aren’t excatly normal, now are you?”
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@callofthesnakes continued from here !
BEFORE THE COUNTESS, HE WOULD OF NEVER LOVED ANOTHER. . .Natacha was such an exceptional woman, the light of his life and the very thing that lit the flame of his passions, and he had loved her as a wolf had loved the moon. For the best parts of their lives the two of them had danced hand in hand, the love they shared never faltering. . .least not until he had invited a nervous actress into their lives. He had been selfish, and for so long he was reminded of his selfishness. . .and now to see the brunette after so long, he almost wants to cry but he settles for closing his eyes as Natacha cups his cheeks, a slow breath escaping his nostrils.
“Il mio amore…” Dark eyes reopen, resting at half-mast as he gazes at her longingly, “…It is I that pushed you away, and I paid quite a price for doing so. In all my time locked away in the Cortez, I never once stopped thinking about you, Natacha…I dreamed of having this chance and now that I do…I wish to never lose you again. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, bellissima?” Lips curl to offer a faint smiles his visage moving into her touch before he lifts a hand to take one of hers, a kiss pressed to the back of her hand, “We could leave everything behind like we planned all those years ago.”
@violetiine continued from here !!
HELL WOULD PROBABLY FREEZE OVER BEFORE A CUSTOMER WALKED IN, least that’s what Steve had thought…an hour was a fairly long time to have the store empty, so far as he deduces it’s just another slow night, another few bucks in tips if he’s L U C K Y, so much for earning some gas money ! There’s a sigh as Steve leans against the counter, glancing over to Violet as he crosses his arms across his chest.
“—-Look, much as I don’t want to admit it you are totally right. This is completely lame. ” Violet earns a loud sigh, Steve’s eyes rolling for a moment, “…I could literally think of like…A thousand things I’d rather be doing on a Saturday night—-not that working with you bores me or anything. I just…This place suuuucks, and no amount of free ice-cream makes up for it. I can’t believe I took the job offer over that and meeting girls either. ” One day he’d let his boss have it, course he’d need to be doing A LOT better than he was at the present moment, if he just quit his dad would certianlly NOT be happy. "—–speaking of that, why the hell would you accept this job? Was it me? I know I’m like…the hot gossip in the mall.“ A smile followed by a chortle at his sarcastic inflation of ego, "But SERIOUSLY, what made you wanna come here almost every day for the rest of whenever?”
THEY SAY YOU FIND LOVE IN UNEXPECTED PLACES, Oswald would certainly agree with such a sentiment after spending the time he has with the Harlequin…and to think one R A I N Y day had sealed their fate. It was quite amusing, but the fact she hadn’t recoiled, the fact she cups his cheeks causes rose to the surface at the tip of his nose as his lips twitch with uncertainty. Anticipation exists in his lungs, his breath staled as he waits to hear her response… .and once he does he can’t help but laugh, his nose burning slightly as tears swell in his icy hues, if God is playing games with him once more, hope would be discarded amongst his failures and he’d continue on, an ache in his chest, an ache there would be no cure for…and as much as that FEAR breathes on the back of his neck he smiles, his gaze falling as a nervous chortle escapes him as his touch moves to grab her hands, squeezing gently before returning the kiss she had initiated. The words that follow cause him to glance up, a breathy chuckle escaping him as he pulls back.
“Dove, I believe that’s what I’m supposed to say.” Oswald speaks with a smile, “…However, I admit it sounds rather lovely coming from your mouth.” Lips find purchase on the back of one of her hands before he escorts her to the patio table outside the Dahl Mansion, “I know…this isn’t easy for you, after everything you have been through but…the only thing I have ever wanted was for someone to understand me, you have given that to me without me even daring to ask, which is far more than I can say about those I considered close friends…I haven’t felt quite at home with someone else as I have with you…you are truly a magnificent woman and I am positively humbled that you share such sentiments with a man like me. I will do everything I can to make you happy and if I ever fail to deliver, please tell me.” A short nod would follow as his hand leaves the warmth of Harley’s, instead moving to pull a chair out near the patio furniture, a hand gesturing for her as he smiles, taking his own seat once he’d push her chair in. Slowly, Oswald scoots in, his eyes lifting to meet hers once more and he takes in the sight of her visage…The sun had rested against her pale cheeks, making her look warm and well cared for. It makes him proud knowing that he had such a positive impact on her. She had changed many things for him as well, before her, he had lost someone who he loved, someone who wanted him to be in pain, and perhaps without her arrival, he would’ve never managed to recover from losing both a lover and his closest friend. "Dinner should accompany us soon with a glass of wine should you wish to indulge. I’d say today warrants a bit of celebration, don’t you?“
R E A C H O U T & T O U C H F A I T H
SUCH A DEVILISH SMILE IS ABSORBED, and if this meeting wasn’t deciding the value of her mortal life, he might’ve returned the expression with a hum of delight. Michael finds it funny, really, how all the people in the various outposts he has visited always tried to get on his GOOD side, and yet here was one very peculiar creature who didn’t seem to really care if she made it to Sanctuary or not, how chaotic !
“…Suppose you and I think alike.” A murmur, one accompanied with the drifting of glaciers as he glances to the crackling fireplace, “ Quite funny though isn’t it? People used money to secure the spots and now money is completely worthless, as are many of their lives.” Temptation rests there, wondering if he should finish the thought, "——least as I witnessed in around…five other outposts when I visited. Fair to say that right now this and two other outposts are all we have to find people capable of reviving the human race.” A lie from the Jackal’s mouth, and how he smiles with a contorted grin, “…TRULY, IT'S SUCH A SHAME.” There’s a brief shrug of his shoulders followed by an airy chortle of delight. As the blonde stands, his eyes slowly drift back to her, the morbid amusement draining to a blank slate as she approaches him, outside of that no clear reaction to the invasion of his space could be noted, truly he didn’t have any problems with his space being invited, though he is curious to why she’d get so close.. Once she shows signs of wanting to whisper, he leans closer to hear her with a furrowed brow, “ I assure you anything you say won’t be THAT shocking to me.” There’s no effort to scoot away as she joins him atop the desk, instead he turns to face her, his left foot meeting the floor as his right rests against the desk.
He’s pleasantly surprised by her words, his lips curling ever so slightly, “…well…i suppose it’s safe to say that Valentine’s Day was marked down as the worst holiday of their lives until ‘Doomsday’, assuming they perished of course. I am most curious about their reaction while opening your gift. Did you wrap it? Seal it with a sparkly red ribbon—-perhaps. . .you even addressed it to the family from an unnamed suitor…Unless you made it obvious that you were to blame? That’d be quite EVIL of you, Jackie.”