A cut for you, a cut for me...

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[sanguine-salvation]

“Have you ever looked into your own eyes, stared through the windows of the soul and probed deep beneath the surface, into the awful heart of yourself? I did once. And look where it’s got me!”

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;ic || knives out

look into my eyes || starters

eyes in the dark || headcanons

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pass it on || dash games

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through angel’s eyes || aesthetics

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[sanguine-salvation]

In Viktor's Siren!Verse, their monstrous transformation actually gives them a crucial weakness: they're a water creature now, and therefore become weaker when kept from any water for long periods of time. This results in fatigue, nausea, malaise really, and definitely no singing powers. It's honestly an easy way to detain them and imprison them. Well, if you can catch them to begin with.

[sanguine-salvation]

Any ring you want.

[ Married for three days. ]

Those icy blue eyes fell on the face of fear itself without any of their own. They lingered there, something that was dangerously close to surprise growing across their features as they processed the words.

"Ah, any, you say?" They practically sing-song back at him. "Ha, now that'd be a first for me to wake up to. It'd be fun news for once~" They softly laughed, eerie melodic, until they slowly stopped. They looked at their dearest Professor with a more earnest expression.

Now, Viktor couldn't rightly say they remembered all of last night, though they knew well that they had found themselves happily lounging about Crane's domain, perhaps feeling themself too much like an alley cat basking on warm stones in a room others would only feel the bone-deep chill of terror and death in, watching him work with lazy eyes, marveling at long thin fingers moving like spider legs across an intricate weave of chemistry.

It probably didn't help that a little intoxication on dubious chemicals and the thrill of adrenaline was not necessarily out of the realm of possibility, either. But surely, they'd remember that.

Though, maybe it was silly of them. After the cuts and bruises of a marriage that never came, yet that they couldn't find it in themself to pretend that the idea now, here, with him, wasn't bullthorns and briars they'd so very eagerly jump and lay in again with a laugh and a grin and reckless abandon. After all, he was the only one to look at them as if he saw the Angel buried beneath the rotting blood and bone and gristle...

But this was not the confines of their foolish zombie skull and all its wanderings. This was outside. They blinked again.

Stared at him.

Then their eyes went wide. "... Ah, wait. You are—" Serious. "Are we...?"

[ Viki is married to Crane for 3 days. :3c ]

[sanguine-salvation]

They're filing their nails. "Ah, what is it... 'fuck around and find out'? Yes. Close enough."

[bishopinblue]

WINGS RP STARTERS

(sender to receiver):

"Oh no! Your wings!"

"Are they supposed to bend that way?"

"Will they heal on their own?"

"Stop flapping! You're going to make it worse."

"Will they grow back?"

"Do they make it hard to walk? Your wings, I mean."

"OW! Watch where you're swinging those things."

"They're just glorified extra limbs. There's nothing special about them."

"They're pretty!"

"Are you going for a fly? Can I come?"

"Are they warm? They look warm."

"Can I touch them?"

"Relax! You'll still be able to fly again."

"Maybe I should clip your wings for good this time!"

(actions):

Sender hides under receivers wings from the rain.

Sender touches receivers wing to feel it.

Sender jumps on receivers back between their wings.

Sender is blown back from receiver flapping their wings.

Sender pulls on the tip of receivers wing to get their attention.

Sender lifts receivers wing.

Sender firmly grips receivers wings to hold it in place.

Sender pulls receivers wings to try and rip them from their back.

Sender cuts into receivers wing.

Sender is knocked back from receiver hitting them with their wing.

Sender falls back to be caught by receivers wing.

Sender get's smacked by receivers wing.

Receiver extends wing to protect sender.

Receiver nudges sender with wing to get them to walk.

[festivalprincess]

I will be married to the next person in my ask for three days.

[sanguine-salvation]

“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.” Joker hummed tapping her, quite literal, blood red lips.

[ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 - ACCEPTING ]

Maybe they had been, lounging off to the side like a lazy cat, eyes locked on her face for a long damned time. They really did look blood red, like they were skinned clean off, or like the glistening maw of some vicious beast as it devoured its weight in some prey's guts, still with those sharp light teeth gleaming from behind them.

They had a certain beauty to them, in that way. A bluntness, honesty that tore through the carefully woven social gossamer zombies wrapped themselves in. They admired her for that much, despite everything.

"Hm?" They roused, and in an instant their own teeth bared in a smirk. They hadn't realized they had let their fingers be smudged black as they so lightly brushed their own lips in thought. " Why, yes, I was surprised how long you were actually quiet for, dear! It gave me a chance to admire the color."

[sanguine-salvation]

“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”

[ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 - ACCEPTING ]

"Oh, is there a question? Am I not pointy enough?" A viciously giddy smile crosses their face, clearly delighted at the chance to play. Ahahaha, I must be losing my edge~"

They lean in closer, dragging their fingertip, the edge of their nail, up Hieron's collarbone and along all the gentle curves of their skin; up the groove of their throat by path of their jugular, to the soft vulnerable flesh under their mandible, all the way up until they firmly cup that jaw and tilt their head up in thoughtful adoration— even though Hieron's already taller than them by a good few inches. They rub their thumb across the lipstick, painting their skin with a pretty little smudge.

"Maybe I should get closer."

[thunderousmemes]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

(suggestive roleplay starters for muses tangled in tension, attraction, and everything they’re trying not to say)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight.”

“You should really stop standing that close… unless you’re trying to make a point.”

“Your heart’s racing. Is it fear, or something else?”

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Say my name again. Slower.”

“If I leaned in right now, would you stop me?”

“Careful—keep staring and people might notice what you’re thinking.”

“You always smell like trouble.”

“You make it hard to remember why this is a bad idea.”

“If you wanted me to leave, you would’ve made me by now.”

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“You really don’t need to touch me to make your point… but I’m not complaining.”

“Do you always breathe this heavily when someone’s near you?”

“You’re shaking. Is that anger—or anticipation?”

“You shouldn’t be this close to me. I might take it the wrong way.”

“I think you like testing my patience.”

“You don’t have to say anything—your body already did.”

“One step closer, and you’ll find out exactly what I mean.”

“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”

“This is dangerous, you know that.”

“For once, I’d like to know what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”

“Do you really think I came here for conversation?”

“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.”

“If I touch you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“You look like sin dressed up in restraint.”

“You’re not helping by looking at me like that.”

“This tension is going to break eventually. Might as well decide how.”

“You always show up when I’m trying to forget you.”

“I should go—but I don’t want to.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

“You keep pretending it’s just banter. It’s not.”

“Maybe we’re both too stubborn to admit what this is.”

“If I told you I’ve thought about this before, would that scare you?”

“This is dangerous, but gods, it feels right.”

“You’re trembling—don’t tell me you’re not feeling this too.”

“You can’t keep playing with fire and expect not to get burned.”

“Don’t look at me like that. I might forget how to be decent.”

“Every time you leave, I pretend I don’t care. I’m a terrible liar.”

“If this is a mistake, it’s one I’ll make twice.”

“You make temptation look far too easy to love.”

[sanguine-salvation]

What does your soul look like?

a shadowed figure within a void

You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

tagged by || @gin-n-chthonic tagging || whoever wants to, you and you and you, tag me back so I can see!

[goth-queen]

[shiromemes]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

[nouvomond]

Send MIND READER for a nsfw thought my muse has had about yours.

[sanguine-salvation]

*Holding up Marg as their worst nightmare romantic candidate-* (I FOUND IT FUNNY BUT ALSO WHEN YOU'RE MONSTERS-)

[ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! - ACCEPTING ]

"Ahahaha, now wouldn't that be fun! Our existence alone that close together would practically be a crime to poor society's eyes! ... Not that I'm shy about that, of course."

// NIGHTMARE COUPLE MARG AND VIKI AT BOTH THEIR MOST MONSTROUS POINTS, GODS THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE AND GREAT ACTUALLY ADKFJGHADFKG

[cutecapybarapics]

[sanguine-salvation]

@smilingwrxith replied to your post “What… what is a BBno$…”:

"The fact that you don't know is a crime in itself............"

"To be fair, they don't let me have music in my enclosure anymore." Girl, don't even start, BBno$ has been around longer than you were in the slammer. Turn on a radio once in a while.

"Fine, fine. I'll educate myself. What a strong reaction for a musician..."

[sanguine-salvation]

@z-z-zinthos replied to your post “What… what is a BBno$…”:

Musical artist. I only know one song, but I found it an enjoyable step out of my musical comfort zone.

"Ah, is that so? I admit, I'm not as up on the radio as I used to be."