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@shivverings
(Smoke and broken leaves, up close what a mess, wet red glass, […] Don’t let it come to this, we said before it did.)
Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986 (via violentwavesofemotion)
To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.
Anaïs Nin (via fiercysoul)
Innocence, once lost, can never be regained. Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost.
John Milton, Paradise Lost (via moon-quotes)
✖ AM I TOO LATE
SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: ✖ punching them
The resounding ‘ crack ‘ that fills the the room in the wake of Kyara’s fist colliding hard with his jaw leaves behind a silence that’s deafening---- Malcolm’s ears are ringing and he’s quick to recoil; a stumble backwards, before he catches his balance and brings a hand towards his face. Everything in it’s rightful place, though there’s a sizable split over lip and it’s quickly staining his teeth and fingertips red with the sharp taste of copper. Surprisingly, he isn’t angry; any shred of frustration towards her leaks into something much different as he recovers and straightens his stance----- spits blood to the hardwood, before a grin that is wicked and painted scarlet breaks over his features. And then? Laughter; cackling in a low rumble, before he’s stepping closer to her, a glint of cruel amusement in his gaze as stained fingers reach to cradle her jaw and admire the anger licking flames into her eyes. Excitement pets at something else deep in his gut and there’s an unexpected edge of lust to his tone when he speaks, thumb leaving a smudge of red when he drags it over plush bottom lip.
❝ Did that feel good? D’you wanna do it again? ❞
it’s oc appreciation day? omfg. ok. so here is a list of babes that i completely adore. if you’re not following then you’re hella missing out, tbh.
@lamourhaine - maddie is one of the best people ok. she’s so sweet and just a general joy to everyone. bless her so much. dreamy sigh. her muses are so well development and its obvious just how much maddie cares about her muses. i love watching them grow and often catch myself reading threads that dont involve me bc i just adore them all.
@discourd - ayee !! ezra is so nice. we haven’t really talked much occ but ive been following jude since he was dakota ok. 1000/10 oc here. so much detail and development has gone into him and i cry. i loveeee the way you write. probably one of the best writers ive ever gotten the pleasure to write with.
@shivverings - what a babe !! lyssa is such a blessing to me. i couldnt ask for a better friend. malcolm is bae af. i love how much work you have/continue to put into him, honestly. he’s such an interesting and complex character. i find myself hooked 100%.
@biirdbone - the cutest lil angel!! a lot of people really fuck up angels in my opinion. they make them too…sweet. but you add such depth to emma that it’s insane. i love how much you care about her and how much time and thought you put into her story. i would def read a book written on that sweet baby, ngl. plus, maisie is a total sweetheart.
@gatorbcne - tina !! you’ve been a crying shoulder for me in the past and i can’t thank you enough for that. but abel..what a gem. i dont think you need me telling you just how much everyone loves him. you work so hard on your muses and it shows! you’re an amazing writer and i will continue to admire you so much, ok? any muse you make is bond to be just pure perfection.
@noblehigh - we haven’t talked much but i love your character !! i’d love to write sometime bc you seem like such a talented person, ngl. i find myself always laughing or smiling at your occ post so that’s always a plus to my dash. i love how much you love twd and alanna masterson too.
@fxrechild - SO. we haven’t really talked much either but ive been following your oc since i made my matthew page. i adore her so much. shes a major cutie. i love how much backstory you’ve added and all the little details that make her up. shes a wonderful character and i’d love to write with you sometime!
there is so many more that i wanna add but these are the few that i’m close with/have been admiring for a while now !!
( tiny fawn )
+ @shivverings
❛ you still like me, don’t you? ❜
she’s ever so hopeful as doe eyes stare towards the other. it takes no time until she’s scooting tiny form to rest on his lap. needy little thing. you’ll have to excuse her today.
Malcolm regards her for a moment; eases into a warm familiarity, before allowing porcelain limbs to clamber her into his lap. Brows knit into a furrow and tongue wets his mouth, before he’ll answer her, head leaning back against the headrest of the chair he occupies. Silly girl.
❝ What kind’a question is that, angel-face, you haven’t done me any wrong----- ?? Christ. You still like me, right? ❞
♀
SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: ♀ proposing marriage
A low cackle crawls up from the chasm of Malcolm’s throat;surely a joke of a suggestion. A great sense of humor, a truthsaid in a tone that might tug this side of playful and he’ll shakehis head— the animal coiled within snaps pointed teeth.
❝ I murdered my late wife with a pair of pump pliers. ❞
( daddy darkness )
Oh that was delicious. When those eyes go black, a claw drags over his bottom lip. Fuck he could eat this dark thing alive. He grins widely as Malcolm tells him the story of murdering his wife. He snorts and starts laughing. “Wonderful.” he gently runs a claw along the other’s jawline. “Everything is vanilla to me… and that’s not what gets my rocks off.” he smirks. “I’m the one who created Hell, and it’s true ruler…” he cracks his neck. “I am the origin of Darkness, I created Darkness.”
In the very pit of his stomach, Malcolm is aware that he’s encountering one of the very few people who could end him for good. He doesn’t find fear in this, only peace, and not only because Insanity cannot remember the last time he had felt genuine fear kick in to help aid in the animal instinct to survive----- but also because the thought of an end, brings with it, some sort of comfort. Oh yes, Malcolm knows his place and knows when he’s been bested, so all that remains now is the urge to cling to and leech from the delicious amount of darkness placed before him. A claw drags over bottom lip and a wet tongue pets over the flesh in its wake---- Insanity will lean into each touch granted, impressed with the answer as he attempts to process it.
❝ Well, holy shit. Or not-so-holy shit. So, Christ, nothing gets your rocks off then. What are you doing here, if you’ve got more important things to do? No one chooses limbo for themselves. ❞
♀ !!! this should be interesting. ILY
SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: ♀ proposing marriage
A snort; short and huffed out in brief laughter through flarednostrils, before Malcolm throws her a pointed look. Does heneed to say it? The answer is written all over his face.
❝ What the hell do you want enough that you’re willing to drop anchor for it? And the answer is no, by the way. ❞
I’m doing a lot of re-working Malcolm’s ‘ about ‘ pages / background and !! heavily considering doing away with the personification thing but I dunno hhhh this is a really old blog and could use some clean up in order to make the character more polished; but for now, I’m just gonna redo the theme, I suppose ~
♀
SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: ♀ proposing marriage
A low cackle crawls up from the chasm of Malcolm’s throat;surely a joke of a suggestion. A great sense of humor, a truthsaid in a tone that might tug this side of playful and he’ll shakehis head— the animal coiled within snaps pointed teeth.
❝ I murdered my late wife with a pair of pump pliers. ❞
( holy fucking shit )
“Tell me how you killed her exactly, I might like this story.” he grins. “When the real king of Hell proposes to you, you better fucking believe I don’t give two shits what you’ve done, you’re vanilla as fuck kiddo.” a clawed hand takes Insanity by the chin. “Do you even know what I am?” he asks. He already knew the answer. He was recorded in maybe like 5 books, 1 of which was destroyed, 2 had yet to be discovered and he’d held one of the two that had been. So this kid probably didn’t.
A hand that daggers out into claws cradles the line of Malcolm’s jaw and the touch gives him an energetic reading strong enough to elicit the flicker of heavy eyelids, eyes rolling back with the rush of it, just as pupils bleed out and swallow both of his eyes in complete blackness. Oh yes, interesting, indeed. A low and satisfied purr in his throat, Malcolm arches a brow, inches a bit closer—- his tone carries an edge that’s positively filthy when he relays the details.
❝ They wrote it off as blunt force trauma, but that just caused full-body paralysis. What actually did her in was the severing of the femoral artery when I started dissecting everything piece by piece. & Of course it’s vanilla; there’s a lot worse, but still a fun story and you asked to hear it, just for the sake of getting your rocks off. It’s obvious you’re worlds above me, no need for theatrics. What are you? ❞
( wicked witch )
‘ we can both sit here with smug faces - like you don’t like my nose burried in your ass , but if you face it we both know that you very well do . And honestly , i feel like you don’t have anything else better to do than fuck with a witch . Lucky for you i’m giving you the time of day , malcolm . How much blood’s been on your hands since we last fucked . i mean . talked. ‘
A chuckle at this and a pleased grin paints itself over Malcolm’s mouth. If he’s being honest, he very much appreciates her sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong--- even if he’s annoyed, that’s better than being bored, but she is right--- Malcolm isn’t annoyed. No, there’s a very obvious glint of interest dancing around in the darkness of his gaze.
❝ A lot, doll-face, and it’s been on more than my hands. How many knobs did you have to polish to make you miss mine?-------- or is that not why you’re here? ❞
( angel )
has never really drank anything like that . didn’t know why – she just didn’t . but it burnt her mouth and made her lips feel hot , so she looks down , presses fingertips to her tingling mouth before she’s lifting amber eyes . looks to malcolm – wonders , why he seems so eager to be near her . speak to her . have her close .
another thud . this time , the noise frightens abra so she stumbles forward – into malcolm . noses into his chest and feels a little tremble work down her spine . embarrassing . she quickly rubs at her large eyes , looking over her shoulder – her quivering bottom lip betrays her anxiety . she doesn’t dare move away from malcolm – in a sense , trusting . too trusting . but she can’t seem to help that – doesn’t want him to go now . it’d be too frightening , and she looks down .
abra tugs on malcolm – forces him to nearly bend down so she might rise to her tip - toes . whisper her sweet voice against the shell of his ear – innocent .
❛ … i just want tea . do you have tea . ❜
It is terribly common for him to wander out and spend the night wandering between bars, until he finds one that suits his particular interests for the night; one where he can successfully seduce some pretty little thing and distract himself for a while by fucking out some of the tension that lies coiled within his gut. Typically, those girls don’t exude the same sort of honeyed energy that reaches out and touches him well enough to nearly get his rocks off without even having to bed them. It’s that, that has him attracted, like all dark and nasty things are drawn to those better than themselves.
When Abra startles and falls into him, Malcolm reaches to help catch her balance out of instinct; a palm slotted over the dip of her waist, just before the slope of hipbone. He’ll leave the hand there when she crowds against him---- leans down as a small hand tugs and brings him low enough to accept the softness of her voice against his ear. Oh no----- he’s going to become horribly all-the-more taken by her, if he isn’t careful! A low hum uncurls in his chest and he nods, before wrapping an arm securely around and moving then, to guide her out the door and away from the noise.
❝ I’ve got tea, though I don’t drink it often, if ever. Only when I’m feeling under-the-weather. If you’re particular about your teas, there’s a convenience store about a block away? ❞
♀
SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS: ♀ proposing marriage
A low cackle crawls up from the chasm of Malcolm’s throat;surely a joke of a suggestion. A great sense of humor, a truthsaid in a tone that might tug this side of playful and he’ll shakehis head— the animal coiled within snaps pointed teeth.
❝ I murdered my late wife with a pair of pump pliers. ❞
( holy fucking shit )
Oh the laugh that bubbled up in Amos’s throat was absolutely sinister. Hell if he didn’t love it when the young inhabitants of this planet thought they were tough shit. The sound of bones snapping hits the air and the beautiful visage turns and he’s not human anymore.
“You’re cute.”
Eyebrows lift and Insanity feels a moment’s shock, before he’s all-too-suddenly running tongue over teeth and eyeing up the new set of possibilities laying themselves out in front of him with the pop of bone and the stretch of flesh into something much better. An argumentative tone, but it’s gift wrapped and offered in a purr just dripping of innuendos--- written out with a plain as day ‘want to play?’
❝ Fucking yes, I am cute, and this just got a helluva lot more interesting. ❞