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@smilingwrxith
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE.
LET THE WHOLE WORLD BURN!!"
Ind. Sel. Priv. OC | RP/Ask Blog for Margaret "Maggie"
OC/AU/Canon Friendly | Fluctuating Activity
10+ Years RP Experience
Loved by HikariDana
WARNING!!! DARK THEMES IMMINENT!!!
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Domestic Starter Sentences
Shoving everything into the closet doesn't count as cleaning.
Hey, is the internet down for you too.
Touch the thermostat and I'll kill you.
I asked for a quiet morning, not whatever this is.
And just how long were you going to let me keep watering a fake plant!?
Don't you even think of walking in here with those muddy shoes, I just mopped!
Why would you leave your wet towel on the bed!?
Come here, your hair's sticking up weird.
I said we just needed milk, why did you buy six loaves of bread?
Well maybe I wouldn't have to eat it with a spoon if somebody had done the dishes!
I'm not really sure if we need bleach or a flamethrower for the leftovers in the back of the fridge.
Did you seriously put the empty cereal box back in the pantry?
(insert name here), you have five seconds to explain why my white shirts have all turned pink.
Who left the fridge open?!
You do know you're supposed to wash your used cups, not collect them on your nightstand, right?
You said you’d take the trash out three hours ago.
Hey, have you seen my phone?
I cooked, which means you get to do the dishes.
I'm going shopping, do you want to come?
You couldn't have left me at least a little hot water?!
Stop stealing the covers!
You fell asleep on the couch again. Come to bed.
Isn't that my shirt?
Are we out of milk?
((Y'know honestly
my favorite interactions are always when Marg is at her silliest
like this is a 5'5" woman who could fuck you up in a matter of seconds
but she actively chooses to goof off and fuck around with people (even the ones she hates) because it's funnier that way
idk what trope that could be called but it always brings me joy cause when she actually drops the comedian act and gets dead serious it holds a lot more weight >:3))
@smilingwrxith
"No, but it's just stupid enough to put you off. >:|" *MIDDLE FINGER-* (I'm sorry Anderson-)
A bayonet flashes in his hand, aiming to slice off the (literally) offending hand at the wrist--
PULLING BACK THE MIDDLE BIRD SWIFTLY BEFORE HER POOR FINGIE IS GONE-
"AY AY AY ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'M GONE—"
Poof she goes!!
Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
Margaret thubs over the scar sitting just above her tubetop. It's smooth to the touch, and still tender as though it were a fresh wound. Times like these, she tends to ruminate on what could have been and what currently is. There are a lot of decisions she made to be here today. And it all started with one stupid snack run years ago.
...
The young woman scoffs, and her hand drops from the scar. She could use a smoke right about now.
"Trust me - I usually wouldn't bother. But if I want someone gone enough, they're gone. And if not by my own hand -" he paused as his shadow warped a bit, and a giant, clawed hand shot out, followed by an arm that bent at a jagged elbow, trying to find purchase... only for it to slink back inside with barely a golden-eyed glance. "- I think I've got plenty to spare." another bite of burger, and he absolutely didn't bother covering his mouth as he spoke through it. "So like I said - find something else. I've got my team: me, myself, and my fucked up emotions turned into even more fucked up monsters. Don't need you. Gimme something I want, and maybe I'll swipe you a burger." buy? no. his ass didn't buy this one, either.
As goofy (and annoying) as she seemed, Margaret actually took the time to listen intently to his own method of making people disappear (maybe occasionally eyeing the nearly finished burger still but we're gonna ignore that). His shadow flickers and warps, enough that it catches Margaret's attention for the moment. And that's when her eyes widened in awe at the HUGE jagged claw that came reaching out! She knew his aura was off, but to think he had 'shadow creatures' at his beck and call!
"That's so coooool.......!" Her crimson eyes were practically sparkling. It was genuine, too! Not at all part of the sales pitch act. But, alas, the dark claw that came out from his shadow is gone just as quickly as it had appeared. What a shame...
Still, though, her eyes return to him as he explains further as to what he means by 'something else', unbothered by his lack of manners while chewing. An object, then? What sort of object could a shadow man possibly want? His more than grouchy demeanor doesn't give away much to go off of. Just the 'I care about nothing and hate everyone' kind of vibe.
"Alriiight... Well, what is it thatcha want? Somethin' valuable? Sentimental? Somethin'... strong?
...
A couple of souls??" The demoness tilts her head.
Oh yeah! Big Bunny Marg still exists!! It's much easier to change into since she accepts herself as a more of a monster and isn't fighting against it as hard. Difference is, she's got floppy ears now! And no pale face.
Big Bunny mode is often reserved for 'when people piss her off to a certain point', or... just whenever she feels like it, really. Big Bunny just requires a few extra calories to stay satiated (or a few extra souls).
Luckily, being in this form doesn't hit her limit with the cuffs on her. What she's capable of in this form, however, will force a hard limit on her.
Otherwise if she likes you, expect to be flopped on by a big ol' rabbit-
((Wegh, I was gonna write but
brain's been thrown out of wack so I'm gonna play dinosaurs for a lil bit))
Oh yeah! Big Bunny Marg still exists!! It's much easier to change into since she accepts herself as a more of a monster and isn't fighting against it as hard. Difference is, she's got floppy ears now! And no pale face.
Big Bunny mode is often reserved for 'when people piss her off to a certain point', or... just whenever she feels like it, really. Big Bunny just requires a few extra calories to stay satiated (or a few extra souls).
Luckily, being in this form doesn't hit her limit with the cuffs on her. What she's capable of in this form, however, will force a hard limit on her.
Otherwise if she likes you, expect to be flopped on by a big ol' rabbit-
There is a presence.
It is intitially hard to pinpoint as it has no definitive source; but little time would pass before the being it belonged to turned it's attention towards Margaret. Massive cervidae head twisting away from the gloom, it's silvery antlers glinting in the twilight, four glowing eyes narrow slightly as they study the monstrous woman. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the deity would disappear when the woman blinks and only leave behind a lingering air of curiosity. When had this one had contact with trolls? [ Arnwynn, @crystal-grotto ]
The presence that forms gets Margaret to halt entirely. That's not normal. Not one bit. Crimson eyes quickly scan her surroundings; up and down, side to side. It's not until the presence becomes a strong enough source that she whips around to find... a deer. But not a normal one at all. This one is large, maybe scaly, from what little she could glean from its faded visage. Those four eyes and silver antlers, however, stood out like a sore thumb.
Something about this deer causes Shade to writhe from inside Margaret. The demoness lurches forward, clutching at her chest as the Rabbit within hisses and contorts within her 'cage'. Margaret, herself, bristles at this new danger, but by the time her eyes rise up to meet the creature's gaze again... It's gone. And its presence fades as quickly as it came.
There's a new deity wandering about, and Shade isn't happy about that.
Continued from [x] @lunaferrous
Wow. Maybe jumping in between Luna and whatever the hell that bomb was wasn't the best idea after all. Not that she FIGURED it would be a good idea. She knew it would hurt. Though... there wasn't exactly enough time to knock the bomb away, so... a split-second decision that got her knocked away with Luna.
There's a moment where the demoness lies still, her larger self sprawled out amongst rubble and debris. Everything is a blur. Her head aches, her body ESPECIALLY aches (might be a fractured rib in there), and now her body is being shoved around. Slowly, ever so slowly... a voice begins to pierce the fog.
"Get up...... If you have...sense.... move...! ...are you... killed?!......"
That voice, her words... so fierce and full of bite that you would barely catch the notes of concern behind them. Miss Luna...
...SHIT, THAT'S RIGHT!!!
Margaret awakes with a start, clawing herself back on her feet! She'd come here because she heard the fellow demoness in trouble! Not that she was saving her PURLY because she was an ally, but the mutual benefits! At least, that's what she was having to tell herself.
Her ears perk; the sound of ticking has started again. In a moment of urgency, the large, rabbit-shaped demoness scoops up her ex-boss to start dashing for cover! Miss Luna may not like it, but they were going to need to reapproach this situation with some kind of breathing room!
"...Uh huh.. Do I look like someone who needs help making someone disappear? Try something else." he isn't giving any answers out about the burger, either - and he' taking another bite, those sharp golden eyes locked on her. he's going to eat this burger in its entirety, and he's making a show of it, really. making her watch him eat it. slowly.
Aaand she's pouting.
"Well you could need help!!! You look like someone who'd barely bother to do it yourself anyway cuz yer so bored with everything or something!"
Sales pitch failed. And here she thought she was making a good enough impression! Some people just really didn't like sharing...
"Listen. All I'M sayin' is we cooould make a pretty cool teaaam! I don't bother with normal people. And you smell... Abnormal! Which is why I'm pitching a line here. Feel me??"
Maybe if she tries the award-winning grin with wiggly eyebrows this time, she could make some groundwork-
((Alright! Off to bed with me :3 that's all the creative juice I had for tonight, so, gnight!))
“ What are you? ”
questions only sentence starters
"Mmmm?"
Margaret turns her bloody visage to the woman who happened to be behind her, whoops! Guess this feeding wasn't as secretive in the alleyway as she wanted it to be. Probably no thanks to this fool getting one pitch of a scream out before she sliced his throat open.
One thing she didn't expect to be a thing in her demon hood was human souls tasting as good as they did. They usually sour when a person is miserable or when saturated in fear, so the demoness tries to make the death relatively quick (if she's not making theatrics just for a reaction). The happier someone was before their death, the lighter and fluffier the soul. Like... cotton candy. Or buttercream frosting! She didn't exactly NEED to feed off souls. If it wasn't just for the flavor, then it was to keep Shade quiet.
Regardless, Margaret sizes up the woman before her with those crimson eyes. Thin, either athletic in build or fragile like a twig... Maybe both, even. The young woman smiles, bloodied fangs on full display.
"I ain't a WHAT. I'm a WHO! Thank ya very much." Margaret waggled her finger. "And... I unno if anybody toldja! But yer in th' wrong place.~"
Nicki had seen many things in her life, but this? This was different.
The way the creature moved, ate, she couldn't quite place it. Demonic, mutant or extraterrestrial. Either way, she had been following that target for 3 days, some Hyda nazi whom she had seen sneaking around too many of her coworkers. She was almost annoyed that dinner time couldn't have been a day or so sooner.
"Apologies, it's just that you ate my target."
Hooking her gun back into the holster, a sign she really does not wish to fight the being, she will guesture to whatever is left of the body.
"Im not here to hurt feelings, you're way above my paygrade. That being said if if his phone is still intact, I'd very much appreciate having it, and I will be on my way."
Ah! A fellow Killer after a target! Oh, right. She ate that target. Whoops! The shadows she'd had creeping up the walls finally receded back into her person, as Margaret continues licking blood off her fingers and looking this agent up and down.
"Mm. Phone huh?" Margaret parroted, then looked down at her bare feet, the shackle around her neck clacking gently. "Phone... phone... phone... Oh!"
She reaches down and retrieves the bloodied device in between her fingers. It'd be a wonder as to whether or not any blood had seeped into the more important parts of the phone.
"Talkin' 'bout dis here? What's in it? Is it juicy?~"
@smilingwrxith. Continued from here
Coyote hacks and wheezes, mostly convincingly. A well practiced smoker's cough rattled around their rib cage and throat. "Damn, Mags! It's all I can smell! It's making my eyes water! Like mixing cleaners! A warning next time, please." A couple little brittle coughs, pale tongue sticking out as they fanned their face.
They relented. "Now park your carcass on it before I get spit all over the seat and ruin the leather. Maybe I'll let you sit on the back and we can take it around the block." Giving it a firm pat, "I'll have you know I put in a long shift at the getting-yelled-at factory to lowball an elderly man into selling me this for a couple large less. I'm not letting anybody drive it but me. Not even my own flesh and blood."
"UUUGHHH FIINEEE!!!"
She's parking her carcass on it!! Very upsetly! Oh, hold on a second. Margaret experimentally shifts around on the back seat a bit, listening to the gentle squeaks of leather.
"... Oh shit, that is real leather. You weren't kiddin'!"
Not that Coyote WOULD kid about their dealings in collection-worthy things!
"How much didja lowball th' old man for?? This HAD to be a robbery!"
"I'm down with whatever as long as shit doesn't fall apart on the way." He grabbed an old looking bagpack with various stichtes and patches on it. Motioning for her to follow as he lead her down the alleyway to yet another secret foodplace.
"So where have you been anyway?" He asked, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants.
And Margaret is just as eager to follow! Hopping down from her perch and tailing right behind him.
Ah, right. Disappearance and all.
"Oh y'know, got locked up for a while." It wasn't far from the truth, just a... different kind of locked up.
"It was fuckin' BOORRIINGG. All I wanted to do was get out and hang out with the boys again..." She pouts, but only for a moment!
"What'd I miss while I was gone? Won any awards from the gigs yet?"
