#abloodredsummer

[championxfthelight]

Starter for @abloodredsummer

Once the woman got close, Alan reached out and pulled her to the alleyway. He made a gesture for her to stay silent before looking back out to the dark streets of New York, or at least, the Dark Presence's interpretation of the Big Apple.

"I don't know what got you here, but you really better hope there's a way out for you somewhere."

[saywhen]

i pop in to say that

@abloodredsummer​ said: i have a picture of bigfoot zalinsky replied: that’s fascinating... does bigfoot drive a car?

[only-we]

❝  i’m not threatening you.  ❞

“You threatening me?”, Jacob replied, a raspy chuckle following that, along with a shake of his head. This was far too fucking amusing. This little teacher of the local backwater school thought she was able to threaten him. Adorable.

“Of course you aren’t.”

The smirk on his face wouldn’t vanish. Who did she think she was? She barely meant anything in their plans. But she had a bunch of pupils. Young folk they could use for the Project. Some were strong. Some smart.

“Relax, Miss, we just wanted to invite your students to our camp. The youth has very little to do around here. They could use some occupation, before they get dumb ideas and into trouble, right?”

@abloodredsummer

[wretchedwaters]

//CONT. @abloodredsummer

The deep silence of the snow covered forest grew long- not even the rustle of wind offered reprieve from the depth of the chilling quiet.. But then it was suddenly broken by a familiar sound. The sound of footsteps. Human footsteps.

Through the frosted brush, the shape of a large man in a black coat came into her view. But he seemed.. Wrong. His mass was great, though distributed in uncanny ways, and he was hunched nearly double to accommodate it. His face was obscured by the shadow of his hood, which was adorned with a skeletal crown.. He certainly cut a more intimidating figure than a lone, injured woman bleeding into the snow.. And yet he remained at a distance, as if he were hesitant to close it.. And in fact he was.

Moreau would not have approached the outsider at all, had she not been injured and so clearly in need of help. It would be needlessly, heinously cruel to leave her to her fate, stuck in the chill as the lycans closed in on the smell of blood. He knew they were close.. It was only his presence now, that kept them at bay.

Tentatively, the Lord crept from his meager cover to approach the injured survivor, his quiet voice wavering as he spoke. “Pl-.. Please.. Let me-.. I will help you.”

[crueltyconstructed]

“You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?”

Imprisoned/Trapped Monster Starters

The Tyrant was subject to no pity for its own condition- sparing such feelings for something so fully unchangeable seemed as pointless as it was inscrutable.

Though the human appeared to think that something horrific had been done to give T-00 life.. Perhaps that was true- perhaps at one time it had been human too, and had seen its humanity excised with clinical precision to make way for something else. Something new. Something grotesque.

But not an inkling of memory remained to determine if this was so. T-00 could remember no time at which it was not exactly as it was now. Always its destructive hands had dwarfed those of any people it had seen, always it had looked down to see the masked faces of its handlers, always it had followed orders- follow, stop, kneel. It had never been what they referred to as a ‘child’, nor had it ever had the same broadness of mind that humanity appeared to possess.

However it could remember a time wherein the orders of its creators thrummed relentlessly in its head- and exactly when that connection had been cruelly severed, leaving their abomination to be undone in flames. Alone. This had awakened something within the Tyrant. Something that burned, scorching and brighter than fire. 

They had left it to die. But it wanted to LIVE.

In the end, T-00 could not say what had compelled its creators to discard it, or even to weave the fabric of its existence to begin with. But it didn’t matter. One way or another, they would all face the flames of the Tyrant’s burning vengeance.

[iamselfmade]

“Wow! It’s great! ... What is it?”

(From the Twister starters I made! Always accepting!!)

Hugh grinned widely at the stranger before turning back to the... contraption... he'd made. His smile vanished. He thought for a moment.

When a button was pressed on the side of it, the arms began flailing around wildly and with gusto. The box holding the mechanisms for moving the arms rocked side to side with the force of the waving.

Hugh tilted his head.

"... I'm not going to lie," he said. "I have no idea."

[facetedspades]

@abloodredsummer​ said: 👂Julian and/or Leon, whichever strikes you!

- Questions - || Accepting

Send 👂and my muse will answer these questions about your muse

Do they think they are a bad person?: No. She’s chaotic, but not bad. Do they think they’re a good person?: Yes Do they find them attractive?: Absolutely Are they a friend or foe?: Friend Save or kill?: Save Kiss or diss?: She may have a smooch or 2

Do they think they are a bad person?: Confusing but not bad Do they think they’re a good person?: Yes Do they find them attractive?: Yes Are they a friend or foe?: Friend! He’ll bring injuries to her because he trusts her Save or kill?: Save Kiss or diss?: She can have 1 smooch if she behaves

[rayzoccultt]

@abloodredsummer​ said:  “ you're pretty amazing. you know that, right?”

the blush that covers ray’s cheeks is unmistakable as he ducks his head and smiles. he can’t help it. he’s grateful for the praise and glances back at her with love in his eyes. “thanks, ruby... it means a lot comin’ from someone as amazing as you, though,” he beams, caught in her beautiful gaze (he wouldn’t have it any other way).