#anihilist

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤ" was it worth it? " a single lightbulb hung down from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the room as shards of glass crunched underneath heavy boots as she stands over him — inky, wild eyes watching on with less joy than she'd anticipated. she couldn't help but to feel like it was her own chest that she was stepping on when she pressed firm against his ribcage; pinning him on his back whilst her other foot stands idly on the chain attached to his cuffs to apply enough pressure to tug.

ㅤㅤ" making me fall for someone as fucked up as you? all for a sick fucking prank? oh, HA HA HA! isn't sasha such a fucking fucked-up loser? is that what you would say about me? " her shoe twists against his chest, applying just a bit more pressure before pulling it back and dropping to squat by his side; cradling at her bloodied knees. " i could've been the best fucking thing to happen to you. we could've done anything together— been everything together. " her words were strained, an unfamiliar emotion making her voice tremble as a small hand moves to unsheathe the karambit from the inside of her left boot. " and now, frank— i'm going to be the worst thing to happen to you. "

closed starter for @anihilist. oops...

[pantichrist]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌  𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉  𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊  𝖎𝖘  𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌  𝖆  𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖊.      day  after  day,     the  same  routine,     the  same  orders  from  a  creature  too  cowardly  to  show  herself  beyond  fog  and  spiderly  tendrils  from  the  sky.     𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦  ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠  𝑖𝑡.     there's  nothing  to  do  in  these  realms  but  hunt  and  she's  too  full  and  too  bored  to  care  for  it  any  more.   out  of  all  of  the  labyrinth's  she  finds  herself  trapped  in,     this  one  is  her  least  favorite.     ormond  is  cold.     too  cold.   𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚊  𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍,     𝚊  𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚗  𝚘𝚏  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.     the  snow  here  doesn't  excite  her  the  way  it  did  when  she'd  first  seen  it.     the  urge  to  build  a  snowman  has  left  her  and  the  sound  the  ice  makes  as  it  crunches  under  the  heavy  weight  of  her  boot  is  now  one  she's  grown  to  hate.     but  at  least  there  is  fire  inside  to  warm  herself  by.     a  hand  is  pushing  away  cobwebs  from  an  old  bottle  of  liquor  behind  the  bar  when  the  sound  of  a  creaking  floorboard  draws  her  attention  to  the  lobby.      "stop  creepin'  around,     frank."      she  doesn't  have  to  look  to  know  it's  him.     𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖎𝖘  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒,     𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗  𝖆𝖑𝖑.    she  pulls  the  cork  from  a  bottle  of  vodka  with  her  teeth,     spits  it  out  before  taking  a  long  sip  and  making  her  way  back  to  the  fireplace.      "you  could  do  with  a  makeover  in  here,  yanno.     if  seasonal  depression  were  a  place,     this  would  be  fuckin'  it.     it's  drab  as  fuck." / @anihilist

[cemeterysgirl]

"You don't owe me or anyone else an explanation. But..."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" but what? "

ㅤㅤsasha liked frank. liked what she did with him. violence interwoven with intimacy, unsure when one ended and the other began. but what she didn't like was the time between hunts. the days, and the nights, when she'd have to go back to normal. if she could ever be such a thing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" but you're still asking. "

ㅤㅤand sasha hated questions. got angry when asked too many. but he'd only asked one, but it was the important one. was it you? didn't know how to answer, because she wasn't ashamed of what she'd done. if anything, she was proud. he'd had so much control over her since a young, primitive age, and so it had only seemed fitting that she'd end his control; but only by ending his life.

ㅤㅤshe'd been careful, meticulous, even. but killing alone, taking a life without frank by her side... she'd never been in a relationship to know what it was like, but it sure felt like cheating. anger and defensiveness combined, bubbling to make an outburst; back still turned to him as she aggressively scrubbed at the blood that had long since been washed from under her fingernails.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" yes, it was me— yes, he deserved it. is that what you want to hear? "

a meme for muses who can't open up.

[fatalsmile]

Their main song: die for you - the weeknd / I remember you - Skid Row / Blind Faith - Warrant

The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: love of a lifetime - firehouse

A Song to play in the background of a battle: fight for me - heathers the musical

The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: forever - kiss

The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: the unforgiven II - metallica

The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: one in a million - trixter

The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: bad idea, right? - Olivia Rodrigo

The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: birds of a feather - billie eilish

@anihilist said: SEND '🎶' + A SHIP AND I'LL CHOOSE A SONG BASED OFF ﹙♔.﹚— prompt › accepting

[fatalsmile]

[text]: Babe, you just left two minutes ago. Are you even out of the driveway yet? [text]: I miss you too, though. [text]: Are you sure you HAVE to go? 🥺

@anihilist said: [text] i miss you. ﹙♔.﹚— a text prompt › not accepting

[fatalsmile]

[text]: You have to give me more details than that if you want it to be convincing. [text]: Should there be fake sobbing? Should I act like I've been run over? [text]: How dramatic do you need it??? [text]: Dinner with Clive that bad?

@anihilist said: [text] i’m going to need you to call me in ten minutes with a fake emergency. ﹙♔.﹚— a text prompt › not accepting

[fatalsmile]

"You're going to be wrapped in that carpet if you don't get the blood out of it. It's white, Frank! What made you think 'Yeah its a good idea to kill this guy on her white carpet'?" She pouted, she had liked that carpet. "Stop trying to butter me up with your cute and lame pick up lines." It was working damn it.

@anihilist said: Call me a Christmas gift—because I’m already wrapped up in you. ﹙♔.﹚— no prompt › accepting

[fatalsmile]

This felt right, just the two of them and a body at their feet. Each kill seemed to weigh on them both less and less, but why shouldn’t it? They were like gods here. Tilting her head towards him, she raised her mask from her face, tilting her head as she looked him up and down. “You’re a mess, babe.” She teased, turning to face him before taking his hand in hers, admiring the sight of blood covering both of their hands.

Once she was done admiring the contrast of blood and skin she lifted his hand up and taking one of his fingers in her mouth, her tongue swiping over it as she cleaned the blood off with her mouth. Once she was sure not a single speck remained she moved on to the rest of the fingers, one at a time. On the last one, she finally pulled her mouth away before pressing a kiss to his thumb pad, a grin appearing on her face. 

“It’s not as good as your blood.” It was spoken as if the words held romanticism to them, where they probably shouldn't.

@anihilist said: send  me   ‘   🔴   ’   to  generate  a  bloody  scenario  between  our  muses. ﹙♔.﹚— prompt › accepting ( 18. my muse licking blood off your muses finger. )