#chalkoutliine

[localmagicalboi]

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one?

                           ✨ @chalkoutliine for SEND A SYMBOL TO FIND OUT VIROTE SRISATI'S VIEWS ON LOVE, RELATIONSHIPS, AND INTIMACY! still accepting.

💗 = would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one?

❝I'm gonna be real with you, buddy. If a guy ever proposed to me in public, I'd have him arrested.❞ You think he's playing? He's not, dude. He's never playing. Not when it comes to the matters of the heart! ❝I want something simple and private. Like, I dunno. Like, over dinner. In a garden, at night. Under the stars. I want it to be an intimate, us moment. Like, my guy better understand that. Some people like that foolishness with the whole town watching. Or, some dumb shit at Disney. I don't. I've had people stare at me enough in life. My friends and family will be lucky if I even invite them to my wedding. I just might have THAT at an abandoned gas station with a hot dog wrapper as the officiator. Having anxiety’s fun!❞

[progeniium]

      they had come for him without warning, and they had taken him even with the fight he put up. off to some unknown place, gaze obstructed by thick, black fabric, until they wanted him to know where he was. some sort of prison-like place, somewhere meant for holding his kind, and hayden was having none of it. he bucks in their grasp, back bending, managing to get his feet high enough to catch on the doorframe, and it’s like trying to force a sleeping bag back into its sheath--- - impossible to get to cooperate.

      a growl, angry, threatening spills from betwixt his lips, fangs bared and snapping, ready to dig into the first hunter he gets close to. at least until one of them cold-cocks him with the end of a weapon and he drops, disoriented for a brief moment as they keep dragging him. it doesn’t dawn on him why he’s even here to begin with until his gaze lifts as they pass by one of the rooms & he spots a familiar face. ‘ --- - erebus? ’

      voice isn’t loud enough to be heard, but he is a sight in itself that he knows the demon won’t take kindly to whomever has them and will most likely slaughter every last hunter here. why he hasn’t already could mean that he’s unable to, and that hayden’ll have to take matters into his own hands. 

surprise starter for @chalkoutliine!!

[ofblackhcnds-archived-blog]

@chalkoutliine

           ( HE’S GRINNING - WHICH IS STRANGE FOR ‘MIKE’ TO DO IN ITSELF. As he approaches, eyes so dark they’re almost black, the alter makes it no secret as to what he has done. Legs stick out awkwardly, akin to a toy that marches upon a wind-up key’s stimulation. )

                            “HAHA-- reaaally getting the hang of this whole BOOODY THING, huh?!”

[rccdytogo-blog]

@chalkoutliine || Liked for a starter. "I here you've been to and back. How hot is it down there, on a scale from 1-10."

[italianbxtch-archive]

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@chalkoutliine

“How have demon hunters not caught onto you looking like that?”

[whydidgodcreate]

@chalkoutliine

Andras’ face never flinched as he gripped the summoner’s throat and held him high against the wall. He would not tolerate being summoned by weak men. They all wanted the same thing: Power, and they would do anything to get it. This was Manhattan, after all, and power came in many forms. Unfortunately for the poor soul who summoned him, Andras wasn’t in the business of giving power. Chaos and fire suited him much better.

 “I don’t appreciate your attempts to confine me.” He growled, taking a moment to glance at the poorly made circle. A wicked grin grew on his lips as he brought a knife to the man’s throat. “But my dogs are hungry.” He ran the blade along his cheek. “And I could go for a snack myself.” He began to laugh before stopping. There was a noise. Someone was at the door. The man tried to scream but his voice was muffled by the marquis’ grip on his throat. Turning his attention back to the man, Andras lowered the knife and shoved it deep into the man’s bowels, dragging it side-to-side before releasing him.

As he headed towards the door, could hear the sound of intestines dropping to the floor, followed closely by the soon-to-be corpse. He wiped his hand on a knitted blanket before turning the knob to reveal a person behind the door.

“Hello.”

[bastardantichrist]

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These are under the cut because it is long!

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Oh lord, there was way drama a while back where a rp partner who is blocked now sent anon harassment to a good friend of mine and got them broken up and he was just all around shitty to Ciar and any other character I had (and other people to) and it just snowballed from there. I really don’t let too much stuff bother me but it was just really, disillusioning to be played like that.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

I actually don’t have too many. I hugely dislike people who come into my ask box or make threads and try to think they can control Ciar (like summoning him or knowing automaticaly he’s the antichrist with no backstory or anything) it just annoys the fuck out of me and nothing gets me to drop a thread faster than that

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

URLs with ‘iisms’ at the end. (no offense to any partners who have them, just over it)

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

I mean...yes and no? I think it’s better in some ways, and worse in others. I like how things seem more streamlined. I hate how everything is formatted and people look down on you if you don’t format it.

[codehoe-blog]

“I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.”

◆ —— QUENTIN TARANTINO MOVIE QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.accepting !

          “ and  it  PROBABLY  won’t  be  your  last  ! ”                                     (  p r o b a b l y  being  the  most important  word.  )