#cursedsunlight

[empty-pocket-watch]

"Get that watch out of here. I ain't in the mood." ~CursedSunlight

"No one's ever in the mood for my watch, I'm afraid. It stays."

@cursedsunlight

[shesquiinnsane-a2]

@cursedsunlight​ grabbed your attention:       "Her eyes are somewhere in the house, she might       stop tryin to rip out our souls, intestines, and whatever       she said about teeth if we find 'em for her."

THAT SOUNDED DRAMATIC.   Harley wasn't sure how legitimate these claims were but knew that if she didn't take them at least semi-seriously they would actually happen to her because life enjoyed playing those types of games with her.   Hiding her evident fears behind her laugh was something Harley was used to doing but this threat was a little close to home.   By close to home ,   it was in her apartment and that was not a feeling Harley really knew how to deal with.   Part of her wished she could simply just get it over with but since when was she ever that lucky ??

Shouting out to the voice she’d heard ,   unsure if they were just messing with her ,   or were genuinely out to get her.   Harley knew things could turn quickly and was trying to prepare for every eventuality even if her plan was going to go out of the window.   Just because she could plan ,   didn’t mean she could execute the plan.   ❝ I would very much like my soul an’ intestines all neatly tucked away inside o’ my bod’ if I get that preference ya know ??   An’ I don’ think a squished Harley is gonna get us far in terms of not bein’ dead and I would very much like to stay in the land o’ the livin’ , ‘kay ?? ❞

[spitecremated]

@cursedsunlight​ said:

"That's a ridiculous amount of blood."

Unprompted Asks  /  Always Accepting

A glowing gaze flickered up from the scene around them, away from the smoldering corpse and grotesque imagery of it all — prior annoyance forgotten as quickly as it had been ignited. A frown attempted to tug at stitched lips, never quite forming, as his focus settled on the stranger. Well, this was fucking inconvenient.

       ❝ Probably. ❞

Dismissive and sharp, as the villain shrugged, a hand lifting to examine the crimson stains on pale skin, matching all-too-well with the blood splattered state of the alley they stood in. Smoke curled eerily from the edges of his scars, and drifted past his lips on the next exhale.

   ❝ What, exactly, classifies as an acceptable amount of blood? ❞

Sarcasm, rather than offering any explanation for the situation.

[frcmshadcws]

❛  —  “Somehow, the stench of death never seems to belong in a bakery.”   |   @cursedsunlight​​​​  —   ❜

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    ❝ There are places it doesn't belong? ❞  The words are mostly intended as some cheap caricature of humor, a mockery of amusement flickering in sunset colored eyes. Lips curl back into that vicious grin, mouthful of fangs on full display, glinting dangerously beneath the fluorescent lights of the bakery.

The entire thing is a little fucked up, right from the start, but haven't all their meetings been? Not that anyone should be surprised, considering that 'a vampire and a witch walked into a bakery' already sounds like an unfinished joke.

[redleatherhunter]

‘X’ ~cursedsunlight

Send ‘X’ to find my muse beaten, bloody, and left for dead.

Dante was down for the count, his devil trigger was about tapped out and there was the familiar sensation of his own claymore through his chest, pinning him down to the ground. At least his temporary lack of consciousness seemed to have convinced his attackers he was dead, as he was alone. A hand lifted to rest against the flat side of Rebellion, trying to will her to fly free of his chest. He hadn’t yet realized he wasn’t completely alone.

[thexdragonxbecomesxme]

❥ - Bending over in a short skirt/shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty ~cursedsunlight [why not use this as a first interaction]

Genji stared at their ass for a long moment, head tilted to the side before whistling low. That was a damned fine ass. Like really nice. But he had no idea how to broach the subject...

[femsaitamasuggestions]

🔺 ~cursedsunlight

@cursedsunlight

Aw crap, what number was I on again? Saitama had been doing push ups, when she lost count of how many she did. While she tried to figure that out, she felt a sudden weight on her back. She looked up and smiled when she saw who it was. “Hey. Having fun up there?” She said as she continued to do her push ups.

[askcapeddarkness-blog]

Ya wanna go tomb raidin? ~Cursedsunlight

“Hell yeah.”