#deaddetermined

[strxngemxgick]

@deaddetermined asked:  "Hey, hey, stay with me. You're- nope, you're not passing out on me. Come on, stay awake."

Meme Random Asks /// Always Accepting

The world swam around him, smudges of colors and muffled sounds that made the wild pounding in his head to amplify. Breathing was an absolute labor, his body so weary that even his lungs didn’t want to work properly. He had used too much power. Thoroughly distracted himself, and in the middle of a fight. It had been a careless mistake, and it made Stephen a victim of his own cockiness. How embarrassing...

He had just enough energy to create a portal and stumble through it, darkness creeping in to the edges of his vision, blood hot on his abdomen as it seeped from open wounds. He was acutely aware of the awful, sticky trails left on his clammy skin, clinging to his clothes. He was faintly aware of a presence, unfamiliar, as he dropped to the ground, a choked cry of pain knocked from his lungs from the force of his drop. He felt the presence draw closer. Words spoken that he couldn’t quite discern, but carrying a tone of stress and building desperation. 

Shit, he must look rough...

“Sorry...” he whispered, rather ridiculously. That one word was so much, draining him almost immediately. He managed a slow, heavy blink, then another as he tried to clear his vision. “Where.... ‘m I...?”

[vivalavillain]

{A closed starter for @deaddetermined.}

If he were to stop and really think about it, it shouldn’t have surprised him to find someone staring at him. It wasn’t as if he weren’t a spectacle in and of himself-- and that was without any of the extenuating factors like his height or dastardly good looks. After all, who wouldn’t stop to stare at the man who stalked down the street like a menace, barking derisive demands at the menagerie of followers he’d procured?

To one, he commanded he dump the cup of frigid iced coffee over his own head for having the audacity to not bring him hot coffee like he wanted. To another, he ordered her to crawl on the dirty sidewalk like a dog for bringing the wrong garment back from the cleaners. To yet still one more, he shouted for them to extinguish a lit cigarette on the palm of their hands for daring to blow its smoke in his face as he walked by.

On the surface, it was no different than any rich asshole charging down the street, abusing his attendants and assistants. The difference, however, what truly set him apart from those spineless, spoiled brats was that his menagerie actually listened. Much as those gathered around him might have something to say to the contrary, each of them found themselves submitting to his command. They looked like fools-- covered in coffee, staining their knees, yelping in pain as they burned their hand-- and yet obey they did.

Really, it would have been more surprising if some passersby didn’t stare.

And yet, when their eyes met as Kilgrave strode down that particular street, a sneer curled his lip. He was in a mood already to begin with, but now? With some hapless woman staring openly and without darting her gaze away when theirs met? Now, he was angry. He approached the woman without pomp or circumstance, waving his ‘followers’ off as he did and he leaned down to meet her gaze straight on.

“Watch it, madam, or I’ll have you pick those wandering eyes out of your skull with you bare hands.”

[deliciousfear]

             "Everyone loves a clown.” 

IT lifts long arms, opening them as if inviting someone close, yet the soft twitching of the clowns painted face might just make one reconsider. So would the way the darkness of the night seemed to be just a bit darker around the clown, as if it being there was so unnatural the area was unable to process it. Or as if IT had just walked right out of a different universe, into this one now, where the other was.

@deaddetermined​ // closed.

[shdjdjdjdjdkkdkd]

@deaddetermined 𝚜𝚌

❛ There are consequences for not telling the truth.” ❜

[reesesandbodypieces]

@deaddetermined

“MA-NA-MA-NA, DOO-DOO-DA-DOO-DA. MA-NA-MA-NA, DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO! MA-NA-MA-NA, DOO-DOO-DA-DOO-DOO, DA-DOO-DOO, DA-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOOOOOOOO~”

An obnoxiously loud mix of singing and humming flowed through the barren street. A notably small man half danced, half strolled down the street. A baseball bat, coated in blood and fluids that really should stay in the human body rode on his shoulder. A few bent nails crookedly stuck out, with bits of human flesh caught on them.

The man paused and pulled the bat out in front of him to examine the weapon. Seemingly satisfied with the minimal damage done to the bat, he brought it to his mouth and started licking it clean.

“MMMMM~ OH MAN, THAT IS THE STUFF! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU PEOPLE THINK CANNIBALISM IS SO GROSS. YOU ALL TASTE DELICIOUS. MMMM. MMM~MMM~MMMMMMMMMM~’’

Purposefully chewing on the nails, the man laughed as he tasted his blood coupled with the victim’s. He crunched broken teeth over cold hard metal, doing his already chipped enamel no favors.

He wasn’t sure when it hit him, but when it did? Hoo boy, when it did! Someone nearby. Someone interesting. Something...new~ 

The man started running towards the sensation. Playing a game of hot and cold. It lifted it’s head in the air and sniffed as well, trying to focus on the new person scent over the copious amounts of blood and other nastier things.

There was no way in Hell it was going to miss something new like this.

[lcngdays-archive]

@deaddetermined saw a Hitchhiker

The sun is down and it’s raining. It’s a dark and stormy night, if you like clichés. It’s not quite cold enough for this rain to be snow, but it’s thick and heavy and it clearly wants to be snow. Maybe as the night deepens, the roads will freeze, snow will frost the ground, and it’ll be a mess come morning. 

But only time will tell on that front. 

On the dark, wet road, walking alongside it in the shoulder, is a man. He’s tall, dressed all in denim, and soaked to the bone. He’s walking backwards, thumb out, squinting into the light of the oncoming headlights. 

[wrongarmofthelaw]

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?" ( for Matt )

Matt’s vision was hazy. It had been a difficult fight and though he was victorious, he knew it had come at a price. He looked towards the voice, not recognizing its owner. He tried to speak. “Who...”

[xdesecratorx]

💉 (we can base this off of them in discord in the grimverse server or our own.)

Send 💉 to find my muse bloody and disheveled after a fight: x

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The blood smeared across Rexuin’s skin was almost an inane pleasure. He wondered at times if at his age, not to mention his prowess, he ought to be over it---but his hands, bare other than the blood, came with the slow movements of lingering admiration to the drying red across his jaw. There was more, further down; the spill was splattered over his shirt, as his coat lay torn several feet from him. He had toyed with the divine agent, he would admit. The poor templar lying on the ground was entertainment to him from the beginning.

A smile bloomed across his face as his fingertips met the gouge on his right shoulder and came away tinged with black and gold. His own blood and pain was almost as enjoyable. He would take his time healing, pause over his own form to---

Footsteps drew him from his thoughts, and his hand dropped.