#masocrux

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@masocrux​ said: ↕ - cackles loudly in 6'10".

                   ❚❚‖   ♡ ⋮                    send me ↕ + your muse’s height.

[mjm56-a]

@masocrux​   said  :   “  word on the street  —  you heard that stuff before  ?  “  she liked the title, she wanted one just like it. mad dog, mad dog  —  it drove her nuts just thinking of the potential that name came with  !  “  i went sniffing ‘round, my boss told me not to, but i wanted to get to know ya’  !!  really, really know you  -  get my ass kicked by you  !  “  she can just imagine it now, the taste in her teeth, the soreness in her bones !  “  let’s do it  —  let’s destroy each other from head to toe  !  “

    an  enthusiasm  for  bloodshed  that  majima  knew  too  well  matched  with  appearance  that  could  only  be  written  as  eccentric  and  unusual  ,    but  hell  ,    so  was  he  ;    one  couldn’t  judge  oddities  when  his  own  bare  chest  was  only  partially  curtained  by  snakeskin  and  bling  .  however  ,    when  fights  are  offered  ,    they’re  usually  brought  forward  by  pesky  kids  and  grunts  looking  for  cash  or  a  boost  of  ego  ,      and  by  words  and  appearance  alone  ,    inference  could  be  made  that  there  was  something  about  her  that  couldn’t  be  compared  to  typical  chinpira  .

          “    i  ain’t  too  sure  ‘bout  that  ,    “      there  was  a  playful  twinge  to  his  tone  ,      almost  slurring  over  his  words  as  if  the  drunkenness  of  imminent  brawl  was  already  simmering  in  his  bloodstream  .      eye  glances  up  and  down  tall  frame  ,  briefly  assessing  the  woman’s  build  .      rare  did  he  ever  find  a  girl  taller  than  him  ,    but  this  observation  merely  fueled  the  curiosity  and  excitement  boiling  in  his  chest  .    he  had  to  admit  ,      his  confidence  was  being  strummed  like  a  guitar  ,    each  pluck  of  the  strings  furthering  the  slyness  soaking  in  his  voice  and  smirk  .

          “  if  yer’  lookin’  for  somethin’  as  intimate  as  a  good  ol’  dramatic  beat-down  ,    at  least  let  me  have  the  pleasure  of  buyin’  ya’  a  drink  first  .  “

[boldestgreen]

@masocrux​ said ; yells loud enough to turn someone deaf. “ I BET TAILS ! TAILS —- !! ”

            "WHA----?!" He jumps a little startled upon hearing her loud voice, and even though he was tempted to scold her for yelling into his ear so loudly, he eventually ends up releasing a defeated sigh as he turns around. The palm of his hand still resting over his ear in pain as he takes the coin with his right hand;

"----Damn......Alright, alright-- jeez~ there's no need to yell it out---" He mutters to himself before flipping the coin in between his thumb and pointer finger, and with a quick snap, the coin is sent flying into the air, only to be quickly caught by Robin's right hand. Placing it over the top of his hand, it ends up revealing....

Tails.

Another sigh ends up escaping his lips as he accepts his defeat; "Alright bubblegum, a deal's a deal. I'll give you something in return-" and with that being said, he places on the palm of her hand, the same coin he used to flip for the game;

 "There we go-- a nice silver coin for you~" After all, he did say he was going to give something in return, not allow someone to demand him to give them something of their liking from him in return.

[noircisaint]

" those flames of yer's are ruthless ... horrifying -- " it was something to hear about it, but to witness it firsthand ? there's a bizarre look that comes to the woman's eyes -- raw, unfiltered, and drenched in an odd curiosity and hunger. " mind testin' those flames out on me ? no, more than that ... set me aflame ! let it soak in it --- !! i want to feel what it's like to be burnt asunder ! or whatever the hell that means ! " was she really a master candidate ? @masocrux​

Flames of the Vengess had an intensity comparable to the very breath of the great Phantasmal species of Dragons. A sort fire that ruthlessly fell it’s prey, swallowing them in smothering heat; leaving nothing recognizable beyond ash. Yet, there was a question for once to willingly contest these very flames?

❝ Don’t be ridiculous. ❞ It was not a request that the Vengess had any interest in fulfilling. ❝ For one, my flames are not to be used to give you whatever sort of kick you are feeling from them. ❞ Eyes narrowing, ❝ For the second reason, you are not blink. You do realize what it will do with you, do you not? ❞

❝ Whatever sort of twisted deathwish you have. Find someone else to fulfill it. ❞

[voremommyy]

@masocrux​ sent!!:  “ you STINK — !! “ it’s the loudest anyone could possibly speak, an utterly horrid sentence that leaves her mouth as easily as she thinks it. her nose turned to the air, lips slightly parted as a cat’s would at the scent of something new. eventually, she does, in such a grandiose and ridiculous way that it’s laughable, turn her head back down to the individual she had so blatantly insulted — and, as innocently as a grown woman could, smiled. cheek to cheek. “ it’s great ! wha’ is it !? “

Nid was new to this whole friend thing; for as long as she had been terrorizing the planet, the human concept of companionship had been a greater mystery than she could sparse but she knew the following... Some friends would prefer that you don’t eat them. Fair enough. 

Looking at this being, she briefly wondered if they would be down to go swimming in her stomach acid. Their energy cracked like lightning, and they carried a look in their eye like a dog who’d recently killed a rabbit - the intensity of knowing that one tapped back into their primal urges...

It was fucking awesome.

“Piss,” Nid responded in kind; just two sweet ladies talking about girly things! “And Daisy by Marc Jacobs. Also, Marc Jacobs himself - he was a bit chewy though.”

[zorkaya-moved]

" you've got such a smell to ya'... " she does not consider such odd things as personal space as she winds her arms around the woman's waist, dragging her nails across zarina's hips. she can taste something horrible in the scent her hair emits, without consequence, she buries her head into the woman's neck - bearing her teeth as she speaks. " ah - isn't it awful ? isn't it just boring ? i'd love ta' be killed by a woman like you ! but the world is so cruel on lawless folks like me -- !! "

@masocrux

The stench of death probably clung to her by now, body coated in so much blood of people that even Elizabeth Bathory and Vlad the Impaler would be jealous of her life. Of course, not just by her hand, but also including how she inwardly the reason why some people died or were left to die. The Russian didn’t move away or even trembled beneath the touch of the pinkette, remaining coy and calm at the words spoken by the other. The danger lingered around her as well, clinging to every word she spoke. A lunatic, a crazy woman whose bright eyes were akin to a beast ready to snap its chains and run towards the person who let them out... only to devour them. Sokolova knew how her judgemental mind would turn things around, but as of now she only put her hand around the other's shoulder, her smirk growing wider at the feel of sharp claws digging into her hip through her t-shirt. 

 “You want to be killed by me?”  The ash-blonde laughs as the other’s face buried further to her neck. The sensation not fully comfortable, her privacy was important and she hated the way the woman continued to cling to her. It wasn’t the first time she had to bear with such thing, thus, continuing to smile and remain oddly collected about the whole situation. Her hand was brought up from Mainyu’s shoulder to her hair, tugging it lightly, pressing her face closer to her neck only to whisper into her ear:  “The world is indeed cruel. You’ve shown me no reason to be worthy to die by my hand. If you desire so, why not work for me? Mayhaps, you’ll earn your wish, but for now?”

Another chuckle followed as her grip lessened immediately, moving away from the pinkette by swiftly removing her hand away and holding it in her own hand. A seconds to move around, now the lady’s hands were in her own as Sokolova led the unknown dance written just for this situation. A swirl, a turn, and then she let go and bowed slightly out of pure politeness, nothing more.

“This boring, cruel world will continue to reject your wish as will I. For me, it’ll be boring to kill you. I will have no satisfaction, no reward, no gain. You’ve given me nothing,” she laughed in the face of the other. What about her life? She didn’t wish to die if Mainyu were to kill her now, but it wasn’t fun as well. There’ll be no satisfaction. “And if you ask me what would I do if you were to kill me, I’ll laugh. There’s no fun in killing someone like me. I die and you’ll continue to search, empty and hollow. So why not create anticipation much brighter rather than endless search? You’ll have your wish granted only by being patient.”

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@masocrux​ said: " pretty .. " the woman's voice rolls its way from off her tongue as a growl - set upon the edge of her lips as she brings a hand up to the woman's ear, running across multiple earrings set against her skin. the size difference is almost funny ; from behind ashy, she's certain to cast a shadow. " little thing, ain't ya' ? " she could almost eat her whole. " got a name ? i like gettin' to know folks ! so let's get - real, real close -- !! " who could say no to a face like... her's ?

                    ❚❚‖   ♡ ⋮                    unprompted.

at  first  she’s  unsure  if  she’s  the  one  being  spoken  to   --   though  it  only  takes  a  second  for  her  to  realize  that  this  woman  was  right  behind  her.

the  finger  running  across  her  ear  causes  her  body  to  stiffen,   brows  knitting  together  in  confusion.   she’s  not  exactly  uncomfortable   --   it  was  hard  to  make  her  feel  such  things,   though  she  definitely  found  the  situation  more  than  a  little  strange  already.

her  head  tips  back,   grey  eyes  widening  a  little  as  she  realizes  just  how  tall  this  person  is.   ashlynn  wonders  why  she’s  the  one  suddenly  being  targeted   --   was  it  because  of  the  size  difference?   

as  her  name  is  asked,  she  instinctively  starts  signing,   before  pausing  and  reaching  for  her  phone  instead.   thankfully  she  had  remembered  to  charge  it   --   she  had  been  forgetting  to  more  often  than  she  liked.

                    [     ashlynn.   yours?   ]

maybe  it  would  have  been  best  if  she’d  tried  to  walk  away  from  this,   but  she  saw  no  problem  with  at  least  giving  her  name  when  it  was  asked.   it  was  the   ...   polite  thing  to  do,   after  all.

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@masocrux​ replied   --    what are these guns for if not for carrying tiny people who break their whole vertebrae looking at her ?

angy.