#plasticsouled

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Jax — @jaxasstm Jax — @fuckit-jaxtime Kinger — @circusroyal Caine — @plasticsouled Pomi — @pomniegranate Gangle — @tearfulribbons Gummi — @wolfpackmuses

[tenderthreats]

@plasticsouled

when he wakes, the first thing micah is aware of is his terror. instinctively, he reaches for his neck, trying to stop the blood gushing from the wound - but when his hands tightly grip his own throat, there's no blood. there's no tear in flesh that became a waterfall of too - warm liquid.

there is, however, the person who killed him. overcome with the emotions he felt right before he died, micah bears his new fangs, and pounces. he only survives the fight because the person who turned him was almost as much of a novice as he was in that moment. that, and he was strong before he was attacked. he knew how to use it.

everything after that is a blur. he staggers to carl's door and bangs on it until it opens. micah doesn't know it, but he's a vision of death. there's a mixture of dried and drying blood on his skin, the majority of it obviously having spilled from his mouth and throat. more eerily, his eyes have a glow similar to an animal's eyes in darkness.

"carl," blinking back into himself as his instincts release him. he looks down at himself as he realizes he's both wet and tacky with blood. "fuck."

[lowplacez]

@plasticsouled     "Feast your eyes on my recent unholy creation-!!" Dramatic as ever, Doctor had said creation covered with a towel, of which he removed in a flourish. He revealed a sickly looking burger, as if it were made of rotting flesh (and it smelled just as bad, too). "I do believe this is my most malodorous burger yet! I have used skunk cabbage instead of lettuce--" Properly prepared, of course. Otherwise, it'd make people's mouths feel like they were burning.

"The burger meat itself is regular beef, but I've mixed in durian chunks just to add to the foul stench that emanates off the burger. And lastly!" From his pocket, he produced some white petals that he crushed around in his hand before dusting them atop the bun. "Petals from a Bradford pear tree due to their... dead fishy smell." There are other less savory ways to describe the smell, but he didn't want to be uncouth.

Doctor stood there awaiting the approval of Cesare, arms crossed as he admired his own atrocious concoction. (Poor Frances and Conrad had to step out of the truck, the smell was so bad.)

// got this idea and had to send it before I forgot-- he gets so into making bad burgers okay.

💀 ── [ sitting with his hands folded in his lap, then steepled under his nose ( for the bit, not due to the smell, ) the burger boss gives off an air of utter SERIOUSNESS. Doctor always knew how to work a room, and Cesare appreciates DEDICATION to a craft! especially one they've worked so hard on together.

... silence follows the presentation. brows furrowed, a thoughtful hum is given before he stands, CLAPPING with a hard nod of his head. ]

“ This shark is ALL IN! SEEN all I need to see, SMELT all that needed to be dealt! ” [ the final clap is done with a flourish, jazz - hands raised in his excitement. ]

“ BRAVO to you and Bradford and his swamp - ass pears! This thing could trigger an alarm for a GAS LEAK and looks like you got it out of a hospital BIOHAZARD bin ..! ”

“ Heheh, do you have a name in mind, good doctor? ”

[flowercrownd]

@plasticsouled's Harley gets a starter with Angela!

The skies are clear as the bluest ocean, the hollering of children beginning summer break echoing down the streets.. Angela will have to enjoy it while she can, before the summer heat sets in and forces the public back into the cooling comforts of their homes.

Her strolls are often uneventful during the afternoon, usually no one is home to pick up their mail ( out with the family or friends, perhaps catching up with coworkers ) and while it wasn't strange to see a car in the owner's driveway, it certainly receives a raised eyebrow as the peppy woman walks up to his door. Opening her carrier's bag and filing through the letters, Angela finds a palm-sized package that required a signature. Looks pretty important, given the half-dozen stickers labelling it as a fragile parcel, and she can't quite help the chuff that escapes her while she digs through her bag for her clipboard.

It will be interesting to see who this elusive, mystery person is, the dual-toned woman thinks, for she's never seen the homeowner present for previous drop-offs ; not even to mow their lawn or wash their car, curtains often shut tight regardless of what time of day Angela arrives to deliver their mail. Knuckles rap against his door quickly and rhythmically, holding two of his letters under her clipboard and opposite hand resting against the top of her bag as she waits for the homeowner to approach the front door, fingertips tapping against the lip of it with an aimless melody.

She hopes that they're nice..

[whatevcr-us]

@plasticsouled

He dislikes Pleakley drags him to some human social event, prattling and nagging about culture and fresh air and 'involving ones-self in the community'. Did not matter if he had very important work to do.

Worse yet, when his three-legged friend abandons him to approach the little beach hat shop, leaving him in his human guise, hot, in scratchy clothes. The parasol only covers half of him, and the drink didn't stay cool long. He scratched irritably at his neck, knowing full what such behaviour would send his partner into a fit.

That's when it appears. Four limbs, and a head...suspended from the neck. Correction - a pair of teeth, not unlike the dentures found in joke shops. Two eyeballs hover, unassisted, between the maw. For once, Jumba is stumped. He has been stuck with nothing but familiar faces for months.

"Heh-HEH!" He lifts his glasses, and lets his loud laugh taper off into a chortle, sounding off his presence with all the subtly of a fog-horn, and after letting the shades drop back onto his nose, he hoists his comically small drink in their place,

"Now that is welcome sight! Something not-earthling, for once."

The ice chatters dangerously in the glass as he cocks his large head,

"Tell me, what is it keeping eyes hovering between your teeth? Telepathic grip? Perhaps a tiny gravity pull confined to own head?"

[warncdandwiles]

@plasticsouled said:

“🔫” // Mud for Jack

He's humming absently to himself, cleaning dishes, then hears something click to the right.

"Hm?"

Turns his head. There's a high-pitched yelp, his eyes bug out - then Jack is brandishing two identical hand-guns that he pulled straight out of the soapy water, eyes wild,

"Stay back! I'm dual-armed!"

To make up for the infamously terrible aim.

Jumpy, isn't he?

[nerditudes]

If any moots wanna join in on the chaos that is the Abby/Bobby ship/verse I got goin with @plasticsouled, y'all are more than welcome. I'd love him to be able to talk about his feelings with his girls. But also Abby's playing against them in an effort to have Bobby to himself.

Demons don't share well, turns out.

[stcries]

injury/injured prompts, accepting!

@plasticsouled wrote: 🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars. // Chad running his hands over Robert's scars teehee

"what, trying to figure out which ones are yours?" robert can't help but snicker, watching as chad examined his rough, deformed and scarred skin with such intensity, one might think he was disarming an explosive device. it was quite endearing deep down, with others taking one look at his battered body, and seeing something fragile, something that could break if he breathed funny.

"sorry to burst your bubble, but none of those big ones were done by your hands, chad." with that, robert moves his own hand, grabbing ahold of the other's and moving it across his skin, right to where a much smaller, albeit rougher patch of skin was. "this one is though, if that's any consolation." was he trying to rile him up on purpose? perhaps. but that's just how they were, both fortunately and unfortunately.