#serpenai

[rocknsatan]

     murdoc is an old soul, who believes in respect through intimidation: although some people look right through him, some weaker souls did tremble at the rise of his voice.

     but in fact: rare at the moments he acts aggressive enough to achieve that reaction. Intimidating, yes, but rarely aggressive: unless he has had a few drinks, or wants to start a fight, he was good to go. it’s the aura he has around him, the rockstar snob who’ll throw a mighty fit if he doesn’t have what he wants.

     ❝ — well, it IS true. weirder things have happened in this world. ❞ the coincidence he managed to both get his lead singer in a coma and wake him up from it was just destiny, he thinks.

@serpenai / from here. 

[gangcta]

serpenai replied to your post:                 “Okay I lied--I do have kids....

*snake vc* sso does.. does that make me the mom … or ssecond dad… ?

               “As my second in command--yes. Yes it does.”

[wayofjashin--archived]

hidan x expensive, first class food is my OTP. also hidan x impractical scythes

Tell my muse who you ship them with.

                              ( ▽ ) —‒“Make the food free and you might as well be dirty talking me. I’d marry a good scythe, and what the FUCK is impractical if it gets the job done?? That’s some serious quitter talk.”

[gangcta]

“See? I told you you were gonna have a good time, you just didn’t believe me.”

※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XV ※ 

              “Oh shut up.” Long legs wobbling from the skates he wore he shifts and leans to keep his balance. “I don’t think I’ve ever been roller bladin’ before this in my life before this.” Shopping carts, scooters, skateboards, falling buildings--he’s ridden all those things and more. But skating was different.

Leaning too far to the right a hands shoots forward, attaching it’self to the nearest thing. Okay yeah--at this point his nails are digging into the scaly flesh under them as if it were his life line as Ace tries to right himself once more.

             “This shit was fun when all I had to do was move in a straight line....”

[gangcta]

“I imagine this might present some problems at some point.”

※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XV ※ 

              “Awww come on, Snake. Don’t tell me that you’ve turned into a lil bitch while I was gone.” Grin practically gleaming in the dim light of the street lamps he spins on his heel halting the loud ‘hissing’ of the paint can grasped between lanky fingers. Behind him stands the beginnings of a piece of art--lines and spirals of blue’s and oranges overlapping various buildings done in greyscale.

It’s half finished as it misses the signature palette of greens to fill in the shading and shapes hidden in the piece. An old tell of Ace’s that he doubt police would pick up on after so long of staying stagnant.

              “It’s been ages since we’ve tagged anythin’. What’s one more piece of art for all times sake?”

[clawedevil]

♗; a kill you have been known to boast about & ♘; how you prefer to kill someone !

Kill or Be Killed.

♗; a kill you have been known to boast about

“I make sure all my kills are noteworthy. I do have a reputation to keep you know~ However, I do rather enjoy the way I killed off my ‘family’.”

♘; how you prefer to kill someone

 As if they had snapped back to reality, HIM immediately drops the playful cadence in the voice. Empty and hollow they confessed, “I haunt and plague my victims day after day for however long it takes for them to become unraveled. I want them to see my face in every nightmare and fear any sound. I make them suffer until they can’t no longer bear it. Just as they about to lose all hope, I let them go. Let them relax... fall in love.. live a normal life. When they are just about to reach all their dreams I ruin them all and finally kill them with my hands. Squeeze the life out of them and watch as they take their last breaths knowing it was all for nothing.”

[gangcta]

the insulated package was nothing spectacular, only that it was clearly a rush order, shipped directly to the doorstep of whatever abode the musician currently called his own. but inside lay half a dozen luxury cupcakes; chocolate brownie chunk, with buttercream frosting swirled in a perfect lime-green tint. a small handwritten note lay atop their plastic barrier. "i know you get showered with lots of gifts out there, but i made these, and thought you wouldn't mind something sweet."

The package is not found by him, but rather by Russel--who plops the box onto his sleeping form without a single word causing the bassist to jolt awake. High pitched snort leaving him light brown hues open then narrow as the suns light hits them. With one hand firmly holding the random package the other gropes around the nightstand in search of pointed sunglasses.

Now semi awake and sensitive eyes hidden from the unforgiving sun Ace pulls the box up towards himself. It wasn’t rare anymore for fans to send in gifts--token of undying love and loyalty--to the band’s hotel rooms and apartments in hopes of reaching the new green bassists. At first it was flattering (and a HUGE stroke to his already large ego) but after a while it got weird to be sent pictures and panties one after the other. Yet it takes a single word on the postage label to bring Ace to full attention, claws tearing through tape and cardboard to get to the sweet prize inside.

          “Aww geeze, Snake.”

He’s smiling, not smirking---but giving an actual real smile, as he looks over the note and lime green sweets inside. Gingerly he plucks one up, being careful to not get the hardening frosting over his bed sheets. Biting into the cupcake a muffled groan of pleasure is made. “Oh God, I’ve missed these fucking cupcakes.” And someone else.

Now that he thought about it---it’s been a while since he last saw his scaly...friend. Maybe he could sweet talk the bands producer into handing over a set of VIP passes for one of their upcoming shows.

[gangcta]

"Go away. Please. Do not look at me." (i arrive at the townsville dump. skin: green. scales: exposed. snake mode: activated. i am forcibly removed from the premises by three kindergartners)

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS MOVIE SENTENCE STARTERS

Not knocking upon entering someone else’s room was a habit bound to cause trouble. And trouble it did bring as the very same habit just resulted in having his closes friend hiding from him--curling in on themselves more then usual in a manner to both protect and hide himself (he’d be lying if Ace said it didn’t hurt to see the action used towards him in their adulthood, having long since gotten control of his anger). So with shades resting low on his nose soft steps are taken, bringing him further into the room.

               “Snake, look, we’ve been through hell together. Fought demons, monsters, weird kindergartners all while bein’ some stupid ass teenagers stealin’ Twinkies just to have somethin’ in our bellies.” In truth, there aren’t many memories in the gangster’s mind that doesn’t have the scaly other nestled somewhere within the picture. “Frankly--I’m offended that you’s think I’d give a shit about what you wear.” Ah. That came out wrong.

                “Fuck. What I’m tryin’ to say is....um...” For in this moment his talent of weaving words together did not appear--leaving him with a twisted tongue and knitted brows. Soothing words were so much harder to utter once there was meaning behind them. Clearing his throat a hand raises to scratch at the stubble found on a pointed chin. “If ya wanna wear dresses--hell, if you even wanna wear makeup too--I’ll be right next to you’s supportin’ ya all the way, ya hear?”

A lengthy pause fills the room once more as Ace fishes to fill it. “And if anyone got’s issues with it then give me a call. It’s been a while since I’ve made a person go missin’ but I’ll start again for ya.”