#singcr

[archived-stories]

" it isn't mine. " A pause. "Most of it." (To Kym.)

Kym simply deadpanned at that.

"C'mon, tough guy..." He murmured, gently taking Miyke's hand, "Let's gettcha patched up and cleaned up..."

Regardless of how much of it was his, some was still his. and that meant he was hurt, dammit.

[pcisin]

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

Blood blood blood blood

"see!? that ain't little!" he grabs him "c'mon! no more of this shit!" he dragged the other in a hurry.

[succubeats]

@singcr asked: [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying

      Tears  trickle  down  Cheryl's  cheeks  like  water  from  a  faucet,  face  rivaling  her  dress  in  color.  She  buries  her  face  in  Miyke's  shoulder,  a  sob  escaping  her  as  she  wraps  her  arm  around  him,  searching  for  comfort  in  his  embrace.  What  is  upsetting  her  so  much,  you  may  be  wondering?

      ❝M-McDonald's isn't s-selling McRibs anymo-o-ore...❞

[red-man-of-mustache]

@singcr liked the Starter Call!

"Oooo~ Nice hat! Didja make it yourself? Mama Mario made this-a one for me." From one hat conniseur to the next, really. Mario could spot a good hat a mile away. It wasn't foreign for the warm little guido to pay a compliment to a stranger. He was quite social.

[pcisin]

"May I have this dance?"

Send "May I have this dance?" for our muses to dance together!

"sure~" he leans down and picks him up off his feet, holding him close. yes they're gonna slow dance like this.

[succubeats]

Starter for @singcr!

      Cheeks  flushed,  mien  disheveled  and  riddled  with  sweat,  Cheryl  is  a  mess,  but  you  should  see  the  other  guy!  Speaking  of,  a  grotesque  creature  of  large  proportion  stands  opposite  of  her,  panting  with  the  exertion  of  their  battle.  Cheryl  pants  just  as  heavily,  if  not  more  so,  but  stands  her  ground  with  her  head  held  high  and  her  eyes  narrowed,  fists  balled  at  her  sides.  She  spares  her  lover  a  quick  glance  to  make  sure  he  hasn't  been  injured  in  any  way,  an  exhausted  smile  tugging  at  her  lips.

      ❝I'm...  almost  done  with  this  fucker,  babe.  Then  we  can  go  get  a  McFlurry  or  somethin',  OK?❞

      Cheryl  says  lightheartedly,  cracking  her  neck  and  rolling  her  shoulders  before  returning  her  attention  to  her  opponent,  just  in  time  to  watch  it  barrel  toward  her,  teeth  bared  and  ready  to  strike.  She  steps  to  the  side  just  in  time,  gritting  her  teeth  as  the  beast  slams  into  the  wall  behind  her,  roaring  angrily.

      This  is  sure  to  be  an  eventful  night.

[pinkxknifes]

❝I'm not really good at this, but... can I do anything?❞

Meme: X

She was idly spinning and catching one of her knives in her hand with a resting bitch face, mind you. If someone was to approach, they'd probably get their head bitten off for trying.

White eye flick up, hearing a familiar voice. Seeing a familiar head of pink beside her. Seems like he was alright since the last time she saw him.

“Hmm, nothing legal at least, Hun.” She is nonchalant, as she goes back to her previous activity.

[pcisin]

🕯

Send '🕯' for our muses to get caught in a city-wide blackout together.

angel dust was scrolling through his phone when everything went dark. he blinks, looking around and he sees miyke struggling to look around. luckily he can see in the dark, he reaches out and carefully grabs the other before lifting him and putting him on his lap.

"i gotcha, lil' guy. c'mon, lets get some flash lights, think you can handle walkin' around or ya need ta hold my hand?"