#violent rp

[purple-steven]

Bloodthirsty curse :) - S

A small chuckle. All it took to unease Lav. Something was coming, he knew it. But he didn't know exactly what. He could feel Ender crawling in his body, almost roaming around until he found a perfect time to scratch. This is bad, this is really really bad for him.

The laughter was all around him, surrounding his head. It was the only thing he could hear. The only thing he was allowed to hear. He felt like ripping his ears off to make it stop. It was agonising, knowing that his fate is to start all over again.

There was one person he needed to let it out on. His skin is itchy on the inside. He can feel him still, and it's uncomfortable, knowing that he's going to strike. He's shaking. And he's slowly going towards the lab.

Knife out. Whip out. And suddenly, the itchiness stops, and he can no longer move. But he felt an odd sense of serenity, as well as an immediate craving for bloodshed.

He's no longer safe. None of them are.

He knocked on the door, hoping he was alone. Perhaps he could drag this out for the day.

//@varian-the-unstable-alchemist closed rp.

[mcnecter]

"--OLD THINGS HAVE STRANGE HUNGERS."

independent, highly selective julia țepeș (née codrina) a vampire bride from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the doctor.

damned &. divine. a blog dedicated to a queen of the night discovering identity, to embracing the monster she was crafted to be. i am no mother - i am no bride - i am king. penned by anne.

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[memcirs]

"--I BURN'D &. ACHED FOR WINGS."

independent, highly selective eleanor van helsing, an oc from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the bride.

a scholar consumed by the need to discover, to dissect, to exterminate. a woman driven by blind faith, legacy, revenge. a blog dedicated to the daughter of the doctor, icarus burning &. falling towards the void. the sun was not meant for you, my love. penned by anne.

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[wcstenra]

" --DAWN WITH ARMS OF ROSES!"

independent, highly selective lucy westenra from bram stoker's dracula. based primarily on the novel + my own interpretations/headcanons. main blog, also running two dracula side blogs: the bride &. the doctor.

an heiress faces horrors beyond her imagination at first blossom of womanhood - kindness is courage, sweetness &. fragility armor in the face of doom. a blog dedicated to a queen of love and beauty exploring all facets of growing up, both magnificent and bloody. penned by anne.

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[noescapeforthewicked]

Miles below the toxic surface of Reyunde, lies a dark pit where the freaks of the universe are tossed.  Criminals too dastardly or unusual for their home worlds are shipped out to this prison planet to rot…that is if they don’t kill each other off first. Deprived of the basic comforts of food, fresh water, and the safety of any enforcement apart from those guarding the few cage drops that lower in new prisoners, the prison only avoids complete chaos through the prisoners’ self sustained order derived from the opposing five factions.  The top two factions control the only source of water and the only drop site for food.  If you are unfortunate enough to be tossed down here: choose your loyalties wisely.  You won’t survive long without connections…but be careful who you trust. _____________________________ Mature rp: themes of violence, cannibalism, and sex  : 18+ muns only OCs and fandom characters welcome to apply.

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[commodusreigns]

" do not speak “ he is tired of words. tired of hearing the other speak frantically, as though to reason with him, or to make him seem logic. but fortitude and reason were not one of his virtues. he was unyielding and all that he desired was power and blood and carnal pleasures. “ your tongue does not do you any favors “

[delusional-bastards-inc-blog]

“I don’t look like an arms dealer? What, per se, is an arms dealer supposed to look like, Love?” Curiously, the Englishman tilted his head to the side, cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. “What? You expected some yank with a bit of an attitude, chest ‘air ‘angin’ out ‘is shirt, and bad tattoos? Look, I’m doin’ you a service, here. Do you want to look at the guns, or should I pack my shit and leave?” Quietly, he pointed to the hard plastic Pelican cases he had laying out across the hotel bed.

[purple-steven]

Lav has to force fuse with the first muse he sees-

He's been in so much pain recently. Nothing except electric shocks wracking his body, with longer shocks and more irregularity. It's hard to tell when it would happen, and when it would, he would long for it to stop. He's paper white, pale beyond what he's been before. He's really weak.

Although, he's still been hiding it. Covering it as well as he could. No one would be able to tell. Not if he didn't make a sound. Although covering it gets harder each time.

He noticed Varian in the distance, almost tensing at the sight of him. Hasn't seen him since the argument, and needless to say, he's still terrified. He needs to suck it up, though. For Varian's sake.

But, he wouldn't be able to hide it for long.

He waved at Varian with a small smile, coughing a little, still incredibly weak. He's fine though. He always is. Always has to be.

//@varian-the-unstable-alchemist closed rp.