#virusvexxed

[rottingkiss]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

@virusvexxed said: [dream] receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. - blade & dan heng?

The gloved hand hovering over his lodging's doorknob immediately froze at the disturbance. Blade turns his head sharply to glance over his shoulder to see if another soul occupies what he THOUGHT to be an empty hallway. Everyone else retired to their rooms hours ago. After a quick scan, it's evident no one else is present, either. His question now is WHO uttered his name so pitifully?

Red-coloured hues close for a moment or two in order to focus. The weapon-personified even held his breath to help his cause. It's when hearing the name 'Blade' practically SCREAMED did he turn his body in the direction of the disturbance.

❝. . . It's coming from HIS room.❞

He mutters the obvious to himself. From the intel he's gathered, Dan Heng suffers from night TERRORS often. What he was unaware of, though, is that HE is the cause of them.

It really should give him a TWISTED sense of satisfaction to know he haunts his dreams. For the sins Dan Feng committed against him centuries ago. . . an anxiety-induced night is a LIGHT punishment for his reincarnated form. Oddly enough, Blade doesn't feel any sort of thrill. In fact, he finds himself taking a step towards where the other's room is. He fantasizes about knocking on the door and saving the poor man from his subconscious. Hah, he even disgusts himself by imagining that Dan Heng laughs it off and informs him that it was actually a PLEASENT dream about the two of them.

No one could think FONDLY of someone bathed in so much BLOOD. Who is he kidding? A silent huff escapes as he swings his bedroom door open and swiftly closes it behind him seconds later. It's best to allow Dan Heng the PRIVACY to toss and turn.

[lunarscaled-08152025]

@virusvexxed / @goreburdened asked:

PARTNERS. either lyric & toji or choso? 🥹 🫡 for my other blog ofc

Come to think of it, that meeting was a vague threat

[zorkaya-moved]

“ you people are completely insane. but you’re also insufferably good at this sort of thing. so let’s go save the world, shall we? ” (from motherfucking ted)

@virusvexxed

He is abrasive, a man whose name has been whispered by those he betrayed and left behind. A man who made a little girl cry and turn into a monster. Does he not despite sinners? The informant from the Drifter's Camp remains quite nonchalant as she let him wander within the Romanesque Hall. The place that God has left behind despite it it being a place of worship. Mania fills these halls but none can hear it, none but her. The one who carries herself with a certain grace and elegance while exuding a morbid aura, a woman whose services are often sought out by the grieving and the dying... or the dead.

But there is something that Ted doesn't get. Nothing can move this woman and her views as an observer. She is one who operates in the shadows and the world of the living is not of great interest to her. Words spoken by the [bandit] fall on deaf ears as she simply passes by him, looking forward to where a small table with tea awaits for her to settle down and listen to the woes of the living. Oak Casket does not take active action, she watches and she witnesses. All who will die will come to her, in the end. He, too, will come to her when he crosses the border between life and death, finding his salvation in the embrace of cold arms of a reaper.

"Salvation will come to Syndicate without my input," the woman states, her voice is languid and calm, not having an ounce of worry while being in the presence of someone seemingly dangerous. But she is a Sinner, a dangerous Sinner at that and someone who Drifter's Camp values highly for tending to those who die. Corpses await cremation or burial, corpses await to be turned into someone living before their flesh and bones will be turned to ashes.

Inside the Romanesque Hall, Ted speaks with the incarnation of Death herself.

"No matter what you expect of me to do, there will be no move from my side. My job is to tend to those grieve, who are lost, and who are seeking a way out," she continues to explain it to him as if he is new to these meetings. Saving the world? Oak remains impassive to his words, not moved by such words nor paying attention to his insults. It does not matter what he thinks of her or others, what is important is that he understands that she will not lend him a hand. "Every request has a price, Ted. You've come here to ask for something without offering anything in return. So what is the price you can offer to me? And I will judge what worth you can receive for it."

[cantillat-moved]

@virusvexxed better now that you're here!

that was smooth jkfdsjfsk

So good to see you too! PLEASE GORE STOP ME FROM REVISITING AN OLD FANDOM AND RISKING TO BE TEMPTED TO ADD A MUSE AAAH

[endtiimes]

the swap au worries me but it IS pretty dope

[rottingkiss]

( @virusvexxed​ )

❝Oh, Brian! Thank goodness I ran into you! Our copy machines are MALIFUCTIONING. . .Could I accompany you to your floor level? I know you’re busy and all--❞  

Kate hugged the many office papers to her chest that needed to be faxed,  copied, and delivered. Her brows furrowed, large brown eyes pleading for the other’s assistance. If she gets in trouble for leaving Floor Four, Brian can at least vouch for her that she is NOT slacking off or daring to take a break when there is so much to be done!

Besides. . .it’s growing harder and harder to BREATHE properly in her cubicle. Fresh air may be the boost she needs to work HARDER!

[rottingkiss]

XXX (vincent & rody uwu)

Send in "XXX" and I'll generate an NSFT prompt for our muses!

The stir-fry that Vincent has been SLAVING over for hours is now burnt to a crisp on the nearby stove. He manages to reach over and turn the knob off so that his apartment ISN'T burnt down, but his hands immediately go back to gripping the kitchen counter at one particularly hard thrust Rody gives him that makes him see STARS.

He looks over his shoulder to the red-head that he originally invited over for dinner, his own eyes hooded with mouth hanging open in trying to catch his breath. Vincent honestly didn't mean to SEDUCE Rody on the front end. Never did he imagine that wearing an apron in his own home would have stirred something within his waiter. Not that he's complaining whatsoever. It didn't take much convincing to drop his pants and bend over for the man he finds himself OBSESSED with.

Hearing Rody babbling about how he looks like some sort of house-husband makes a blush crawl up the back of his neck. He scoffs at the notion, but finds himself moaning at the idea of being that JUST for him. Maybe it could become his new reality if it means the other man keeps fucking him against the counter like his life depends on it. Vincent feels himself drawing closer and closer to his climax from it all.

❝Y-You're going to force me to make a mess of my kitchen, you idiot--❞

[capobambino]

✧ sender lowers their voice when receiver raises theirs. (from Waylon uwu)

ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ► accepting

He's got a temper like a ticking time-bomb; it's only a matter of time before the little man explodes with rage, and when he did it was usually loud and violent, not always in that order. In this particular case, he can't quite remember what had set him off, just that something had and it made him angry enough that he was going to shout to the heavens just how furious he was. This man's response? He spoke softly.

Franco shouted obscenities at him and the man's response, infuriatingly enough, was to speak calmly and softly back, and though this initially made Franco angrier, it eventually calmed him down. Whether they intended it or not, their voice was soothing and it quelled the part of the smaller man that was in such a fit of rage, till Franco was nothing more than a scowling, sniffling mess — much like a toddler.

" Ff... Ff.. Fuck you," He snarls, between his erratic breathing. "Fuck y-you... y' think that wor...worked on me... I'm still mad at..! At you!" Though he cannot recall for what. Maybe Franco wasn't really mad at the man at all and more at his situation and this guy was just unfortunate enough to be the target of such anger? Franco was lost and he was afraid... and here was this guy, refusing to match his energy. Kindness? Or fear?