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[heavenlyborne]

@vscera​ asked: 'what am I?' >:) (send me “ what am i?” and my muse will describe yours in 3 words.)

“Repugnant, bizarre, unholy.”

[sensoo]

@vscera​ asked “  Indulge me, just this once ? “

She kept her distance from them, her body stiffening from the red aura coming off of them. She hand't seen one like that before, and it scared her. She didn't know them, and didn't know what they wanted at all. She felt stuck, and if she ran she knew something bad was going to happen. The question threw her off even more.

 What kind of information were they looking for? She was a rescue hero, she didn't know much about what was happening in the city nor did she know much about the other heroes since she only worked with them when they came to help out. She paused for a moment before opening her mouth. 

" Well... what do you wanna know? "

[aoiiryoku]

@vscera​ liked ( x )

  “  And who the hell are you supposed to be ?  “ left roughly as Dabi’s slender digits raised to flicker the cigarette, he had just been smoking, away while intense azure hues stayed on the other individual.  

[luazasvogel]

What Animal? ( no longer accepting ! )

@vscera​ said:

Sea urchin or a Crown of thorns starfish

  IS IT BECAUSE OF HIS HORNS??? He do look like a crown of thorns starfish TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST--

      I do like the look of the Crown of Thorns starfish...Ver interesting boy.

[perpetualjinx]

@vscera​

Shiro was starting from the very bottom of the League’s ranks, as if there were entry-level positions for their particular creed. He supposed he didn’t have as impressive a track record as the guy who could literally set an entire city block on fire, or the flamboyant marble guy with Rorschach tests for a face- but whatever he lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm and a lot of guns.

Being sent to back up villains with better Quirks was par the course, but having the original crew ALSO delegate him to minor fetch quests and other unwanted duties felt a little insulting. Like he wasn’t being taken seriously or that really anyone could fulfill the same roles he performed. 

That evening he was ordered to work with an associate of the group, though the person in question seemed to warrant more strategic importance (thus begrudging respect) than he did. 

And he would shortly see why.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, clasping a hand over his mouth as his gag reflex reared it’s ugly head.

It wasn’t every day that you saw some guy’s insides become their outsides, but the calm and almost thoughtful gaze that his mission partner gave mass of still twitching and operating organs was like that of an academic studying a piece of modernist art.

“Uh... yeah, so if you guys don’t wanna end up like that, then you’d better do as we say. Got it?”

He stomped on what he assumed was a length of large intestine for emphasis and immediately regretted it when the most disgusting smell humanly possible issued from beneath the heel of his boot. Something squirted up into someone else’s eye, their mouth opening into a silent scream before their dinner decided to make a triumphant march back up their esophagus. 

After that, it was like watching a stadium filled with sports fans do the wave- except instead of cheering, they were... preoccupied by a wholly different action.

[viciousbite]

@vscera​ said: cue naizo just wrapping a small intestine around michi's neck like a scarf " you really DO fit in red ~ "

Wow, this pretty boy was strange. Not that he didn’t know some fucked up people already, but rarely someone came to him with intestines in hand. Now that’s some fancy accessory. The Hound stared at the male in confusion till he wrapped his fingers around the intestine and gave it a light sniff. Eh, it smelled eatable. A crunch, and a splatter of blood on his lips as Michi tasted the organ. Raw meat, not the best tasting, so he left it at one bite. Who knows where it came from. Kind of gross.

“Of course I do.” He didn’t want to thank the stranger, so that was all they got out of him. Not that he was lying, red did look great on him. Too bad he didn’t feel like walking around covered in human organs, so the bloody scarf had to go. With one tug, Michi pulled the intestine off his neck and what he did next, well, gently slapped the stranger with said organ. 

“So where did you pick this one from? I’d hope it was out of yourself, but I don’t think you’d be standing there so casually.” He knew people could live awhile without certain organs, but... yeah, some organs were more important than the others.

[twyred]

Would you like to see me try that too—the way I do it with creatures like your little self?

His brittle hands settled over a small square of leather, maroon rivers coursing over the faded surface. Or so they seemed to, alive under Vasil's tender eye. It had been a map once.

"Anything but little." He clutched at his own arms, ribs, wan cheeks. "Gallons of self in here; sometimes I worry I may never fully leave this thing."

The man's face seemed undecided between fascination and fear. People carrying an air like this one always turned out trouble of some new and terrible flavour.

"I'd like to see. But you must promise no one sent you. If you came here of your own will, I can be sure you're real."

[untoterxhund]

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

gloved hands proceed to pat off dirt and debris from his coat and pants, accidentally and absent-mindedly smearing the crimson substance against the grain of his trousers while doing so. specks of red painted across his albino-locks from his tussle with those who're attempting to cash-in on the bounty that was out for the experimental tech that was more or less a part of him. at first, he didn't pay the other man any real attention seeing how they weren't attempting anything, although the comment had made the coyote look up from his mess.

"--Th' hell are y' goin' on about? Shit's hard t' get off, I need to go 'fore it dries up." truly, a strange comment, something he believes that he hasn't heard before nor would he ever think about hearing someone even compliment him on having blood smeared over him, both his own and the assailants that failed their ultimate goal.