#whisperonn

[elirastudio]

Some wisptangle cuz why not I like their ship

And I loved a lot lot lot issue 29 so that’s a lil animation I made❤️

[hyoukan]

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[unladylikc]

a new chapter awaits @whisperonn​ ;;

     It had been three months since Osyleus officially left, and as one could expect, time didn’t exactly stop. Of course, Vivian would continue getting up, going about her day, and pretending everything was fine, before heading back home. Upon reaching her room, there were days she’d crumble to her knees and sob uncontrollably, while other times, she’ll sit and stare blankly at the other end of the couch where Osyleus used to occupy.

    Despite how hard she tried, though, she couldn’t bring herself to throw out all his things; instead, she ends up pushing both the wolf plush and body pillow back through her  CLOSET  - still, the hatred she should have felt towards him never quite manifested, even after she finds herself lying awake and cursing his existence. Why, whenever she was dating or having sex with Osyleus in her dreams, her heart would continue skipping a beat - a sickening revelation that has her clutching her chest and embedding her nails harshly against the skin beneath where that traitorous organ lay, the moment she awakens.

      To make matters worse, her mother had also asked about him over dinner one night, causing her to issue forth a coldly uttered, ‘He’s gone’, which only led to more nosy prodding. By that point, she then snapped and said she didn’t want to discuss it any further, before storming off with her meal half  EATEN.  Fortunately, Yue Ping had learned to stop mentioning Osyleus after that, but regardless, it has remained such a touchy subject for her, Vivian refuses to even entertain conversations revolving around him.

      Well, either way, her best friend must have sensed a certain someone was on her mind, because the next thing she knew, Judith had presented her with a free ticket to a cruise ship voyage, and at her insistence, she reluctantly agreed to go; only... what she had failed to realize was that he was here as well. Later, just when Vivian had rounded the corner of the carpeted hallway after depositing her luggage in the cabin assigned to her, she would immediately capture the  UNMISTAKABLE  glimpse of white hair and mismatched eyes straight ahead. No way, was that Osyleus?

     Sure enough, she comes to an abrupt halt, allowing her bespectacled gaze to widen in utmost alarm. Naturally, the room key she had been clinging to earlier had gradually loosened from her grip, until it silently clattered by her feet. Soon, Vivian mutters out a quick, “ Shit! ”, and with gritted teeth alongside a hand gripping one side of her face, she hastily stoops down to seize it. 

     The whole entire time, however, she’ll glance off towards the side, for the last thing she wanted was to draw even more attention to herself. Fuck, fuck, fuck...! Had he already managed to recognize her? And more importantly, why in the world was Osyleus around? Did he have a  TICKET  too or was he a stowaway? 

[sonderrow-moved]

🔞 - 1 for each muse!

What I never say out loud is that...

All four of them have that selfish sadism switch inside of them that has them thrive sexually. ‘Cause it’s my brand™. What differ is the way they do it. From mental, physical and precise stinging torture (Archer) to straight up aggressive force (Jael). How easy it is to enable it and entirely act upon it (Archer) or more difficult (Quinn).

It is in them and what they personally prefer, some love it in and out of the bedroom (Archer), others are more fit to build up and unleash everything between the sheets (Roy). The “appeal” of the contrast between how hard they go at it and their usual daily behaviour is all different. Everyone get something.

Archer and Jael have openly shown this in thread. Not Quinn and Roy.

[bloodcraved]

@whisperonn​​​

               ❛ Do... you by any chance know this area well? ❜                   Rosario had been trying to get a signal on his phone for the last half hour so he could manage to find his way around but to no avail. Riding the trains were always fun but not so much when you end up in the next town over. Typically he doesn’t bother strangers like this but he’s at a loss what he can do without access to the internet, GPS is his best friend usually. ❛ I can’t access the map on my phone so I don’t even know where I am. Sorry for disturbing you but no one else stopped for me when I asked. ❜

[ap-exo-koukla]

💜 @whisperonn​

𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝,  no  more,  either  for  noble  defense  or  cold  hearted  deeds.  more  often  than  not  its  purpose  was  used  to  draw  blood,  innocent  or  guilty.  Ajisai  wasn’t  paid  to  ask  questions,  only  to  do  what  she  was  good  at.  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥.  the  sin  of  the  assassin  was  written  in  many  lines,  each  one  of  them  identical,  each  one  of  them  ice  cold.  

the  knife  carved  into  her  victim’s  flesh  in  one  generous  slice  across  their  neck,  their  cry  was  a  brilliant  sound,  guttural  chokes  mixed  with  an  agonized  roar.  her  lips  twisted  into a  smirk.  he  sank  to  his  knees,  continuing  to  scream,  convulsing  and  trembling  like  a  rabid  animal  and  thick  blood  flowed  freely  from  the  deep  and  exposed  wound.  the  cascade  of  the  man's  life  source  gushed  out  in  all  directions,  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭  liquid  squirting  in  the  air.  Ajisai  turned  away  as  his  plead  for  life  became  quieter,  the  sweet  tang  of  blood  tingling  in  her  nostrils.  she  wasted  no  time  phoning  her  boss,  confirming  the  assassination  of  a  now  former  mafia  member. 

stealing  from  the  mafia?  did  you  really  think  you  could  steal  cargo  from  us  without  detection?

Ajisai  shook  her  head.  just  another  greedy  lowlife  who  thought  he  could  fall  under  the  radar  with  a  quick  cash  grab.  he  underestimated  Mori’s  attention  to  detail.  he  was  not  one  to  𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫  with. 

‘  … did you really kill him…?  ’

she  turned  to  face  the  voice.  the  bloody  trail  from  her  knife  couldn't  be  less  obvious.  it  was  already  browning  with  those  sickly  matted  clumps  that  could  be  fragments  of  what  was  once  human.  the  woman  disregarded  the  sight  as  if  it  were  a  natural  occurrence.  her  eyes  were  so  different  in  moments  like  these.  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤,  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧,  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.  she moved  closer  with  her  light  blue  adorned  eyes  that  look  so  deeply  into  his. 

‘  —can i ask if you cleaned up…?  ’

her  brow  raised  with  partial  amusement.  her  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞  dragged  against  her  bottom  lip,  before  replying. 

‘  does  it  look  like  i  cleaned  up   ?  ’  her  gloved  hand  gestured  to  the  amount  of  blood  that  covered  the  ground.  his  reaction  made  her  chuckle.  little  did  this  poor  young  man  know,  the  man  he  had  dared  her  to  kill  was  her  target  tonight.  now  it  was  time  to  collect  her  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞.

‘  now,  boy,  i  do  believe  you  owe  me  something.  i  did  win  the  bet  after  all  ~  ’  the  amusement  in  her  voice  was  evident.  she  dragged  her  knife  along  a  purple  silk  handkerchief,  wiping  any  excess  blood.  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  was  her  specialty,  even  if  in  this  moment  it  was  not  intended.  her  voice  was  soft  and  melodious,  yet  somehow  frightening. 

‘  i  do  believe  i  am  in  need  of  a  companion,  perhaps  pet  is  a  better  word.  ’  surely  she  had  made  it  clear  she  was  not  one  to  displease.  given  the  𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  scene  that  she  had  painted  behind  her. 

[kllsworn]

( @whisperonn​ )

“So what’ya think about this place? Could it work out?” They had finally reached their destination. It was a long road and they had both been hurt an starved. The only reason Zack was even willing to keep on trying was because Os managed to catch them some food and even roasted it enough to make a somewhat proper meal. That kept the killer’s spirits up.

   However, ever since they had gotten here, there was not one proper victim around. He had expected people to stumble across this place on a daily basis, giving him some easy kills - but things had been dead. It really was a ghost town.

      “I’m not impressed, this place is boring as fuck. I can’t believe    we went through all this to get to a place even more useless.”

With a grunt, Zack slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, an annoyed look on his face. Things had been.. Weird. For the lack of a better word. Os had insisted on helping him with EVERYTHING which was starting to annoy Zack immensely. Even with his bandages! Which usually was something he only did himself.

         Was he trying to make up for the screwed up kill? 

“Also, what was up with the campers back in the forest? What was your deal there, huh? You usually let me go crazy on a bunch of people. I almost sliced you into pieces, fucking brat...” 

[strongwilledsoul]

@whisperonn​

"....... going commando is unsanitary... . ." he unintentionally flicked a glance downward at the other, now suspicious.

“I don’t see how. It’s all fabric innit? What difference does it make which fabric it is, as long as I’m clean. May as well be comfy too.”