Violent Exhaust

"I'm Knives. Nice ta fuckin' meetcha." biker rp blog affiliated with wildencounters

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Slurred words >D

“Oh, I don’t know er, but she, uh, looks like this fuckin’ girl I used ta know. This girl, my ma wanted us to get married or somethin’. Fuck, we almost did. So there’s that.” 

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slurred words

“Alright so holy shit. Have you fuckin’ heard about when she punch on of my bros in the face? Fuckin’ wrecked him or somethin’. Fuckin’ don’t tell her I told you, but that’s my kinda woman right there. Wouldn’t mind takin’ her out for icecream or something’, ya know?”

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Slurred words!

“Who tha fuck is that? Show me a picture or somethin’. Oh, she looks like a girl who needs savin’ or somethin’. Like those fuckin’ dames in distress or… somethin’.” 

[deerhippie-blog]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

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by the throat ; knives & tulia

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His jaw hangs like a loose hinge when her fist connects with the other mans nose. A loud chortling guffaw shoots out from deep in his belly. The girl has spunk, that’s for sure. She just did something that Knives has been wanting to do since he settled into the gang. Blood pulses in his earlobes. 

Her offer for first aid sounds insincere for a moment, but something is drawing him to her... and the thought of an actual first aid kit sounds better than whiskey and dirty bandages. 

He shoots a look at his men and calls in a rough voice. “Get out of here. You heard her.” He shoos them with his good hand. They begrudgingly gather their things and stalk off in different directions. He turns to follow Tulia but sees that she has gotten a good distance a head of him. He sort of gallops to catch up with her. His boots clunk against the ground with loud thuds. 

Upon entering the nursery, he suddenly feels very aware of how he looks. Tight black pants, a ripped up white shirt, a leather jacket with studs and zippers galore, not to mention his famous eye patch. He feels the children’s eyes glue to him and he attempts a sort of lopsided smile at the table nearest him. Sure he was tough, but he wasn’t about to scare a bunch of children. 

He watches the way that Tulia interacted with them. So very different than the violent outburst he had just seen out side. She was careful and gentle. 

“So, uh, about that first aid kit? I can just patch myself up and get goin’.” 

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by the throat ; knives & tulia

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Kneeling on the ground outside the bar, knives fiddles with the motor of his bike. Its been acting a little wonky lately and rattling in all the wrong ways. What kind of biker would he be if he didn’t give his ride the tender gentle care it needed. With nimble hands, his fingers dance around the sprockets and gaskets. One of the guys comes up behind him startling him and he jerks. This causes his hand to scrap across a jagged piece of metal. Crimson blood flows from his palm. 

“Fuck!” he shouts louder than he intended. “What the fuck, man?” He shoves the man away from him and starts rifling, one handed, through the bag on the back of his bike. Shit like this always happens. Why the hell are these meatheads so incompetent?

He’s pulled out of his seething thoughts by the voice of a woman. A woman yelling at him. He looks her over. She must be from that place with the kids across the street. Why the hell did they put a bar here? 

“I’m tuning up my bike, lady. I can’t really just do that inside now can I?” He looks down at the blood pouring from between his fingers. “I get that you’re protectin’ the kids, I see that, but I gotta fix my bike before we go anywhere.” He pulls a rag out of the bag and presses it into the wound. He winces in pain, but lifts his head to look Tulia in the eyes. 

She is firm and strong. He can tell that she isn’t going to back down. He shifts his glance to the rest of the gang who are hanging on to his words with sickening grins. They look like starved dogs who’ve just been showed a piece of meat. Knives stomach churns at this. “I’ll tell the boys to keep it down, alright?”

[cloudedart]

Muscular pokemon in underpants with lizard heads

[ultraviolentiae]

♟ - I'm interested to see what you can come up with!

♟ ; patching up a wound

The gash in Morty’s arm is barely longer than an inch or two, but Knives feels responsible. He’d been driving too fast and not paying attention, as usual, when Morty stepped off the side walk and into the street. Now, you could say that maybe Morty needed to watch where he was going and learn how to get the hell out of the way, but that is neither here nor there. 

Any way you slice it, Knives’s mirror clipped Morty right in the arm and left a pretty hefty gash. It just so happened that Knives carried a first aid kit in the bag on his bike. Being in a gang and on the run constantly is enough to teach you that sometimes you need a bandage or two. It is also because of gang fights, that Knives had learned to stitch someone up if the situation called for it. 

“Stop fidgeting, wouldja?” Knives spits through gritted teeth. The curved needle used for suturing is small in his large calloused hands. He’s used to doing stitches for his gang members and himself but never a stranger. Honestly, he was surprised that Morty didn’t immediately run to a hospital or a lawyer, but here he was on the back of Knives’s motorcycle getting stitched up. 

“Listen man, I’m really sorry,” he pulls a silver flask from his jacket pocket and pours some of the alcohol onto a rag before pressing it against the fresh stitches. “You might wanna check that in a few days, if its puffy and red go to a hospital.” He takes a swig from the flask and stuffs it back in his pocket. “Now get off my bike, pretty boy.”

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✑

“well, uh,  it goes real fast.... and its sounds like vroom vroom”

[spiritscalling]

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

[gottacatchemall]

[じろっ]

[ultraviolentiae]

nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[malkshake]

For the Pokédex art jam in Mexico. I’m so stupidly happy I was assigned Arbok ; 3 ;

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Here’s an incredible haunter.

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