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[zzom-bee]

"Hey, I haven't really done this shit before, but uh," Alex scratches the back of his head, handing Bailey a (rather poorly) wrapped package containing a quite high quality set of watercolours, brushes, and a bound pad of papers. "Assholes wore me down enough to warm up to the holiday. Merry Christmas, Bails."

A soft expression of surprises crosses their face as theyre handed the little package, accepting it softly. It isn't often they get gifts-- and quite often they're nothing more than pure bribery, or in some cases thinely veiled threats.

But it's just... watercolours. Beautiful watercolours, complete with a set of brushes and paper-- oh, they've been needing more paper! Surprise turns into excitement, elation, and they bounce softly as they examine the paints, the brushes, the paper, these wonderful little heartfelt gifts. "Oh, my," they mutter, looking at Alex with such love. "You're positively lovely, you know that? I adore you, how sweet you are to me--" they set the items carefully aside to free up the room required for them to stand on the tips of their toes, placing their hands on Alexs shoulders for stability and kissing him carefully on the lips.

Already, they're picturing what to paint, all the pretty things they could do. "Thank you, love. I'll paint you something pretty-- Maybe I'll paint you! If you'll allow me, of course."

[zzom-bee]

shakes blog 

[zzom-bee]

lesdelis​:

@zzom-bee liked.

      “The fuck’re you doin’ here?” It wasn’t like he was somewhere private– he just really wasn’t sure how he felt about this mysterious stranger. Well, at least it wasn’t his apartment this time. At worst, he would just have to shrug them off again. 

      “Want a cigarette?” He was already lighting one for himself, shaking the box gently in their direction. 

       “What’s the most appropriate answer to that particular question?” they hum, reaching out to snag a cigarette from the box with a quick mutter of thanks. “I could say it’s a simple stroke of luck we keep bumping in to each other- Or I could say I’m stalking you, perhaps even planning the best time to murder you,” the cigarette is held out in silent request for a light. “Perhaps I’m really just dreadfully bored.”

[zzom-bee]

ah yea new icon,,

[zzom-bee]

“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”

@fleur-de-lit

      “Might I remind you, I don’t appreciate being treated like a child,” there’s an edge to their tone that isn’t usually there, the twinge of annoyance meant more to mask the pain they feel. No matter how many times they wind up in this position they never quite adjust to the sensation of something broken. “Fine-,” exasperation, as though Alex has pressed beyond words previous, “Just do it quick, I’ve not got the time to wait for precision.”

[zzom-bee]

"You have a very different definition of fun."

@monochromaticoccultist

      They’re perched atop an old wooden chair they dragged in from god knows where, wiping at the edge of a blade with a dampened cloth. An unidentifiable tune is hummed as they do so, pausing as Ryou speaks and then continuing on as they process their response.

      “I’m well aware,” they finally chirp, holding the blade up to the light and inspecting it’s cleanliness, “But different definitions of ‘fun’ are what bring spice to our otherwise dull life, does it not? Different things that every person longs to do- That’s how we get to where we are now, so full of variety.”

[evakvigmohns-deactivated2020111]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

i’m going to go ahead and cut you off right there, because i don’t give a shit.

what the fuck, is all i have to say to that.

i was born in the darkness

you have a very different definition of fun

do you think we’re gonna die here tonight?

let’s get the fuck out of here

can you even look at least a little bit worried?

oh, you’ve out dumbed yourself.

you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do.

if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?

when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods?

give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous, i would appreciate that

one of these times we’re gonna die

i just heard a scream

well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff

we’re here for the cult stuff, we saw the ad on craigslist!

you need to chill, you need to chill out

as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp

you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but i got a bad feeling about this one

you wanna play? let’s fucking play

do try to kill me

are you even human?

sound like a fair deal?

[monstrousthingsrp]

Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

[zzom-bee]

colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[zzom-bee]

new outfit

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lesdelis​:

   Whatever neutral expression he’d tried to keep screwed up in distaste as they spoke. He knew some characters, but he definitely didn’t like this one. While his expression became a rather confused scowl, he found himself leaning back against the door frame– and he didn’t seem intent on moving.

      “Th’ fuck do you know ‘bout my manners, motherfucker?” At the very least, he didn’t make much of an attempt to move. If he was trying to prove a point, he certainly wasn’t doing a good job. But he knew he was crude and mean to everyone, and it seemed his reputation preceded him.

      “Listen, I’ve had a long fuckin’ day.” That was, for the most part, untrue. He didn’t give a shit who they were or why they were here, he just wanted them out. “I’m interested in you gettin’ the fuck outta my place. Hopefully in a way where I don’t gotta clean your brain off th’ fuckin’ walls before bed.”

       Excitement flashes on their face at that last sentence. They’re more than aware of the fact their brain won’t be on the walls by the end of the evening, though that may very well be the overconfidence speaking, but the prospect is thrilling-- Perhaps only because of how far away the fact of it happening seems. Usually so keen on their own survival, venturing out into a random gang leader’s home for the sake of a bit of death defying fun. Perhaps they’re starting to lose the few marbles they’d managed to gain over the years.

       “If you want to try it then be my guest!” they chirp in an almost breathless town, eyes ( or rather eye ) wild. “Many have tried to kill me to a terrible lack of success. Bit of a roulette game, if you ask me-- Do you like to gamble? With your life? With the lives of others? It doesn’t matter, anyways, how many times you shoot at me. I have a tendency to come back to places I’m not wanted.” A pause, and then they break into a wide grin, “Am I even talking in simple enough terms for you to understand, or should I approach the situation like I would with a toddler?”

[zzom-bee]

cont w/ @lesdelis from (x) 

       They pop up from where they’re crouched with far too much excitement in their step, waiting almost eagerly for a reach for a weapon, a threatening pose-- But there’s... nothing, really. Well, no violence doesn’t have to mean no fun. Words can be plenty. Bailey turns sharp on their heel to fully face the man, and then with a far too over dramatic bow they chirp out a formal little “Good evening,” and when they stand straight once more there’s something far more snarky in their expression, “That’s the proper way to greet someone, if you had manners. But that’s a bit too much to expect, I suppose.”

        They fall still after their little show, intent at first on observing the man in all his glory. “Not going to attack me?” Perhaps they’re pushing their luck. Perhaps all he needs is that little shove to reach for the gun that’ll blow their brain from their skull, if they’re unlucky. But Bailey is never unlucky. “Maybe you have more manners than your introduction would lead you believe. Interested instead in some tea? Some little chit chat? I doubt you’re more interested in who i am rather than why I’m here.” 

[zzom-bee]

They have an itch. The kind of itch that only stealing important things from dangerous people can scratch. 

[fleur-de-lit]

Finally, bailey reveals the true extent of their monstrous personality.. "I quite like lacroix, honestly."

“Ah, it makes sense now why you hate root beer.”

“You just have shitty taste in drinks.”

[zzom-bee]

I wonder in what horrible way that saint of yours will finally be killed. He seems to like fire, perhaps burnt alive for you to watch, hm?

( ment @fleur-de-lit )

       It’s something that they think about frequently. Death and all it’s consequences, and the consequence of their mere presence around people like Alex-- The ones they grow close to and the horrible ends they most often meet. They’ve often times tried to convince themself that Alex surpasses that rhythm, rises above it to form his own fate. But only a fool would think that fates can’t tangle, and Bailey’s string has a habit of wrapping it’s way around any other that comes close, becoming a tangled mess.

       “I’m not one for making assumptions of such a nature,” they mutter softly, resting their head against their hand and allowing their gaze to drift off to the side, “In any case, how bold of you to assume I’d be there to watch it.” 

[zzom-bee]

"Do you eat those smashed up peas? Isn't that like, baby food??"

@fleur-de-lit

     They just... stare, for a long, long time, the confusion slowly growing on their face. “Good lord, Alex, what are you talking about?”