Terrible fucking vibes. Pin prick eyes glimmer from above. The shine of his grin glistens. Somewhere far above the lights. His face is swallowed in shade. His chalk pale fingers quietly wrap around the neon as he sniffs the air. "Yer' a special one, ain'tcha?"

Thought it was a movie, honest.

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔖𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔚𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔑𝔬𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔱 𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝔗𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔯 𝔇𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔯

@mariathelamia.bsky.social He quirks a brow. This one's weird...

"El dolor de cabeza no lo dejarán de ser. Es lo que hay."

The man's neck cracks. He reaches his bloodied knuckles up to his nose, sniffing them. He'll remember the scent.

Nope. He's sort of- backstepping, letting the man's own inertia let him crash. He can't slow too much from there. Calmly, he collects the knife, staring down. Cassius isn't joking.

And he's gonna uppercut Cruz across the next five floors of the apartments in front of them- Big man's way faster than he looks.

Cracking his knuckles. "Run."

Ok.

📣 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙏 𝙐𝙋.

Today, he must meet a Cardinal. He distracts himself with the sparks flying off the knife.

//is it weird that GOW:Ragnarok has inspired me for this guy? Prolly

KIM KITSURAGI - “You threw an improvised petroleum bomb at the major. A firefight ensued.” YOU - “Is he dead?” KIM KITSURAGI - “Yes.” HALF LIGHT - You're a real killer, Harry.

ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙁𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙖 '40 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙩 #MVRP | #OCRP

ₛₒₙg ₒf ₘy ₛₒᵤₗ, ₘy ᵥₒᵢcₑ ᵢₛ dₑₐd; Dᵢₑ ₜₕₒᵤ, ᵤₙₛᵤₙg, ₐₛ ₜₑₐᵣₛ ᵤₙₛₕₑd ₛₕₐₗₗ dᵣy ₐₙd dᵢₑ ᵢₙ ₗₒₛₜ Cₐᵣcₒₛₐ.

Ya suck off a Kettie' or sommin'?

I got the Skibidi Toilet type Rizz when I am Shadowmaxxxing. Next up I'll be 360 no-scoping @venimusadte.bsky.social with a 2% of my power

SHIVERS - I want to be found…But I need to be heard…Listen within the place of industry, where power and structure join perfectly…

noize I might take a few hours to relax after the shock of the Knull guy being... That. Like, it's shocking. Even if it is the nine hundredth time. It always feels bad. I need to recover.

//Isn't the peni he just interacted with well known *and * recent

"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡." Scottish Fae with a liking for blood 🐺 Fantasy OC 🐺 MVRP 🐺25+ 🐺 Banter, SL's, etc 📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT

ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠㅤ─── 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖴𝖭𝖧𝖮𝖫𝖸 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖢 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 ⋮៚ why would you be a flower when you can be a venus fly trap ❜ ❜ ᅠᅠᅠ

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Snow Welkin. Blonde Welkin… INLAND EMPIRE - Heartbreak Welkin. PAIN THRESHOLD - Pain Welkin.

"Que clase de bárbaro crucifica?" Su sorpresa es sincera, observando la cicatriz circular en el dorso de su mano, sujetándole los largos dedos. No hay tal recuerdo en su mirada. Solo las manos negras tirando de sus falanges y susurros en su sombra. La mirada cansada se deja entrever.

YOU - I don't want to argue with him. He's kind of scary. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - What is this? Is this what you've been training for? So you could wuss out when push comes to shove?

The grindstone sparks against the silver edge of the trench knife, the words on it's side mock him. "Memento Mori." His eyes look back from the edge, in his reflection sit the Watchers, forever whispering from his shadow. A hunter must hunt.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒

// horror rp muses come to me

@milfizce.bsky.social The Howl of a mechanic beast roars through the mountains. For no other machine could comfortably carry the raw volume of the Pale titan. It stops suddenly, remarking the silence of birds and wind in his pressence, banished in the eerie aura of the long, pitch black shadows~>

ㅤ ㅤ ⋆ㅤㅤㅤ What is that 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾? 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽 𝗹 𝗮 𝘆 ——&& 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘽𝙀𝙏. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Wait till you look into a mirror, lmao.

ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃʷʸᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈⁱˢᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ˢⁱⁿⁿᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘᵈᵍᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒˢˢᵉˢ ᴵ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠⁱʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃⁿᵏᵉʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢˢᵉˢ ᵖᵒˡⁱᵗⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵃʳˢ

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Aight. * Opens the book. Starts reading it*.

"I got a lot of room, my hair ain't taking any."

"And your eyes work, congrats."

Cut your hair hippie

No shit. Stand still let me trim ya fangs.

Whirs chainsword.

Meme as in the sociological concept or the cat pictures.

Why are you aroused by men pointing guns at you.

*Thwack with the fat ass Encyclopedia Daemonica book*

You flatter me. She ain't my type.

Women don't come in my size. Men neither. Tried.