#BLUDBOY

[swervdcity-arc]

@bludboy

“ you’re   …   you’re the guy ??? ” you’re not one to judge, miles. a cocked eyebrow, stupid green eyes that wander, the just-there look of disbelief. but, as lethal that his judgment is, his insatiable need to get rid of this thing is much deadlier. a monster, a creature, a being much bigger than himself. something so big that the voices he’s been harassed by have quieted down. they’re scared. they’re looking to him to help. as he looks to this self-professed gun-for-hire, he knows he can’t be so goddamn picky. there’s not a lot of options here. nothing but a number scribbled on a post-it note, a chicken-scratched ‘ MARCUS ’ up top                   along with a horrible doodle of the frat house cat                   and a fucking dream : “ you’re the guy i talked to ??? the one who’ll kill anything or whatever ??? ”

[loath3d]

selene looks the man over, eyes narrowed as she takes him in. ❝ now why the hell would i trust you? ❞ though she speaks only loud enough for the two of them to hear, her words command attention. she glares now, jaw clenched and lips set in a thin line.

starter for / @bludboy

[st1gmata-d]

“ i need you to say it’s okay. ” ╰  @bludboy

...   but you’re bleeding, marcus, just look at you. a personal pet, a beloved companion, a plaything, in luiza’s palms                   wet with not only his blood, but the blood of their enemies. there’s the default urge to sigh, roll their eyes, tell him to walk it off, but the desperation. cocaine crashes, a trail of bodies, flesh wounds. we pissed some bad people off, luiza touches his face, gently dragging bruised knuckles along his cheek, careful not to damage what’s precious   :   “ we will be. i’ll make sure of it. ” spoken with utmost confidence, through a sugary tone. they’ll see to it, but upon assessing the damage, it’s impossible to believe yourself. “ i promise. ”

[tartt9]

Jamie tilts his head to the side, raising a shoulder in a shrug. "Football'll always be there," he says, like it's a fact. If it's not him, if it's not Richmond, if it's not the Premier League, there will always be something. There will always be the boy in the council estate with the football handed down from a boy [ now a man ] who lived next door ten, twenty, thirty years ago. There will always be the love, the passion, there will always be someone waking up in the middle of the night to watch a World Cup game on the other side of the world. There will always be the tears, the cheers, the moments before a penalty is taken where everything is silent. "I'm just lucky I get t'play it for a living." Even if he wasn't professional, even if he'd been cut from City's academy when he was a boy, he still would've ended up in some Sunday league, muddy from poor pitch conditions, in boots whose laces were fraying from constant use. He snorts a little laugh at the arm being offered to him. "Y'sure, mate...? I can sign, like... literally anything else." It's not that he won't sign his arm [ he's signed body parts before, after all ], it's that that's sort of impermanent. You can't exactly frame your signed arm. Nevertheless, he grabs a marker, uncapping it with his teeth so that he doesn't drop the ball under his arm to do as he was told.

             [     ...     ]                𝐇𝐄'𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐓   𝐓𝐎   at   least   pretend   he   knows   who   the   hell   this   guy   is,    right    ?    when   he   got   the   call,    all   marcus   got   was   a   name   and   a   face   to   go   with   it    ...    really,    he   only   remember   how   many   zeros   was   written   in   that   check.    with   that   amount   of   money,    he   can   finally   taste   a   real   steak    ...    none   of   that   highschool   cafeteria   shit   where   it's   mixed   in   with   flour   and   some   sort   of   rat   meat.    "    oh,    c'mon,    now   you're   just   being   humble    !    if   it   weren't   for   you,    there   would   be   no   game   to   cheer   on,    huh    ?    no   victories   either.    i   saw   how   good   you   were   out   there.    we   all   did,    "    what   the   hell   did   this   guy   play   again    ?    a   question   for   next   time    ...    but   for   now,    he's   hit   with   an   offer   he's   wholly   unprepared   for.    "    uh,    oh    ...    yeah    !    of   course,    uh    ...    "    he   takes   the   time   it   took   for   him   to   stride   towards   jamie   to   offer   his   arm   as   a   last   resort.    poor   fucker   probably   won't   even   remember   him   long   enough   to   tell   the   tale   of   the    '    weird   fan   who   made   me   sign   his   arm    '.    "    do   you    ...    mind    ?    "

[zer0carrds]

COMPLETED COMMISSION : standard carrd, base account friendly. for @bludboy <3

[salvatoraes]

NEGATIVE QUALITIES: ZODIAC EDITION.

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

ARIES : tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.

TAURUS : idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.

GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.

CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.

LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.

VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.

LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.

SCORPIO : easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves

SAGITTARIUS : impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them.

CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally.

AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.

PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation.

tagged : stole it from @everyoneismytoy ! tagging : @forbaes , @klaeus or @elenaes ( or both ) , @chth0nia , @bludboy , @malka-lisitsa , @saralans , @unbearablyindifferent , @walkeddeath , @hellsurvivr , @hcllchesters ( del ofc ) , @ac1nums ( for phoebe ) , @sarcasticsnackpack , @antiturner , @lupaeus & you reading this !

[kurokiborn]

     ݁        .  𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵        !                  independent,    highly    selective    &    private    portrayal    of    saya    kuroki    from    the    DEADLY    CLASS    verse.    highly    canon    divergent    +    heavily    headcanon    influenced        !        (     aurora.    twenty    three.    she/they.    est.     )

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   :   @bludboy   .

[eregored]

¹  𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐺𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷   .  　◞‏‏‎   a  highly  independent,  selective,  *&  mutually  exclusive  horror  blog  dedicated  to  𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑎𝘩  𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎  𝑏𝑒𝘩𝑧𝑎𝑑𝑖,  an  original  fandomless  character  of  my  own  creation  —  established  in  july  of  2022,  revised  in  2024  .  19+  only  to  interact  (  20+  preferred  due  to  nature  of  blog  )  .  EATEN  BY  MOTH  . 

inspiration  drawn  from  horror  medias  including  :  the  conjuring,  insidious,  evil  dead,  rec,  ginger  snaps,  paranormal  activity,  silent  hill  *&  more  .  symbolism  will  be  used  throughout  threads  *&  metas,  including  the  talking  about  cannibalism  *&  dying  —  if  you  are  uncomfortable,  𝑑𝑜  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤  ! 

¹  WARNING   .   ²  PINTEREST   .   ³  PLAYLIST   .   ⁴  CARRD   .

heavily  affiliated  with  .  @97naive , @atrocites ( any five blog ), @unholies ( any miles blog ), @inkvoiced ( any chia blog atp ), @0hmillie, @angelvoiced, @debtgun, @bludboy, @carn1vorous , @foolthe

mains  . 

 𝐴  𝑆𝑇𝑈𝐷𝑌  𝐼𝑁  :  possession,  religious  trauma,  what’s  real  *&  what  isn’t,  cultish  propaganda,  the  rotting  of  one’s  own  soul,  reliving  death  over  *&  over  again,  immortality  ?,  not  being  your  old  self,  cannibalism,  psychosis  +  it’s  struggles,  undiagnosed  mental  illness,  killing  is  an  art  form  *&  more  .

[dilly-dallys-scene]

hey suprstarz ☆彡

itz ben sooooooooooz long !!! Iv been waning 2 blog agin but iv juzt been 4getting ://// But!!!! my boygrlfriend haz ben blogging soz im followin in stead hehehe X3 i mizz fen soz much an i might invite fen ovr soon (*^_^*)

yezterday i wen 2 a prk w/my bludboy (vamp boyfrnd) an we met up w/ sum 1 selling old clothz 4 suuuper cheep an i got da mcblingy-ist drezz evrrrrr!!!! maybe pozt it l8r

got top surgry an iv ben livin it uppppppp igghghhh luv my new chezt omggggg ugh

kizzez 4evr xxxx, —ur fav freak <3

[martyrsuggestion]

bludboi he tastes an d hes not so d epreased

[st1gmata-d]

# ST1GMATA-D : independent, mutuals - only original character loosely based in the DEADLY CLASS universe. A DIVE INTO : the california underbelly, blood money, coke binges, and girlbossing your way to the top. follows back from @swervdcity <3

              ᵢ. CARRD. ᵢᵢ. INBOX.

HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH : @bludboy.

[st1gmata-d]

a chuckle   :   “ no   …   a real place. fancy. ” chauffeured, candlelit, with satin tablecloth and aged wine. the perks of connections   &&   an unlimited budget. and this would be a place where they could let their hair down                   no guns, no deals, no rivals. a date. like normal people do. they know marcus’ bar is probably low                   ‘ olive garden ’                   but by fuckin’ god they’re going to put their all into this one. luiza gives a last assessment of the knife and decides it’s good. blade reaches out, picking up his chin lightly   :   “ i’ll take you anywhere you want if you dress nice for me. ”

             [     ...     ]               𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘   lovestruck   boy   that   came   before   him,    he   watches   them   with   perpetual   heart   eyes    :    enamoured   in   all   the   ways   a   first   love   beckons   his   heartstrings,    lips   upturned   into   an  ��easy   smile   at   her   words.    it's   been   a   long   while   since   he   did   that    ...    smile.    genuinely.    unabashedly.    "    thought   i   earned   myself   a   bit   of   that   already.    passed   level   twenty-eight   and   defeated   the   final   boss   of   the   quest   of   luiza.    y'don't   think   so    ?    "    head   resting   against   the   rest   of   crushed   velvet,    gaze   never   once   straying   from   them.    he   never   dares   to.    "    yeah    ?    's   it   olive   garden    ?    "    'cause   he's   never   been,    not   really.    all   bright   lights   and   family-style.

[sanguinarch-of-terrorfane]

Bludboy, khorne orruk wig a gorechoppa and da gorefist (brass nux)

[loath3d]

selene is not accustomed to receiving or accepting help from others, let alone strangers, but it doesn't seem like she has much of a choice in this instance. it doesn't lessen her anger, though, and bright blue eyes that are normally brown remain glued to him. ❝ then lead the way, ❞ she'll half growl after a few beats of silence, carefully shifting to begin walking towards the man before her. ❝ and while you're at it — would you mind telling me how i ended up here? ❞ it isn't like selene to be caught off guard, but one moment she'd been tracking someone and the next she'd been knocked unconscious. not her best moment, but certainly not her worst.

             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓,    but   what   marcus   also   lacks   severely   in,    besides   many   social   cues,    is   a   sense   of   self-preservation   that   will   stop   him   from   getting   his   head   mounted   on   a   spike.    he's   a   mortal,    nothing   compared   to   a   vampire,    and   yet    ...    his   eyes   roll,    hints   of   a   scoff   breaking   past   tightly-pressed   brims.    "    take   my   words   as   you   want   to.    just   'cause   it   made   you   mad,    doesn't   mean   it   was   my   intention,    "    he   shrugs,    bat   now   pointing   to   the   far,    seemingly   endless   darkened   distance   in   front   of   them.    "    'cause   i'm   the   only   person   who's   ever   gotten   'outta   here   alive,    "

[swervdcity-arc]

“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry. ”   and this apology is a hair genuine, not just some appeasement behavior. miles, no matter how many braincells he lacks, know this isn’t cool. it’s fucking uncouth. and, though the bar is incredibly low, miles is embarrassed. but   :   “ i probably look like a complete jackass right now. and you’re probably right. ” this is going to be an attempt on marcus’ heartstrings. a sigh. posture deflates as he rips his vape, blowing smoke away from marcus. a sign of respect in frat boy language. “ i just   …   i don’t got a lot of money right now                   ” nevermind the brand new cart on his pen. anyways. “                   but i legit think you could be the only person who could help me. you don’t seem easily freaked out. i’m sure you could handle a demon or something. me ??? i can’t. and i got a legion of ghosts who won’t let me sleep or anything until i fix this. do you know what it’s like to be cockblocked by your own grandmother’s ghost ??? it’s not fun man. it’s not cool. can we just consider this an IOU, maybe set up a payment plan or something ??? ”

             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘   be   offended,    right    ?    he   went   all   the   way   there,    for   fuck's   sake    ...    even   told   luiza   that   he's   busy,    that   their   boy   has   a   job   to   do    —    and   actual,    paid   one    ...    with   ADULT   MONEY,    and   there   goes   this   fucker,    looking   at   him   like   he   can't   even   cut   a   cucumber   correctly    (    yes,    he   saw   that   kendall   jenner   video   and   laughed   for   twenty-minutes   straight    ).    "    yeah    ...    ?    d'you   see   anyone   else   here    ?     "    it   it   'cause   he   doesn't   look   like   a    '    marcus    '    or   'cause   he   doesn't   look   like   ryan   reynolds   in   a   shitty   latex   suit    ?    mercenaries   come   in   all   shapes   and   sizes    !!    "    ...    look,    are   you   'gonna   waste   my   fucking   time    ?    'cause   i   could   very   much   be   going   on   a   date   with   the   they   of   my   dreams   right   now,    "

[st1gmata-d]

“ you’re not   …   completely blameless. ” head rolls, ear leaning on their shoulder. careful                   almost                   to speak with some sort of tact, maybe in order to avoid whining and, worse, pitying. regardless, marcus has effectively gotten under her skin. little by little, day by day, altercation by altercation. to be needed for something other than being a supplier, but now, some sort of protector. luiza can’t deny she enjoys it. “ marcus. you’re a rat, it’s better to keep ya head down, because the knife they stab in y’back, it’s gonna be a real one                  ” a pause. “ and the blame will land on me. ”

             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐄   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   without   another   word    ;    a   shark   inhale   of   toxins   hovering   over   his   tongue,    nicotine   sinking   and   slowly   littering   his   thoughts   of   any   worries.    the   last   thing   he   would   ever   want   is   to   be   a   burden   to   anybody    ...    especially   to   luiza.    the   one   who   found   and   spared   him,    kept   him   kicking   'till   this   day.    if   it   weren't   for   them,    he'd   be   chewed   and   spat   out   within   day   three.    "    don't   you   think   i've   been   trying    ?    "    watching   her   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye,    trickling   a   soft   exhale   from   his   nostrils.    "    you're   acting   as   if   i'm   the   one   putting   my   wet-dog   ass   into   shit   everyday.    am   not   that   kind   of   masochist,    "