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;; alright, i’ve been putting this off for too long because i thought i could handle it. in which, obviously, i can’t. so here’s the news:

i have too many blogs. far too many. so it’s time for me to start cleaning up.

i’ll be sending the muses i still want to rp over to my multimuse ( @the-animcls ), and the others are going to.. well, disappear.

i know how the rp community views multimuses- don’t feel pressured to follow after me. i’m only doing this so i can stop stressing and stop feeling guilty over my own mistake.

it’s clean up time, y’all.

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❝ THERE IS confetti in my eye sockets- this one may just lose all sanity in a few moments!! ❞

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SHE HATES herself, really.

EVERY MEMORY of every individual she’s ever killed, eaten, crushed, you name it. All of it comes back to her. No matter what she tried, once they were dead, they would take place in the mass memorabilia that was her mind, filled with all sorts of characters- from past friends to the most hated enemies, strangers and people she knew the most. They all were stuck there, in her mind, always talking and always recounting what had gone on in their lives.

AND SHE hated it. Every last second. Because there was no silence for her. It was just constant talking without end. Not even the loudest sounds, the most distracting blurs- nothing could take away the mental pain she felt constantly.

BUT SHE found comfort in some of those voices. The ones that made her happy. The ones that let her do as she pleased, and even encouraged her to go further.

THE MOST violent ones were her favorites.

AND HERE they were now, egging her on, tempting her further to step outside the forest, live life on edge in the city and do as she saw fit. Like some queen of a thousand faces, a card with a thousand pictures in it. The way the lights shone, how the buildings stood so tall- she wanted to control all of it.

AND THERE was no one to stop her when the day came that she decided it was time to go wild.

SO WHEN she entered that city, she knew her name full well. She knew who she was, and she was going to use every last bit of her power to bring out the best this city had to offer.

SHE WAS Hannibal the Cannibal, but better. 

HANNIBAL, THE GODDESS OF GORE.

YEAH, SHE liked that name better.

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THE SMELL of blood hits the roof of it’s mouth, the beast closing in on it’s target. Ever closer, ever hungrier- it didn’t eat because it needed to survive; no, it ate because it wanted to. Because it desired to feel bones snapping in it’s jaws, to rend flesh and take in every savory moment of pain and agony before it’s prey was finally nothing more than a mangled pile of parts.

THIS HUNT was no different than the last, but it wanted it all the same.

THE FOREST made way for the hunter, branches lifted from the path and grass flattening as it charged through. The entire area was practically alive and constantly changed with every individual that passed through- a tree would have moved entirely, the mountain in the forest’s center seemed like an eternity to reach, everything would never stay the same.

ALAS, THE hunt seemed to be reaching it’s end.

WITH PREY now in sight, it remained hidden in the branches of a nearby tree, letting loose a low growl that seemingly echoed from every direction. It wanted to laugh, what with how their target panicked, backing further into a wall and looking in every direction.

AS MUCH as it wanted to play with it’s prey longer, the time was up. Now it was time to feed.

IN ONE fluid motion it rocketed out of the tree, into the air, and dropped on the individual with a sickening crunch, feeling leg bones shatter beneath it’s metallic paws. Kicking them on their back so they could see the thing that attacked them, face mere inches from the hunter, they could do nothing but wait for death.

AND IT came. No time wasted, no drawing it out longer than it had gone. A simple strike to the skull put the human out of their misery.

NOW, IT stood over the corpse, moonlight shining down over it as it contemplated it’s actions.

BECAUSE OF it’s friends. People it had made contact with who made it think.

IT HELD a solemn vigil, silent, eyes closed in thought. Or perhaps you could even say it was praying- as if some unkind god would heed the words of a beast created by mankind.

BUT THE Jackal would be heard. Despite everything it had done, POHE WOULD be heard.

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My Muse was just shot in front of yours. Put your Muse’s reaction in my inbox.

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My Muse was just shot in front of yours. Put your Muse’s reaction in my inbox.

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"Hana!!" It was too quick for Henry to fully process but when he did, he found his arms holding Hannibal. Had she taken the bullet for him? No, she shouldn't have! Even if it was like a fly hitting a wall, Henry's always concerned for her safety. "You didn't have to do that!"

THERE WAS a gun, and normally she would have laughed at it. But it wasn’t pointed at her, no.

WHEN SHE saw the weapon’s target, she panicked- something that surprised even herself. Without thinking, she rushed forward to block the shot with her body, no matter where it hit.

HER MISTAKE.

THE ROUND lodged itself in the most critical of places- her heart. The metal inside of her was metal, yes, but too soft to be anymore resistant to bullets than her skin was. Before she went down, a throwing weapon was hurled at the other, hitting them dead between the eyes and leaving them, well- dead.

AS FOR Hannibal, she was feeling the repercussions. She really was still human inside- for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was feeling actual pain. And it hurt. The shape-shifter was on the floor, writhing in pain and clawing at her chest, as if trying to rip the piece of metal clean out of her flesh. Obviously it wasn’t working, so she resorted to the next best thing that came to her panicked and shocked mind.

“ HE-HENRY- AGH- please.. it hurts, it h- it hurts..!! “

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My Muse was just shot in front of yours. Put your Muse’s reaction in my inbox.

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“ I DO HAVE FRIENDS! “

“ GIVE IT up already, Jackie-boy! Nobody likes you enough to come within at least a foot of you! The only person here you can call a friend that isn’t going to die of fear- scratch that- that is brave enough to stick around you is Poet! “

“ LIES! I have friends now- more than you have ever had! There’s one- they gave me a gift!! “

“ YOU MEAN the cheesy ass red ribbon around your horn? That’s probably something they looked at in a store and said ‘who gives a shit, i’ll get it’ ! Face it, POHE: you’re lonely! “

“ NO, YOU’RE lonely! I have friends! You choose to argue this with me because you have no one! Nobody even knows who you really are, anyways! “

“ HEY, FUCK you! I wasn’t born miss pleasant, okay!? I didn’t have a family or any friends as a kid! So you can take your ‘friends’ and burn in hell, asshole! “

“ I’VE HAD enough of your pathetic wimpering, anyways! Good riddance!! “

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Senior Officer’s Sword

Dated: 1st quarter of the 19th century

Culture: French

Measurements: overall length 99 cm

The sword has a curved, single-and false-edged blade, with a deep fuller. The brass hilt has langets decorated with drones and thunderbolts, three loop-guards and quillon with bas-relieved laurel oak leaves, long cap engraved with floral motifs; wooden grip with leather covering, featuring remains of brass wire binding. Iron scabbard with two suspension rings on brass bands, decorated with bas-relieved floral motifs.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

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Hunting Sword of Prince Camillo Borghese

Swordsmith: François Pirmet (French, Paris, recorded 1779–1818)

Goldsmith: Antoine-Modeste Fournera (French, Paris, documented 1806–17)

Dated: 1809–13

Culture: French, Paris

Medium: Silver-gilt, steel, leather, mother-of-pearl

Measurements: Weight with scabbard, 1 lb. 10 oz. (737 g) Length with scabbard, 27 in. (68.58 cm) Length of sword, 25 7/16 in. (64.59 cm) Length of blade, 19 ¾ in. (50.17 cm) Length of scabbard, 21 3/8 in. (54.28 cm) Greatest width of hilt, 4 5/8 in. (11.73 cm) Greatest width of blade, 1 3/16 in. (3 cm)

Provenance: Ex. Coll.: Borghese, Rome; Frederick Gallatin; Albert Gallatin; James P. Gallatin

In addition to the traditional hunting motifs, the decoration includes (on the back of the guard) the monogram of Camillo Borghese (1775–1832), Napoléon’s brother-in-law, who served the French cause in Italy. The scabbard is engraved with Pirmet’s name and his title, “gunmaker to His Majesty, the King of Westphalia,” in reference to Napoleon’s brother Jérôme Bonaparte.

Source: Copyright © 2016 The Metropolitan Museum of Art 

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Hidden-Stiletto Cane with a Six-shot pin-fire Gun

Dated: 3rd quarter of the 19th century

Culture: French

Measurements: overall length 89.7 cm

The grip is made of deer horn grip embellished with a silver ring-nut. The extracting the grip releases a six-barrel pistol (5 mm cal.), with grooves, similar to the pepperbox barrels, also marked “PARIS A J BREVETE” at the base. At the front, among the six barrels, lies the stiletto blade.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

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Dumonthier type Dagger with two Percussion Pistols

Dated: mid-19th century

Culture: French 

Measurements: overall length 46 cm

The dagger has a straight, double-edged blade, grooved at the center, featuring two, round, smooth barrels on both sides. The quillons have hammers that, once activated, release the triggers, the grip is made of black, lacquered wooden grip scales. The weapon is complete with a scabbard with pocket and metallic mounts and an iron ramrod with cartridge extractor.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.

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Horse Grenadier Saber of Napoleon’s Imperial Guard

Dated:  1810

Culture: French

This ‘Horse Grenadier Saber’ (3rd pattern) was used by Napoléon’s Imperial Guard. These sabers were used also by the Dragoons of the Imperial Guard and the Elite Gendarmerie. This is one the most beautiful and famous sword from the Napoleonic period.

Source: Copyright © 2016 Sword Collection

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so here i was, lying in bed, just have woken up

   with a groupverse idea.

   bear with me it gets lengthy.

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“ ... okay. “

anathemapex:

“ IN UNDERSTANDING that my ‘friend’ enjoys such actions, I concur with the others that the.. ‘jiggy’ must be done. “

   “ Will you jiggy with me? ”

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“ IN UNDERSTANDING that my ‘friend’ enjoys such actions, I concur with the others that the.. ‘jiggy’ must be done. “