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"Tis true." He nodded in agreement to his question of why he had refrained from killing him." I like to make a sport out of it, Mr. Kennedy. I gave you a tour for a reason." He smirked. Taking a bottle of what looked to be whine. Labeled 'Sanguine Verginus' and a name clearly written beneath it. 'Adrian Huntz'. Pouring a glass of blood into yet another wine glass as the boys returned with a meal. In truth it wasnt bad looking. Truly something edible for a human to eat.

"I wanted to at least give you a decent chance. A head start if you will. For I have plans for you." His white teeth shined brightly as he licked them. The boys eyeing him with bloodthirsty intentions imprinted on their minds as he raised his hand that he had from under the table. A strange almost seed like thing. And as he tapped it. It wriggled. As if it was alive within his grasp.

"A gift from mother Miranda. Something I've been saving for this perfect moment. And I wish to bestow this gift unto you. Weather you like it or not Mr.Kennedy."

His yellow eyes pierced him. Almost like a dagger though stone as he spoke." Fate brought you to me this day. I assure you. It may hurt for but a moment. But once you awaken your be a different man!"

"Splendid." He smiled brightly from the acceptance. Finally a willing listener. He admired his lack of fear for most part. Most people would have screamed in terror by then. But now he was being cooperative for the most part. After the tour of the castle. Making his way past the stairs he was walking towards the dining room.

"Tell me, Mr.Kennedy. are you hungry? It was a long tour. I'm sure you must have worked up quite the appetite. " He asked curiously as he opened the door to the dining room. A nice cozy little room dawned in crimson with candles. Three boys sitting at the table dawning black robes. Their chests exposed with faces covered in blood.

"Ahh my boys. Please do your father a favor and fetch my guest Leon here a meal. Some of the finest loin chop you can find cooked to a medium rare if you would."

The boys raised to their feet with bright smiles. And like a cloud exploded into a cloud of flies. Zooming through the room past them into the kitchen." They're great cooks trust me. Now."

He clapped his hands together as he took a seat at the largest chair at the end of the table. Motioning for Leon to sit next to him. "I'd like to learn more about you. Where you come from."

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"Splendid." He smiled brightly from the acceptance. Finally a willing listener. He admired his lack of fear for most part. Most people would have screamed in terror by then. But now he was being cooperative for the most part. After the tour of the castle. Making his way past the stairs he was walking towards the dining room.

"Tell me, Mr.Kennedy. are you hungry? It was a long tour. I'm sure you must have worked up quite the appetite. " He asked curiously as he opened the door to the dining room. A nice cozy little room dawned in crimson with candles. Three boys sitting at the table dawning black robes. Their chests exposed with faces covered in blood.

"Ahh my boys. Please do your father a favor and fetch my guest Leon here a meal. Some of the finest loin chop you can find cooked to a medium rare if you would."

The boys raised to their feet with bright smiles. And like a cloud exploded into a cloud of flies. Zooming through the room past them into the kitchen." They're great cooks trust me. Now."

He clapped his hands together as he took a seat at the largest chair at the end of the table. Motioning for Leon to sit next to him. "I'd like to learn more about you. Where you come from."

He couldn't help it. He found his peashooter adorable as he raised his free hand to pull the gun free from his hand and toss him aside as he looked it up and down. He had a gun of his own. But it was more decorative than a actual weapon.

"Weapons have grown too complex this day and age." His fingers flexing around it tightly like the gun meant nothing. Scrap metal in his hands.

"Making such demands in my home? But I digress. Give yourself more credit where its deserved, Mr. Kennedy. Who knows." Sheugging lightly he chuckled." Your mission can wait can it not? After all. This vampire is willing to give you a tour. Come." He wasnt truly asking. But he didn't hurt him anymore. He wanted a closer look at first as he waved his finger for him to follow. Weather he liked it or not he was in the presence of someone who demanded his attention. And thus he walked over to him. His fingers gently wrapping around Leon's arm to raise him to his feet.

It was either he obliged him with company. Or he kill him without a second thought.

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He couldn't help it. He found his peashooter adorable as he raised his free hand to pull the gun free from his hand and toss him aside as he looked it up and down. He had a gun of his own. But it was more decorative than a actual weapon.

"Weapons have grown too complex this day and age." His fingers flexing around it tightly like the gun meant nothing. Scrap metal in his hands.

"Making such demands in my home? But I digress. Give yourself more credit where its deserved, Mr. Kennedy. Who knows." Sheugging lightly he chuckled." Your mission can wait can it not? After all. This vampire is willing to give you a tour. Come." He wasnt truly asking. But he didn't hurt him anymore. He wanted a closer look at first as he waved his finger for him to follow. Weather he liked it or not he was in the presence of someone who demanded his attention. And thus he walked over to him. His fingers gently wrapping around Leon's arm to raise him to his feet.

It was either he obliged him with company. Or he kill him without a second thought.

His yellowish eyes narrowed. The boy had a mouth on him. And quite frankly he didn't quite appreciate it. The comment on his size made him smirk however.

"Ah Leon. I was hoping for someone with less of a mouth on them. You assume their perverted but my kids don't usually like to...indulge in their food that way." He hissed lightly.

Making his way down the stairs one could easily feel the size he held. Standing g side by side with him. Leon was no more than the size of a mouse to him. An ant to step on. " but women are their favorite. Your blood is more of my preferred taste." The glass of wine wasnt wine at all but blood in its thickness. It wasnt congealed yet. And thus he downed what was left of it. And tossed it aside as it shattered on the floor.

"A handsome young man such as yourself. It's a shame. You'd make a lovely husband." He said as he quickly reached down. Picking Leon up by his neck. Studying his fetures more closely.

Rugged but nothing a bit of a shave wouldn't fix.

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His yellowish eyes narrowed. The boy had a mouth on him. And quite frankly he didn't quite appreciate it. The comment on his size made him smirk however.

"Ah Leon. I was hoping for someone with less of a mouth on them. You assume their perverted but my kids don't usually like to...indulge in their food that way." He hissed lightly.

Making his way down the stairs one could easily feel the size he held. Standing g side by side with him. Leon was no more than the size of a mouse to him. An ant to step on. " but women are their favorite. Your blood is more of my preferred taste." The glass of wine wasnt wine at all but blood in its thickness. It wasnt congealed yet. And thus he downed what was left of it. And tossed it aside as it shattered on the floor.

"A handsome young man such as yourself. It's a shame. You'd make a lovely husband." He said as he quickly reached down. Picking Leon up by his neck. Studying his fetures more closely.

Rugged but nothing a bit of a shave wouldn't fix.

As the other showed himself he couldn't help but smirk. He couldn't bother being stealthy. No matter how hard he tried he knew a delectable sent of man blood wouldn't hide him from the Lord of the castle.

"Now now sarcasm is a rather rude welcome from my guest." As he revealed himself the lord was a tall man. Unbelievably tall. Wide in size with the reveal of his chest line exposing a bit of his pectorals. A necklace of a cross hanging there. His face cleanly shaven. A nice pencil like goatee highlighting his sharp smile as he swirled a glass of wine in his hand.

One could easily say he was almost ten feet tall. Putting the height of mr.x to shame." Now why are you here, boy? A bit far from home I must say. You know..here in Romania we don't go Pointing guns at each other as greeting." His fingers tapping lightly against the wine glass as he made his 2ay down the stairs.

"My boys would love to play with you. Bit I figured I could give you a greeting from the Lord of the house himself. You should be honored. But yet it seems you lack manners." Spreading his arms out he tilted his head before bowing." Anton Dimatrescu. But you can call me Lord Dimatrescu."

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How would you describe the MUN of this blog?

(For example, if somebody asked you what the MUN of this blog was like, what would you say?)

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considerate prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “i know how stressed you’ve been today, so i took care of all the housework. just sit back and relax, you’ve more than earned it.”

— “here, take my jacket.”

— “do you want to stay in tonight? you don’t look thrilled at the prospect of going out, and i only want to go if you want to as well.”

— “hey, did you take your meds this morning?”

— “just breathe, nice and slowly. you’re okay, i promise- nothing bad’s going to happen to you when i’m here.”

— “no way, don’t you even think of lifting a finger today. bed rest is what was ordered, so that’s all you’re going to do.”

— “i made dinner! come sit, you need some real food.”

— “you’ve been like a raw nerve all day. what’s bothering you?”

— “i adore you. please never forget that.”

— “i know how much you hate doing it, so i took care of it.”

— “you know you can talk to me, about whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

— “what do you mean?! of course i was going to defend you, nobody has the right to talk about you like that!”

— “you’re always here for me when i need you- of course i’m going to jump at the chance to do return the favour.”

— “go back to sleep, baby, it’s okay.”

— “you deserve nothing but the best, even if you don’t realise it. i’m going to be here to show you that until you do.”

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As the other showed himself he couldn't help but smirk. He couldn't bother being stealthy. No matter how hard he tried he knew a delectable sent of man blood wouldn't hide him from the Lord of the castle.

"Now now sarcasm is a rather rude welcome from my guest." As he revealed himself the lord was a tall man. Unbelievably tall. Wide in size with the reveal of his chest line exposing a bit of his pectorals. A necklace of a cross hanging there. His face cleanly shaven. A nice pencil like goatee highlighting his sharp smile as he swirled a glass of wine in his hand.

One could easily say he was almost ten feet tall. Putting the height of mr.x to shame." Now why are you here, boy? A bit far from home I must say. You know..here in Romania we don't go Pointing guns at each other as greeting." His fingers tapping lightly against the wine glass as he made his 2ay down the stairs.

"My boys would love to play with you. Bit I figured I could give you a greeting from the Lord of the house himself. You should be honored. But yet it seems you lack manners." Spreading his arms out he tilted his head before bowing." Anton Dimatrescu. But you can call me Lord Dimatrescu."

@apcxprcdatcr sent "A man walking within my walls is quite the delectable treat. Come boy. Let me see your face."

This village, this castle, it reminds him far too much of Spain. It makes his skin crawl and he wants nothing more than to turn back and leave but like Spain, he doesn't exactly have a quick exit. Nor is he some coward who takes off just because of the trauma this place reminds him of.

He's got a mission. Clear out the village and take down whatever gets in his way. This castle is said to hold a powerful being - he hadn't been told much, no one really knew, but one thing is for sure - he needs to be careful.

The voice that rings out has Leon's head whipping in the direction of where it came from. Having stuck to the shadows and been as sneaky as possible, which is quite sneaky for someone like him considering he's made no noise, he knows this might be the one he's heard whispers about.

This man must have some decent hearing to be able to hear Leon moving around considering he's sure his footsteps are silent.

Hand reaching for the gun at his thigh holster, he quickly draws it - better to be prepared than to be caught off guard.

"Guess I should count myself lucky, didn't expect such a warm welcome." Sarcasm drips from his tone with ease as he steps cautiously out of the shadows and in the direction of the voice. "Can't really blame you, my face is pretty. Alright, now your turn - show yourself."

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GB lord Dimatrescu muse! Free to interact with anyone!

Rules:

No minors whatsoever. I will eventually find out so don't try it

He is Gay so if there is a woman who tries to flirt with him he will stab you. He will however accept trans men in relationships!

I'm a friendly person. My asks are always open to thoes who wanna interact

I am nice but at times I do stupid things so please I want to keep you as a friend so if I happen to do anything dumb sm me and I will happily delete it. No arguing no problems.

Want to ship I will let you know or you do the same okay! I do not force ships!

Godmode! Please let me know or I will the same to you. If its needed. Feel free. Just let me know!

Themes of NSFW, Rape, blood gore tw will be labeled in tags as such!

I suffer from mental problems so if I vanish I'm on another acc! Don't worry! This will also affect speed in which I reply so please be patient!

No harassment, callouts, drama, etc. We are ment to have fun

If I happen to spam you with likes please let me know and I will STOP! Sometimes I get too excited about new blogs that follow me. Especially with ones I believe have cool posts. So please let me know! I'm trying to work on this-

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[apcxprcdatcr]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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VERSES

DC verse: Being who he is it's not hard to come across a scientist whose experiments backfired on them. A scientist that worked on the side for Lex Luthor he was infected with a personal project he had brewing in a hidden place in his home. The vial he had exploded. Killing Aled instantly before he woke up in Lex's experiment chambers for study. He of course escapes. But not without losing his humanity with it.

Marvel Verse: Same as DC. Instead he works with Hydra before they turn on him for what he turned into. Was experaminted on before escaping.

If Alex Lived [Clone verse]: If Alex was never consumed by Heller. If he was able to genetically duplicate himself and all he consumed was a clone. He lived off the rest of his days hidden from the world. Wondering the streets silently.

[[More will be added no doubt]]

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BIO

Name: Alexander Mercer

Alias's: Alex, Zues.

Age: 29 [at time of death], 16 Days to a year old [after infection]

Occupation: Gentech Scientest [formally], Bio Terrorist/Living virus embodiment [currantly]

Personality: Alex at times cares more about himself than those around him. Having spouts of amnesia that causes him to go mad at times. As well as holding so many memories of countless people he's consumed he can be irritable and rather unstable. But also can be straight evil and Sadistic when he needs to. Being so Narsisistic that he calls himself 'beyond life and death'. Watch your tongue. You could wind up being his next meal.

Abilities:

Biomass- The reason why Alex is alive. The virus is rather gluttonous so if he happens to have too little biomass he could die.

Consumtion- Every time Alex devours someone he will have the ability to look and sound like that person, as well as even know what that person knew. Learning to pilot helicopters and tanks just by consuming a tanker or pilot.

Physical Body Transformation: Alex can physically turn his arms and even his body into a weapon. His arms can shift into massive claws, hammers, a whip, or even a massive one armed blade, and coat himself in hard armor to protect himself from heavy attacks and gunfire. His body isnt even human. Clothes are considered physically apart of his biology.

Enhanced Physical Abilities- Being infected with the Blacklight virus made his body become physically and mentally one with the virus. Copying Alex Mercer's biology and even memory down to the last molecule.

Appearance:His skin originally a nice tan color became pale and sickly. Dark circles under his eyes, short black hair, and blue eyes. He wears jeans, shoes, a button up shirt, a plane grey hoodie and a black leather jacket with two wing like decorative stitching on the back. Giving him the look of an average male before seeing what's below the surface.

Weaknesses:

Extreme Cold: Anything below the average temperature of fifty degrees hurts Alex and weakens him. Making his biomass drain faster and is forced to look for more people to consume so he doesn't die

Being Nuked- needless to say surviving being nuked is impossible by any means. Eving if Alex were to survive it he would more than likely die just by a breeze alone.

Extreme Heat,- much like the extreme cold but it needs to be so hot it needs to be like standing on the surface of the sun. It does slow him down however.

Heavy Weapon Fire- not just any weapons. Assault rifles and shotguns won't help you with him. You need anti tank rifles, rocket launchers, if it goes 'boom' you need it to at least slow the human infection down. From tanks to rocket launchers. You need whatever you can get.

Low Biomass- he's weak. Weather he hasn't eaten in a while or came by something that really hurt him he will starve or simply melt.

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RULES:

18 + only please and thank you!

Harassment will not be tolerated. Begone if you want trouble! Your not getting it here >:[

Alex goes both ways. Because I mostly perfer prototype 1 alex from 2. But he can either be protective and understanding to evil and sadistic. So don't take it as the mun being the bad guy. It's all for fun!

This character along with any others linked to this have the TW's as follows:blood, gore, violence, mental insecurity, mental illness, self harm, suicidal thoughts, sexual themes,[more to be added]

Have fun!

Other accs this is linked to:

@dillusionalgrins

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Bio

Rules

Verses

Semi Lit/Multifandom/Alex Mercer from prototype.

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"There's three girls in my class that's always been rather jealous of my rainbow monkey." She muttered as she cupped her chin." It could be one of them. Their the most suspect in my class." She wasn't happy but she was hopeful.

@kndleaderr​ liked for a starter!

🔎  - 【 … He eyed her down and back up again, skeptically, popping the sucker he’d been chewing on out of his mouth.  ❝ Rachel McKenzie, huh? ❞ While it wouldn’t be by a whole lot, Joe’s heard of her. She’s important, is all he knows. Twiddling the lollipop between his fingers, he gave another beat of silence before continuing. ❝ What brings y’here, McKenzie? ‘Thought you would’a had a whole agency’s worth’a detectives before y’came to this hole ‘n the wall. ❞  】

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"Its painful to have to fight people you once knew. It's horribly painful." She muttered before smiling. Pulling Wally into a hug." I want this to be the best birthday ever. For in the end I may not remember you. But in my heart you. And all of the KND will be there. No matter what. Our friendship will never vanish."

She pulled back. Crossing her arms. It was private. She could only do so much before her life falles to pieces." I..hope to one day be beaten by you, wally. To be bested. By the mighty wallaby battles. Thank you."

She stifled her tears and rubbed her eyes. Sucking it in with a strong smile." Its gonna be a party at the roller rink. My mom and dad were insistent that was were it takes place."

kndleaderr​:

“Thank you Wallabe.” She smiled slowly. She didn’t want to admit she only had two days left before her 13th birthday. And with such a thing on her chest she tried to hold it together. They had to still elect a new leader. And he was tge closest thing to a true Soldier. A true friend like numbuh 1.

“I…want you to come to my thirteenth birthday party. You with the rest of your squad.” She said as she pulled out a letter. In her hand was an invitation to her birthday party. A small smile forming on her lips as she shook her head.“ I won’t hide it like Chad did. I can’t. It wouldn’t make me a good leader.” She shook her head a few more times.

“You are the reason the Knd is winning this war. But each day someone grows up. And there is no way to make someone remain young forever..” if only she knew about the fountain of youth that existed beneath the school. But even that wouldn’t hold age back forever. It was gone.

     taking the letter, he frowned at the very recent date . wow, she really was turning 13 soon, huh ? he had no idea who’d be picked for next supreme leader . it wouldn’t be the same without rachel . still, he put on a weak smile, and lightly elbowed her side . 

      “ ‘course we’ll come . and you don’t gotta call me wallabee . it’s wally . my friends call me that . and we’re friends, right ? “ this was probably the closest he’d ever get to offering rachel words of comfort .

     “ … yeah . i wish we didn’t have to grow up . i … i hate it when people leave . i hate it . most of my friends are older than me . they’re all gonna leave someday . “ he sighed deeply, eyes locked onto the ground . “ growing up stinks . i want things to stay the same, don’t you ? “

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"Thank you Wallabe." She smiled slowly. She didn't want to admit she only had two days left before her 13th birthday. And with such a thing on her chest she tried to hold it together. They had to still elect a new leader. And he was tge closest thing to a true Soldier. A true friend like numbuh 1.

"I...want you to come to my thirteenth birthday party. You with the rest of your squad." She said as she pulled out a letter. In her hand was an invitation to her birthday party. A small smile forming on her lips as she shook her head." I won't hide it like Chad did. I can't. It wouldn't make me a good leader." She shook her head a few more times.

"You are the reason the Knd is winning this war. But each day someone grows up. And there is no way to make someone remain young forever.." if only she knew about the fountain of youth that existed beneath the school. But even that wouldn't hold age back forever. It was gone.

@kndleaderr​ : " Wallabe..I’m afraid I won’t be able to contain it for long..at some point I’ll end up like 274. Your skill as a fighter has grown incredibly high. I need you to put me down if it comes to it. “ 

     “ it’s not gonna come to that, sir . “

     his voice was SURE in his own statement, but lacked his usual angry edge . his eyes steadily gazed at her, fists balled to the side . normally, he’d be thrilled at the praise . his only skill being noticed by the supreme leader ? he’d usually be overjoyed .

     but then she mentioned growing up, not only that, but growing up to be a backstabbing traitor . he couldn’t watch her become the second chad dickson . he wouldn’t .

     “ you’re not gonna betray us . you won’t . as soon as you think you might, you’ll order us to decommission you . you’ll take care of us, like you always do . “ his tone and expression slowly melted into soft empathy . he could understand the fear of unwillingly turning TRAITOR . he himself feared it .  

     “ … but if it happens … i’ll do that, okay, sir ? “