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Blog is moving

Because its too hard to keep track of all three blogs currently, I’m gonna clump them all into my @xhouseofmonstersx blog.

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//Reblogging because MEH NEW BLOG!

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"… that’s none of your business…"

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Soooooo

I'm so sorry that I've been neglecting this blog and my rp partners along with it. I'm currently glued to my DMWL blog that-wretched-egg-lullaby and the brand NEW one, @the-wolf-crest. I'll reblog stuff from both so you can go check em out when/if you want. Again, sorry for the cruddiness that is mun!

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"I want your undying servitude and loyalty to me~"

Night: *walks over to flesh thief and grunts* the poor idiot is in love with you, he will not stop sulking and thinking about you, it has been 3 years since hes seen you for the love of darkness please talk to the boy. *he looks like hammered shit exhausted and messy hair and bagged eyes* please, if you do i shall grant you that fight you have wanted.

"Do I look like I’m smitten for charity cases? No. Offer me something of greater value and I might be willing to converse with him for a spell or two~"

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Open RP

“Y̐͋ͣ̾oͯ̉ͤͪͫ͡ŭ’̸̅̑̉ͩ͛͐r͐̈́̔eͮ̓͆ ͋ͯ̑͂t̓̃ͮ̔oͤͩͬo͆̂̀͢ ̌ͫ͛̏́̚̕l̶̓o͂̇ͤ̽u̅dͧͦͥ́-̎̅̾̓͜“  Reaching into his gaping mouth, the Skinner pierced his tongue with a claw and slowly pulled it out into the open. Two extra arms suddenly formed under the first set, similar in every grotesque fashion. While holding the still wriggling muscle, Flesh-Thief used the second set of arms to slam the man’s jaws together, making him bite down with an audible crunch! Flopping onto the pavement, drenched in crimson, the severed organ twitched a few momentslonger before it was motionless. Knowing she would have to work quickly now or lose her prey to death, Flesh-Thief began her favored practice. 

The skinning. 

Throwing the man up against the siding of the apartment complex, Flesh-Thief held him in place with the second set of arms. With them she ripped his clothes away which fell as tattered rags at her feet. The sound of ribs cracking under her grip sent shivers down her body. Blissful as she eyed the man’s nude, quivering form. Being used to seeing all sorts of bodies, the bareness didn’t faze her in the slightest as she dragged a claw slowly up his chest and neck. Not really caring for the skin itself, this wouldn’t be her cleanest work. Everyone has to slack off sometime right? Around his blood filled mouth, the man whined out garbled pleads and sobs. They went ignored as a single, glistening claw rose up to the man’s temple. And pierced it. Thrashing violently as he was cut into, Flesh-Thief had to adjust her grip on him so that his head was pinned sideways against the wall. Driblets of red leaked down the side of his temple and cheek onto his already bloody chest and stomach. Moaning screams carried through the night, muffled by the blood that gushed from between his teeth. No one would hear. No one would come. 

Skill that a surgeon would swoon over, Flesh-Thief had effectively relieved the thug of his skin. In those few scream-filled minutes, he had passed on. Looking into the bulging eyeballs, frozen in agony, Flesh-Thief sighed dejectedly. “And just when I was starting to have fun. Pity.” She hummed aloud before dropping the limp body like the pointless meat sack it was. Sending more blood to splatter the surrounding weathered pavement. Raising the peeled skin up in front of her face, she physically grimaced at it. Scarred, bloody as well as leather-like, it was useless to her. It too fell to the ground on top of the body; making a rather disgusting sound as it landed. Dark liquid ran freely down her body, like ghastly, warm droplets after a soothing spring rain.

How refreshing this had been.

Feeling eyes on her, the Skinner turned her blood speckled mask and looked down.

“Did you enjoy the show love~?” She purred, the sadistic glimmer in her ethereal eyes washing over the lurking spectator.

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That had come as a surprise. Having gone months without seeing her, only to be greeted in such a startling matter, he only wished to talk about the failure of a prodigy the fiend had once entertained? 

Standing up, Flesh brushed some microscopic dust mites from her person. Just busying herself with her claws as the words formed. "Yes yes, and it was a humiliating blunder. The child ran off and I simply do not care enough to track her down."

I would probably have devoured her eventually  were the unspoken words that followed the voiced ones, but the beast decided that Thomas didn't need to know that tidbit. 

Sighing rather dramatically, Flesh returned her gaze back to Scavenger and pressed a hand to her chest while giving the other quite the pouting look. "You wound me love-we haven't seen each other nor spoken in so long and yet you react to nonchalantly. Was my absence really so unforgivable?" Of course she was forgetting the part where she nearly made the other jump out of his skin in alarm, but who was really keeping track of that right?

Flesh-Thief snuck up on the human silently as he tinkered away. Abruptly, her claws gently combed through his hair, tapped his nose before gripping his hips to keep him from turning while she roughly smacked his ass. All done in the blink of an eye before she leapt away cackling. Landing on the opposite side of the room in a poised crouch. "Long time no see Thomas~" She said, the smirk evident in her tone. It really had been too long since she had come to see the fleshling.

Scavenger jumped in response to the smack he received. “Yeah,” He put what he was working on down with bandaged fingers. “Aleeka told me you got an apprentice—or something like that since the last time we saw each other.” Scavenger never would have thought that Flesh Thief would even consider an apprentice. 

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"Oh yeah, you like these tail feathers don't ya baby? You like it when I get all hot and ruffled~"

Every time I go downstairs to the laundry room, this pigeon tries to seduce me.

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I actually saw this earlier today and saved it for THAT EXACT REASON!

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Open RP

“Y̐͋ͣ̾oͯ̉ͤͪͫ͡ŭ’̸̅̑̉ͩ͛͐r͐̈́̔eͮ̓͆ ͋ͯ̑͂t̓̃ͮ̔oͤͩͬo͆̂̀͢ ̌ͫ͛̏́̚̕l̶̓o͂̇ͤ̽u̅dͧͦͥ́-̎̅̾̓͜“  Reaching into his gaping mouth, the Skinner pierced his tongue with a claw and slowly pulled it out into the open. Two extra arms suddenly formed under the first set, similar in every grotesque fashion. While holding the still wriggling muscle, Flesh-Thief used the second set of arms to slam the man’s jaws together, making him bite down with an audible crunch! Flopping onto the pavement, drenched in crimson, the severed organ twitched a few momentslonger before it was motionless. Knowing she would have to work quickly now or lose her prey to death, Flesh-Thief began her favored practice. 

The skinning. 

Throwing the man up against the siding of the apartment complex, Flesh-Thief held him in place with the second set of arms. With them she ripped his clothes away which fell as tattered rags at her feet. The sound of ribs cracking under her grip sent shivers down her body. Blissful as she eyed the man’s nude, quivering form. Being used to seeing all sorts of bodies, the bareness didn’t faze her in the slightest as she dragged a claw slowly up his chest and neck. Not really caring for the skin itself, this wouldn’t be her cleanest work. Everyone has to slack off sometime right? Around his blood filled mouth, the man whined out garbled pleads and sobs. They went ignored as a single, glistening claw rose up to the man’s temple. And pierced it. Thrashing violently as he was cut into, Flesh-Thief had to adjust her grip on him so that his head was pinned sideways against the wall. Driblets of red leaked down the side of his temple and cheek onto his already bloody chest and stomach. Moaning screams carried through the night, muffled by the blood that gushed from between his teeth. No one would hear. No one would come. 

Skill that a surgeon would swoon over, Flesh-Thief had effectively relieved the thug of his skin. In those few scream-filled minutes, he had passed on. Looking into the bulging eyeballs, frozen in agony, Flesh-Thief sighed dejectedly. “And just when I was starting to have fun. Pity.” She hummed aloud before dropping the limp body like the pointless meat sack it was. Sending more blood to splatter the surrounding weathered pavement. Raising the peeled skin up in front of her face, she physically grimaced at it. Scarred, bloody as well as leather-like, it was useless to her. It too fell to the ground on top of the body; making a rather disgusting sound as it landed. Dark liquid ran freely down her body, like ghastly, warm droplets after a soothing spring rain.

How refreshing this had been.

Feeling eyes on her, the Skinner turned her blood speckled mask and looked down. 

“Did you enjoy the show love~?” She purred, the sadistic glimmer in her ethereal eyes washing over the lurking spectator.

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Where? God dammit, where?! 

Aleeka knew this energy as Flesh-Thief did the scent.

Luna.

However, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Combing the streets, she looked for the huntress, scouring every damp corner beyond the fluorescent lights. Nipped at by the wintry chill, the host shivered violently, but continued her search nonetheless. Not because the fiend demanded it, but because Luna was one of the few people the host actually seemed to care about. She didn't fear Aleeka for what she was, didn't judge her as if she were some freak. No, Luna treated the host like a human being. Just that alone had sparked something in the red-head. Desperation. She needed to find the other, she-

"LUNA!" 

There, crumpled  against the pavement, was Luna. She was so still, hair a snarled mess of matted blood and debris just plastered to her body. Clothes shredded apart, exposing bits of bruised and battered skin beneath. Skidding on her knees, Aleeka dropped down next to her in the muck. Moist mold  soaking the front of her jeans on contact.

None too gently in her panic, the host hoisted the other's head and shoulders into her arms. Lightly shaking Luna, Aleeka tried to stir some sign of life into the woman as fingers carefully raked away strips of hair from the stricken face.

"Come on, wake up... look at me Luna-Luna!" 

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On- off. Appear- fade. The holy, golden light, twisting around pale fingertips like a hungry serpent, failed to remain. It faded as soon as it appeared, and every time it was weaker. Luna knew her energy was fading, yet she still tried. With every flicker of light, she ached- with every movement, fire shot through her. She looked down to see the damage again: her clothes were torn charcoal; her arms and torso, red embers, as if a beast of flame had clawed and ripped at her. Her head ached with an even hotter pain, searing away her thoughts, returning her to instinct, to the need of safety, of survival.

The next burst of fading healing energy was obscured as her vision grew hazy, her footsteps traveled away from her, the pain in her head that spiked with another magic attempt overcame the smell of fire from the black, burnt alleyway she had left. She reached out to grip the sturdy stone wall, yet she did not feel it.

Come on, she thought, It’s not far. Someone can help you, just keep going… The world began to blow away as easy as an autumn wind…

She collapsed to the pavement beneath her, unconscious, a silhouette in the full moon’s light and the [almost] empty street.

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The truth in this is mind-boggling.

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Good job XD

When you click record instead of capture o-o”

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Slurred words

"Mmmm, is that nose just for show? Oh are you just trying tempting me with a good time darling?" Throwing an arm around the monochrome killer's waist, Flesh-Thief pulled him closer as deep, rumbling purrs resonated all throughout her body. A claw teasing the inner of one of Jack's weathered suspenders.

"Let's go find a quite place to play 'Pop goes the weasel'~"

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Daredevil 2 by Vranckx

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