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#𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙳, come, little lamb, to the slaughter. your destiny has been served cold upon a silver platter. we’ll watch as you fight it. as you gnaw through everything you think you know. you’ll pick and pull the bones of all the fallen from between your teeth. your friends. remember them? you’ve brought on their death. you’re wrath, you’re pride, you’re the end as we know it. quiet now, lamb. just listen. don’t speak. can you hear those crushed beneath your boot? bloody and broken, they’re all still crying. † 𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚄𝚃𝚈, of ubisoft’s far cry 5, thrown to the lions by KIT. ( 25 + / mst. )

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𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘪 𝘢𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

indie multi-muse narrated by vox lux. rules. / muses. / pinterest. / prompts.

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               She’s wet hair and bitter smoke, freezing bones and chittering teeth. Forgotten whispers and false promises to a wood cross; we find her on her bloodied knees for forgiveness. Burned scriptures and hollowed out bibles, with razors tucked in between the pages for emergencies now. Bitter sweet and stale breath surround her with dried flowers on her collar bones, brittle resolve and weakened heart. Burning your gods, burning your gods, BURNING YOUR GODS. She devours them whole, eagerly, swallowing the thick bile that spews. She is insatiable, she is unmatched, she is a girl who has discovered she is god. 

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Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse ft. John Seed, Joseph Seed, Deputy Courtney Miller of Far Cry 5 December Jones, OC with Far Cry 5, Cyberpunk, FF7 verses

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PSA: I don't care if we start a millon threads with eacthother and not one of them gets done

Its about having fun and growing into your muse and expanding your character. 

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Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse ft. John and Joseph Seed of Far Cry 5 & December Jones, OC with FC5, Cyberpunk 2077, and FFVII verses

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BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

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@beguilcd. says : ❛ what do you even do around here , jinx ? ❜ / vax @ jinx

peering up from the book she was currently engrossed in, fingers flaring with remnants of a spell gone wrong, she glances up at the raven haired fellow, who leans against one of the walls. a wide smirk spreads across her lips and she lifts her hand, telekinesis causing the book to fly from her lap back towards the shelf, safely into it's spot. "i cause chaos," she says with a bright smile, standing up, shorter than him, although her presence was one that held a power that was unlike any other. shifting her dress slightly she places her hands upon her hips for a brief moment after poking him in the chest. it's less intimidating and more annyoing, but she goes for the gesture anyways. "why - is that not good enough for you, mister broody rogue?" she asks, tilt of her head and a click of tongue against teeth. "not everyone of us is out here being a master assassin when it comes to living life, y'know." she reaches up with one of her hands and brushes her hair back from her neck, revealing the scar she has around her throat from a bandit attack, one that destroyed her family and ousted her from her family home. "i mean, wouldn't you be bored without me?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes in his direction, a look of innocence and wonder spread across her face - masking the usual resting bitch face she normally wore.

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2016 Comic Con, Entertainment Weekly

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@lakequarries says : ❛ if you want me to trust you , you’re gonna have to tell me the plan . ❜ (cal)

she bites down on her bottom lip, rapidly drawing plans across the paper, the back of a reciept left crumpled in the bottom of her bag. she looks up, regards him, and then goes back to plotting out details, sketched hastily across the parchment. when she's done she shifts it over towards him, eyebrows raised slightly in an attempt to garner his reaction to what she provided before speaking once more. "okay, so here's what i'm thinking," she starts, reaching over to point at a certain spot in the made plans she'd scribbled out in an attempt to use the reciept as a point of reference. "the loot is here," she says, again pointing with emphasis on one spot of what is meant to be made look like the auction house's back room. "we can probably get by security with a bribe, that much i've learned in the past," she says, as if that's obvious already. biting down on her bottom lip, she gestures over to the next spot where the exits are hastily marked with an 'x' - trying to show points of escape within the area. "depending on what we can snag - i think we can get out the back, here," she says, pointing to one of the exits towards the west wing of the establishment. it was a crude representation, but it seemed to do the job. she had a few people on the inside already that were going to be assisting her with the heist to make sure she remained unseen, but something about this art was set to be expensive as all fuck - and that made her want it even more. "whaddya think? good so far, or do you have any ideas you should be throwin' at me?"

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abigael jameson-caine in every scene;

“Deconstructing Harry”- (2x04)

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NEVE CAMPBELL as Bonnie in THE CRAFT (1996)

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she holds her hands up, breath unable to escape her lungs in the frozen lands, trying desperately to appear unassuming and meek in regards to the knife in his hands. "hey, hey, it's alright." she says, speaking back in a language that is familiar to her. the accent by which he speaks reveals that he is not from the same area as she, the brunette expects, but the fact that they share a language makes her all the more comfortable. she makes sure she is being unthreatening as possible - no weapons in her hands or spells held at the ready, and waits. when he drops the knife, a sound of relief comes from the back of her throat. she unclenches her jaw in the process. she considers switching to the common tongue, but this is safer, so she continues in the language of her people. "it is no problem, are you alright? i don't have any sort of healing magics, but, i've learned a thing or two about medicine whilst i've been on my own?" she offered, trying to be of use. she'd been hiding in the snowbank just a few hundred feet of whilst he fought those bandits, afraid to expose herself after recognizing one of them. when the scarred individual, tattoos littering his arms and torso - exposed slightly despite the temperature drop, she froze. her mind had flashed back to that of the massacre of her family, the way he held his blade above her mother's own body and thrust inside, or the instance when they severed the lower half of her father's leg, leaving him behind bleeding and in great pain. shaking it off - she knew that she had to help this stranger. whomever they were, drow or not, they appeared to be able to handle themselves quite adeptly. she could always use more training, and maybe in exchange for helping them out now, they'd offer her some sort of solace from the invading bandits that seemed to follow her everywhere. "it's the least i can do, really. i think those guys were after me and found you instead, for that i apologize profusely."

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He didn’t know why he’d been targeted. They hadn’t given any indication that they knew who he was. They’d just been trying to steal his spellbook. They’d almost managed to fell him, too. Most of his spells had already been spent, and there were so many of them. He’d barely escaped, and not without a gash torn into his side. He was now on his knees in the frozen tundra, taking shelter from the wind behind a boulder. He hastily worked at binding his wound. He needed to find a proper place to rest. He didn’t even have enough magic to disguise himself, currently.

He heard someone approach, and whipped around, dagger out. A High-Elf. They didn’t look to be one of the bandits, unless this was a trick.

“Apologies,” he said, in Elvish, “It has been a trying day.”

He kept his knife at the ready.

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Favorite lgbtq characters ★ Tamsin (Lost Girl)

“You said I had to be here. You did not say I had to be sober.”

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