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2017, aka Jessica doesn’t have time to do anything she wants ever, apparently.

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                                                   “I’m sorry you feel so unloved;                                                      you are a beautiful monster.”

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ tell me what erik's capable of.

There’s a really great line from Penny Dreadful where one of the main characters says this about his daughter: “to save her, I would murder the world.” This is essentially how Erik felt/feels about his brother, but because he’s under the impression that Leo is dead (and he sort of is) he’s kinda lost it. Let’s be fair, though; after being tortured for years, he died slowly and painfully only to wake having become the very creature he loathes most with his brother’s mangled corpse next to him, so… he’s a little bit out to murder the world anyways. There’s really no telling what mood you’ll catch him in, and on the matter of what he’s capable of, all of this is for the benefit of summing up this complex demand into one fairly simple answer: anything. He is charmingly unpredictable at best and terrifyingly sadistic at worst.

A HOMEMADE MEME. // @hautemistakes

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it’s always sunny in philadelphia sentence starters!

❝ Could we not base our decisions on what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of Scooby-Doo? ❞ ❝ Look at me, psychological damage up to here! ❞ ❝ I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! ❞ ❝ Am I gay for God? You betcha. ❞ ❝ Be gone, vile man! Be gone from me! ❞ ❝ Well first of all, through God all things are possible, so jot that down. ❞ ❝ Yeah, but we didn’t come here to play with  stray dogs and trash, man. ❞ ❝ Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze into a job cannon and fire off into job land where jobs grow on jobbies?! ❞ ❝ I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ❞ ❝ I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong. ❞ ❝ Everybody’s dying, bitch. Let’s get you some fruit. ❞ ❝ When I’m dead, just throw me in the trash. ❞ ❝ I will smack your face off of your face! ❞ ❝ Take care of yourself… or whatever people say. ❞ ❝ We all have cats we’d like to be playing with right now. ❞ ❝ I will eat your babies, bitch! ❞ ❝ I’m relaxing, I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone. ❞ ❝ Later, boners! ❞ ❝ Do not call these shorts white trash! ❞ ❝ If some old boner gives me attitude, I’m gonna spit in his face. ❞ ❝ I eat stickers all the time, dude! ❞ ❝ I’ve got the stride of a gazelle. A beautiful, beautiful gazelle person. ❞ ❝ You know, you light one bitch on fire and everyone freaks out! ❞ ❝ Cats do not abide by the laws of nature, you don’t know shit about cats. ❞ ❝ If you don’t have car insurance, you better have dental, because I am going to smash your teeth into dust! ❞ ❝ I can go from flaccid to erect in a moment’s notice. ❞ ❝ I mean, trees? Everywhere trees?! What the hell is this place? ❞ ❝ I’ll tell you what’s not cool: crashing my car into a building, exploding a grenade inside of it, and then convincing your friends and family that you’re dead! ❞ ❝ Oh my God! She just ate an entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy! ❞ ❝ Hello fellow American, this you should vote me. I leave power. Good. Thank you, thank you. If you vote me, I’m hot. Taxes, they’ll be lower… son. The democratic vote is the right thing to do, so do. ❞ ❝ I stepped in front of a bus and it missed me. I can’t even get a bus to hit on me. ❞ ❝ I’m having feelings again, like some kind of fourteen year old kid or something. ❞ ❝ I don’t think these dogs have masters, I think they play by their own rules. ❞ ❝ I have a bleached asshole! ❞ ❝ With real power comes real responsibility and I don’t want to do any of that shit. I just want the money… and the illusion of power. ❞

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.

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If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone.

Gregory Alan Isakov (via quotemadness)

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I’m gonna be working on my verses page before work & maybe update some of my fandom-oriented OCs since there isn’t a ton of info on them. I might also work on some sort of headcanon/infographic/promo thing for individual characters so people can get a better feel for who their own characters might click with? We’ll see! This blog is still pretty heavily under construction, so bear with me.

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                              BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT                                       LET THE HUMAN IN.

                   featuring fandomless OCs that have the potential to exist in any setting                    and those with a background in specific pre-existing universes such as                                     The Walking Dead, Dragon Age, and Harry Potter.

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I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, gore, murder, alcohol and drug use, hack&slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

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tag drop pt. 4, etc.

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tag drop pt. 3, more characters (in development)

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tag drop pt. 2, verses

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“You’re immortal. I’m actually quite jealous.”

“Do us both a favor and try not to piss yourself in all that excitement.” Was there ever not a cigarette dangling from Erik’s lips? There was a certain poetry in fruitlessly burning his dead lungs with smoke that he found irresistible, even now as his words blew a stream of it towards the enthusiastic boy before him. Boy being a relative term, one that could apply to himself as well if he was going to use it so liberally, but subtly demeaning those who had far more exuberance than himself was forming into something of a past-time for the vampire.

“Immortality isn’t as glamorous as every goddamn young adult novelist wants you to think it is. I haven’t even made it to the five year mark and I frequently fantasize about someone burning me at the stake.” Erik’s tone was far too casual to be talking about such a slow and torturous death as if it were something to long for, but he wore his self-loathing and dismay towards life better than most. Somehow, it didn’t come off as self-deprecating at all, but desirable. “If you’re smart, the last thing you’ll do is be jealous of me.” He takes another drag off of his cigarette, but this time politely blows it in the opposite direction.

“You said you’re some sort of paranormal investigator? A bit of advice: find another hobby while you still can. Any questions you have, I promise you don’t want the answers. And if you even think about pointing a camera in my face, I’ll tear your fucking throat out and drain you dry.” The smoke is snuffed out as he turns his half-lidded gaze to the one who he was certain once said his name was Cooper. “So, what do you want to know?”

DEADPOOL STARTERS. // @hautemistakes

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Spencer pressed his lips together, chewing over his words as Leon postured. If he thought a few playground threats were going to scare him off, he was in for a surprise. He wasn’t much of an instigator, but it really didn’t take much to set Leon off. “Just enjoying the afternoon like everyone else.” He answered absently. Even as he spoke, his eyes flicked between the corner Lily had disappeared around and her angry inconvenience of a friend.

“Your girlfriend, huh?” He echoed, a flicker of amusement tugging at the edges of his lips. It took all the self-control in the world not to blurt out the question, ‘Do you really think I don’t know who you are?’ Leon was a huge part of Lily’s life – of course Spencer had taken the time to look into his. For all of Leon’s defensiveness, he didn’t seem to realize he ought to assume Spencer knew more about him – about all of them – than he let on. But then again, why should he? Circumspection was the whole point.

“We’re friends.” He offered flatly, running his tongue along his teeth as his attention drifted back toward the restrooms. Friends might have been a bit of a stretch, but he had managed to integrate himself into her life enough that she knew his name at least; well, most of the time, but Stephen was pretty close, right? Turning his gaze back to Leon, his dark eyes scanned the palpable anger in his expression.  “Why, does that bother you?” He prodded, unable to resist despite his intent to play the innocent bystander card.

He wasn’t sure why the guy looked so fucking amused by Leon’s lie unless he saw right through it. It’s not like it was totally implausible; Lily was rarely shy in showing affection and when it came to her, neither was he. He couldn’t even count on both hands how many times a stranger mistook them for a couple, so anyone who didn’t know he was gay shouldn’t have had a hard time accepting that they were dating- and he had no clue who this guy was. “Yeah, we’re together,” he responded flatly, crossing his arms and tilting his head in aggravation.

Leon might have started to believe Spencer’s story if he didn’t see straight though his mask. He was a little too good at playing his suspicions off, but in the end it didn’t matter what he was to Lily because his true intent read plainly in those eyes- which happened to be flitting over to the women’s restroom often enough for Leon to take notice. “If you’re friends, why not come up earlier and say hi? I mean, what a coincidence that we’d all be going to the same places at the exact same time, right? Crazy small world we live in.” Leon didn’t even try to feign positivity in his sarcasm; he spoke in short clipped sentences, skepticism radiating off him in waves.

“What bothers me-” Leon proclaimed darkly, stepping forward into Spencer’s personal space- “Is the way I see you looking at her.” He paused, grinding his teeth and debating how much he should prod at this. It was a testament to how fed up he was (both with Spencer and things entirely outside this situation) when he didn’t delay for long and continued. “I know you. I’ve known more people like you than I care to count, and all it took to recognize the kind of person you are was the way you stared at her. So I’m telling you to back off now before you regret it.”

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ tell me about the three times leon realized he had a daddy kink. (suffer the children)

               I. AS THESE THINGS TEND TO HAPPEN, IT STARTED OUT AS A JOKE.

Leon was good at what he did, and Marco took notice of it quickly. Whatever it was after the fact that sparked between the two was a thing of mystery; an attraction neither of them fully understood but settled a fuzzy-at-best boundary around. For Marco, however, this ambiguous boundary was firm and unyielding. He had all the control, which Leon had no qualms with, but he really couldn’t help himself when he attempted to nudge that steadfast barrier from time to time. Marco doted on him more than the other boys because he knew he could handle having the extra responsibility that came with it, but being graced with trust alongside large sums of money by the man who was essentially his pimp led to a natural (albiet humorous) conclusion on Leon’s part. The first time he purred the words “sugar daddy” to Marco, he was only teasing at his generosity. It was Marco’s reaction that stirred something hot and dangerous in the pit of Leon’s stomach, the intensity in his gaze shifting to something dark before he promptly dismissed the nickname as something he wasn’t interested in. But when Leon left his office, feeling dazed and unnerved by what came of his simple taunting gesture, he couldn’t help but feel as though Marco had quite intentionally lied.

               II. THEN THE JOKE BECAME IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE.

The second time Leon used the egregious term of endearment, the intense reaction of the time before had worn off. Hindsight made it seem as if it was merely a small bit of teasing that was all in good fun when it came to their unique relationship. He never knew what to expect when it came to Marco, because he didn’t act like every other high class suit and tie Leon was used to dealing with. He was unpredictable, incredibly smart, and knew- better than anyone- how to wield his power. So when Marco ended up sitting in the seat opposite him in a grimy bar, obviously disgusted by his surroundings but there because Leon asked him, he didn’t know if he should be shocked or flattered. In all seriousness, he couldn’t think of anyone who went to the lengths Marco did for him at times, and while it probably seemed like nothing to someone with his resources, it was everything to him.

Leon never knew how to handle his stronger emotions, so something as simple as flirting was simpler to fall back on given how easily it came to him; especially when it was with Marco. Thus, the term left his lips again without much thought. This time, though, Marco made no devaluation of the word, he simply stared. He looked at Leon with wicked eyes and perfectly controlled emotion until he actually felt his face burn with the intensity of it, turning away to the silent satisfaction he knew Marco must be feeling. What was happening? He fucked strangers for a living, for god’s sake; he never got flustered over shit like this.

               III. UNTIL FINALLY IT CONSUMED THEM BOTH.

People were beginning to notice Marco wasn’t giving Leon as many jobs as before. His time spent on the floor of Valhalla as a dancer dwindled, and his “rental rate,” as the other boys liked to call it, almost entirely vanished. It was under the guise of Leon only being used for their most elite clients, which was technically true, but there was another reason that both of them knew yet never spoke of. Leon always had trouble trying to figure out where he stood with Marco, but it was nothing compared to now. Their recent excursion to Europe, his apartment that came out of Marco’s pocket, and the distinct lack of clients without any real explanation had him more confused than ever. He still worked, however, and it was when he was with one of his so-called “high-end” clients who had a special request that he realized just how in deep he was. The moment the word daddy left his lips, directed at this stranger, it felt wrong. It wasn’t like he’d never done it before, it was a pretty popular request, so why was it only now leaving a horrible sinking feeling in his chest?

                                                                                             It didn’t take him long to realize why.

A HOMEMADE MEME. // @hautemistakes