@BLOOMIFYS ( BLITZ ) SAYS, TELL ME IT'S HARD BEING YOU.
THE DISCERNIBLE UNDERCURRENT OF SARCASM IN BLITZ'S TONE DOES NOT GO UNNOTICED, AND A PALPABLE SLIVER OF IRRITATION THUS RESONATES IN JAX'S AS CANARY GAZE DARTS FROM THE DESOLATE EXPANSE OF SAND AND WEEDS, DRAPED BENEATH A CRIMSON SHROUD ( THE TRAIN HAD HALTED AT THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY, WHERE THE VIBRANT BUSTLE OF STREETS AND TOWERING SKYSCRAPERS ABRUPTLY YIELDS TO A STARK EXPANSE OF A BARREN WASTELAND. ) TO THE IMP'S :
" well, what would you call it, if a crackbrained circus-godfather decided to zombify & chain you eternally to this ﹝ f#𓂸!✴d ﹞ up puppet-show, huh ? " a dry, caustic query emits & an arm extends out behind himself as he leans his weight back on a white-gloved hand, the other bringing a green-tinged bottle to greasepaint-clad mouth, eyes pinned to blitz's. surely, it is not easy being him ! surely, were he to be freed of the stifling clasp of everlasting undeath, would he find considerably less to complain over !
it's going to be fun, vox ( though his identity, in this boundless expanse of hell, akin to the vast depths of the digital abyss, also bears the cloak of @voxistem ) had assured with optimistic certainty, through a razor-toothed, megapixel grin, and attached to his guarantee a :
trust me, darling dear.
fun, albeit a subjective sentiment, is etched into the aerialist mind with identical recipe & through identical patterns, mimicking its crooked notion that lay within vox's understanding : fun is fun is excessive, outrageous, grotesque and irrational, a spectacle to be witnessed and then reiterated and acclaimed and reflected on ; it is a consumeristic brute to plunge its talons into the observer's vacuous consciousness & never loosen its bestial grip.
" sure, looks like you guys have a looooooot of fun around here. " a pesky, purrlike taunt of a remark emits through a coy grin twisted across jax's countenance, gaze roaming the corridors, the sleek, unadorned walls, the recessed lighting fixtures, the pristine & polished floors, air humming with the faint whir of machinery. it is a wasteland of polished surfaces & purity & utmost quality that breeds fun like a cautiously-operated, preprogrammed software whereas jax's notion of it is bound by the hexagonal limits of red-and-white-striped polyvinyl-chloride walls, and an occasional blade plunged into the density of his abdomen.
" and you're not gonna flip your shit, if a drop of blood gets on your fancy lil' suit ? " a grin, slithery, broad, as a hand rests upon a popped out hip: " can't spill my guts without spilling some guts, shockjock. " .
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
" that's a lot of blood. "
" it isn't mine. "
" what did you do ? "
[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "
" come on. have a taste. "
" holy shit, are you okay ? "
" it looks worse than it feels. "
" you should see the other guy. "
" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
" lean on me. "
" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "
" . . . gross. "
[ standing over a body ] " oops. "
" is that a fucking body ? "
" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "
" what the hell happened ? "
" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "
" at least it wasn't me this time. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "
" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "
" i'm not scared of you. "
" you don't scare me. "
" shut up and let me help you. "
" i got your shirt all bloody. "
" let's get you cleaned up. "
" that looks like it hurts. "
" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "
" we are so fucked. "
" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "
" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "
" the fucker deserved it. "
" red looks good on you. "
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "
" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "
" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "
" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "
" this isn't what it looks like. "
" it was an accident. "
" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "
" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "
" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "
" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
" you're bleeding. "
" what the fuck happened to you ? "
" you're getting blood on the carpet. "
" sit down before you fall down. "
" that looks like a you problem. "
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :
sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver
receiver finds sender covered in blood
sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding
sender helps receiver clean up after a kill
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb
sender licks receiver's blood off a knife
sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb
sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver
receiver finds sender stood over a body
sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]
sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood
sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean
sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood
sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed
sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)
receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze
sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand
sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face
sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them
sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver
sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall
sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled
receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off
sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver
sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse
sender takes an injury meant for receiver
sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood
sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone
sender punches receiver in the mouth
receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust
sender helps receiver bury a body
sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3
sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3
sender leans on receiver for support
sender kills someone to protect receiver
receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it
sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver
receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself
sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip
sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning
ik the lyrics are ' dig me now, fuck me later ' but i think they missed a golden opportunity to have it be ' dick me down, fuck me later ' bc that's how how i always sing it
more headcanons ! jax's body/system regenerating itself at a rapid speed somehow slows down the inebriation process and it'd take copious amounts of alcohol for him to get properly hammered. and so he almost never is. additionally, on a completely unrelated note, the subtle clownface makeup on his face ( lines over his eyes with dots on each end + exaggerated corners of his mouth and upper lip ) is indeed painted on, is indeed removable, but it sort of rematerializes whenever it smudges / jax tries to remove it, etc. so technically, it is not quite permanent, but it also by all means is. and it only appeared on his face after he had signed caine's contract so truly blame him for that.
a lil draft bc this is all ive been doing for the past 5 hours but .. they bond over their slutty waists and sharp teeth and then scam u out of ur mortgage