silverhandj

[silverhandj]

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

[silverhandj]

crazy how it's a discord rp that brought back muse

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does anyone know if it’s happening to everybody

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I got photoshop to work again so lemme just 🥰

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❛ i see how you smoke more when you’re thinking, and you drink more when you’re sad. ❜

>... Atlantis is a place that he can lose himself in the endless liquor, and the endless stream of trouble filing in one after the other as quick as dreams fizzle out under the LED lights promising a new future, a new you. He sighs heavily, and the air blurs with tonight's concotion of LACE and nicotine rush straight to his head; a dreamy smile curls and his good hand reaches out to the ends of her hair, weaving soft touch into stroking praise. " Yeah? " Cute, how @rotdame wanted to know him. He breathes heavily, and the synthetic organs creak under pressure which makes him wonder how much more of him he can strain until there's nothing left but a mess of organs that has him limping to the a ripperdoc for another spit job and duct tape. " And what about it? " Doesn't even feel as bad as she makes it, though. Maybe it was just kicking in. The Hand curls into her hair, leaning in to sneer as he admires the plush of lips analyzing him like she were the next messiah; wondered if she wanted him to be something honest. " Gonna fix me? Didn't know you wanted to play doctor, Tara. Hah. " Lips peel back into a half smile, all teeth, and he curls a fist tight enough to feel but not so tight that he was picking a fight. Not yet. " naw, you ... " tonalities quiet and the tension is enough to drown in with tonight's drugs making him dizzy with anticipation; a fine edge between violence and pleasure melding into something... He'd meet her halfway, with his good hand snaking up her thigh and his mouth closing near,

" Baby, you’re here ‘cuz you like the mess. "

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❛ you cannot love. ❜ (v , hits you over the head with a steel chair)

>... Neuron's feel delayed, gratified in the schism that makes up V; and it's like a hit to the head that's cold to the touch and just as out of place. This was a human concept, and as far the scream sheets declare : johnny silverhand, rocker legend, DEAD. Johnny blinks, and the world shivers as zeros and ones coalesce into form like rain that intrudes into their optics like a bad fucking virus. It feels real. " You've got this bleeding heart act down to a fuckin' T, V. " Hah. His lips curl mean and for once, the glasses come off so he's staring right at her with his gaze as dead as the dying merc he's look at; it feels like mold, this affliction of theirs, and he's too hardwired to seek survival more than he is to give in the rage which burns hotter than hell in V. But, it feels fuckin' real. Selfish is, as selfish does; his need for nicotine zips up in his thoughts as he projects. Wonders how much of him he's gotta consume before the world flatline's around 'em, and their collapsing into the ditch like yet another Night City citizen chasing the dream; all that human emotion in @mkoshi head is just wasted space, a bad case of virus and bloatware that makes him wanna sneeze. A silver hand smoothes over his own cranium, a digital copy within a copy looking to eat whatever bullshit V seemed to think she knew for a fact. Grumbles, yeah, maybe he did have a bad track record. But .... this felt real enough. Like two sides of the coin, like a dog of war nipping at her heels; he smiles, and it looks as human as, given that she was his only witness to perjury of the ninth degree. They both weren't blind. Softly, gaze thrown out to the view around them.

" Maybe not in a way that lasts. "

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what if project orion feeds me more alt lore

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@mkoshi " bitch. "

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SHE COMES FROM SILVER SPOON, GOLDEN RULE, PRIVATE SCHOOL NEVER MISSED SUNDAY SCHOOL AND I COME FROM BLUE COLLAR, LOW DOLLAR OUT HERE WHERE CONCRETE MEETS OLD RED DIRT

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trim reblogs also cuts out the ask like a normal post

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#johnny is vale and vale is johnny and johnny isn't johnny and vale isn't vale but at the same time vale IS vale and johnny IS johnny

@cyberpawn

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    multi - everything.   selective.       🎸 

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@cyberpawn

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alt cunningham was a war he wouldn't mind dying in (he has died for it, went back into with his hands in the dirt / more real than digital heaven or a digital hell because his code is as a part of her as his is in her / Before me floats an image, man or shade / blood-begotten )

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how did y'all reblog from an ask but cut out the ask