#killercmd

[hopeful-hugz]

I've Become What You Like! I Have Taught Myself to Let Go!

[seramorris]

KILLER QUEEN. a blue, white and black-focused blog pack, inspired by serial designation: v of murder drones. * unavailable, commissioned by @killercmd. font used. arial (black, regular), courierm

[cardedsoul]

dead dove: do not eat.

a private, selective independent multimuse rp and writing blog with horror, thriller, and black comedy mediums. canon adjacent and semi canon-divergent depending on the muse; low-to-medium activity. puppeteered by símone (25, she / they).

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this includes all of my rules + the muse page; however, the rules are also available below the read-more.

permanent starter call

this blog contains mature and disturbing themes including but not limited to: whorephobia, heavy gore, vulgar language, suggestive / sexual jokes, cannibalism, murder, psychological abuse, and religious & occult exploration / depictions. any triggering / distressing content will be tagged with "(trigger) cw".

mains & affiliates

↳ @xluciifer, @hopeful-hugz, @rockange

other blogs of mine !

↳ @killercmd (serial designation: v), @mawsilent (serial designation: n), @heavenlyhatred (adam), @d-ecrescendo (lute)

i. you must be at least 18 years of age to follow, or interact with, me given the nature of the medias my muses come from. this is to avoid any sort of issues that can arise with such topics and minors being involved. if i find out you are underage, i will block you. no negotiations. just stay out of adult spaces.

ii. mun =/= muse. i am not my muses nor are they me. my interpretations of my muses does not directly correlate with any of my personal ideals or morals. fantasy isn't reality, etc etc. do not godmod or powerplay; every action has an opposite and equal reaction, my muses will act accordingly to yours. don't involve me in any fandom / rpc drama either. i'm just here for a good time.

iii. i require a rules page be available to read in some capacity before i will even consider engaging with you. if i follow you, it means i've read your rules and am interested in roleplaying with you! that said, i am oc, duplicate, and multimuse friendly (what kind of multi blog would i be if i turned other multis away, yknow?).

iv. i work full-time and can't always be readily available. as such, i offer my discord to mutuals for easier contact during my work week. i'm a moderately quick writer, but my writing tends to fluctuate based on motivation and time, so bear with me please! you can nudge me after about a week if i haven't replied to one of our threads!

v. the only really "blacklisted" topics i have are the obvious standard ones + untagged irl eye gore and trypophobia-inducing images. otherwise, i'm relatively solid about handling things. i don't follow nor reblog politics; this is an rp blog and not a political one for a reason. as far as nsfw is concerned, jokes and implications of sexual nature will occur here, but no actual smut writing will!

vi. i am in no way affiliated with vivziepop nor the creators of hazbin hotel (this applies to the rest of the medias i portray as well). any art used for my icons or graphics is NOT mine unless stated otherwise. if you see your art used and you'd like me to remove it, let me know!

[hopeful-hugz]

@killercmd || Teal Starter Call

It hadn't moved. Hope's signal hadn't moved from the universe she had stopped in for hours. It was heavily concerning given the kind of person Hope was; someone unstoppable. Yet there she stayed...

And here he was. Back against a wall and listening for something that had struck out at him moments before. Usually he wouldn't back away from a fight, but having been caught as off-guard as he had been, he needed a moment to regroup. Thankfully a time pause getaway helped with that.

Shield drawn, hair tied up to prevent it being easy to grab, sword in hand. The messy haired teen was ready the moment he saw anything shift or heard any sound. Either way, he knew she was there.

"Rather rude to make a move without even offering a greeting." She was in the room, he could sense it. "How about we start over. Try again."

[xluciifer]

Affectionate biting biting biting <3

He smiles through the numbing pain, deciding on running his fingers through her hair as she continues.

⸺ ❝ Ya really have a thing for biting me, huh? ❞

[xluciifer]

Temperance is staring at Lucifer with her funny yellow LEDs— for now, it appears as though the drone has NAY A THOUGHT in her head. Much to her own confusion, he reads to her as having traces of the enemy attached, and yet she was strictly instructed ( along with Humility ) to not attack him. Perhaps, she thinks, this was simply her creator's way of devising a proper plan. In any case, if 001 could get away from biting, surely a little nip from her wouldn't be a problem either ?

Sharp teeth close around Lucifer's arm with little restraint to the force of the bite, though this was but a mere nibble in comparison to the damage she could truly do if she had any probable cause for it. Nothing detrimental for the King, at least. He was related to their primary entity after all.

More of the Angelic Security prototype drones had been sent to him for his approval, as the day and weeks passed, they were never sent out as a mass product, always as an individual bot at a time. Every single one he'd seen looked different from the last, but they all shared similar qualities to one another - to signify their trademark as the Angelic Security brand.

This robot was the third product in this line of security. And just like the others, Vox claims they speak but hadn't heard a word out of them yet. A shame, really. As much as he found the drones interesting, they hadn't 'wow'ed him either. Were they actually capable of following through with their intended purpose? It'll be time before it's truly found out. But one thing has been a common thing amongst the Security bots with him, in specific.

They really enjoyed biting him. They must have a natural soft spot for him.

Like the other times before, the bites surprisingly left a subtle pain afterwards for him, yet a still tolerable one. It amazed him; it wasn't easy, unless you were God, to create any sort of pain to fester within the King. But he smiled, finding it amusing. His gaze fell down to the drone whose teeth had marked claim on his arm.

⸺ ❝ You robots are the cutest things! Hard to believe your purpose is to protect and defend Hell. I'm guessing you're not much of a talker either, huh? ❞

[hopeful-hugz]

☕ | muse of your choosing!

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes || No Longer Accepting

A calendula tea with with a hint of honey. This peppery but sweet tea brings a comfort that stays with you for a while. Long enough you can't remember... a significant amount of your day. Where are you? How did you get here? Who are you with? Why are you following every word they say? Seems someone's spiked this tea with Devil's Breath. But who?

The last thing he remembers was the tea; the comfort and reminder of his best friend in it's near-scalding warmth. The most recent thing? Waking up on the couch in Hope's apartment. Stars, he's tired... A glance at his phone shows Hope put him to bed at least. That he was overly compliant earlier, when they had gone out for lunch. He's going back to sleep while he's still somewhat relaxed.

[hopeful-hugz]

🕯️(for Teal)

Send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. || Accepting

💙 None of those wounds are going to heal properly, but that's fine. Not like it matters. 💙 Why do you insist on staying around? It's not like there's anything even remotely interesting about me. 💙 Don't get attached, time erodes everything. Don't get attached, time erodes everything. Don't get attached, time erodes everything- 💙 DON'T- 💙 ...Why is it so easy to let you in. To let you stay? Can't you see it's only going to cause you harm when you have others you need and want to protect? 💙 Why choose me?

[hopeful-hugz]

❝ I thought opening the door for a lady was being a gentleman, but she just screamed and went flying out of the plane. ❞ (to Teal)

There's a couple blinks at V; the emotionless boy needing a moment to actually process the joke. But that one's on him, not her. He's just very tired at the moment.

At least the drone gets a small almost-maybe smile and a quick thumbs up. "You're sure on a roll with the humor today. Good job; very humorous."

[hopeful-hugz]

❝ Don’t challenge Death to a pillow fight. Unless you’re prepared for the reaper cushions. ❞ (to Hope)

There's a hint of a smirk at first, Hope very clearly trying not to snicker. And ultimately failing.

"I've cheated Death so many times at this point I could win with my hands tied behind my back. He's no match for the sheer amount of cheat sheets I got~"

[hopeful-hugz]

🎥 Teal

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life || Accepting

The tube... he hated the tube. A breathable fluid pumped inside and leaving him suspended while they ran their tests and pushed his mind and powers to the limit. Extending the limit is what they claimed.

Today that had been taken too far. (Had it been?)

One moment he was in agony, trying so hard not to cry out at the currents of energy that pulled and prodded at his very core. Don't yell out, don't fight back; don't question the method of research. Father knows best after all.

The next it all stops.

The child opens one eye, then two.

The whole lab was frozen in time, tinted in pink and red with a projector-like filter over it. This was new... was he able to stop time? Control it? He teleports, outside the tube and then outside the lab. The whole world is frozen in place.

There's a glance at the lab taken. For just a moment, he was free. But Father would be mad if he left the mountain. Christopher couldn't have him be mad; he owed the man too much. Again he teleports. Back inside. He wanders the lab just a bit, looking at the other subjects. Looking at the tools and the staff. Looking at his room and the empty room with a little rune on it, not unlike his own.

Looking at Father, then at the tube he stood in front of.

Christopher hated the tube. Father said the tube was required.

Father would get mad if he resumed time and wasn't in the tube. So he teleports one more time; back into the tube. He stares at Father. He stares at the staff. He stares at the bolts of energy in the tube with him.

Time resumes and the agony continues. He would give Father a detailed report after the test was complete.

[hopeful-hugz]

^^^ Terrified of physical flesh-and-blood animals, but somehow attracted the attention of not One but Two Creechures.

^^^ Usually wants nothing to do with anyone, but somehow ended up a plaything for the two creechurs and a Third one.

[xluciifer]

💌 :-)

SYMBOLS FOR THE MUN / Always Accepting!

SIMONE, BITCH I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU. I MISS ROLEPLAYING AND TALKING TO YOU 🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU FOR THINKING I'M AMAZING BUT I THINK THE WORLD OF YOU. ❤️❤️❤️

[xluciifer]

Another Chewsday, another affectionate bite from Temperance. (@killercmd - on mobile rn)

One of these days, he'll inspire some words out of her. Today was not that day, however as her teeth found station on his body once again. There was less pain than usual, noticing it was more of just a bite of affection than anything more.

⸺ ❝ Hey Temp, hadn't seen ya all day. Been busy doing whatever it is a drone does? ❞

[hopeful-hugz]

@killercmd || Hope Pre-Birthday Starter Call

"You know I can feel your presence, right?"

Hope's voice is a lot more quiet than usual, almost distant to a degree. No surprise that she was in some semblance of a trauma haze right now. At least at the STM cabin it was quiet, though she hadn't accounted for the fact that specific people has access to the location (having stolen a remote to get it off of her months ago) and could easily get on the snow-covered roof where she currently lay.

The aetherling wasn't entirely there if she hadn't thought of it, clearly. But she... also didn't seem to care for once. "Didja need something, V? Usually you're not around here til later tonight."

[hopeful-hugz]

❝ Just let me sleep for five more minutes. ❞ Considering she's holding Teal hostage, he might not have a choice. He can sure try to get up though. Sleepy catgirl.

Random Dialogue Sentence Starters || Accepting

There's a small sigh as Teal shifts in the drones hold. He couldn't exactly get down from their upside-down position without falling... if he could even get out of the vice grip in the first place. He was tired to and he knew that V knew that fact as well.

"V... I have work to get done." Yet the aetherling still protests. "You don't even have to get down. You can just let me go and catch up later."