#manneatcr

[never-surrender]

Why do beautiful people taste better?" ( honestly could be from either Mix or Dama tbh and I mean it in a full cannibal way lmao )

She feels like she's going to get sick... there's no way that they mean it as a joke, and the seriousness of it sends her back in time to a place that she doesn't want to be. Back when her 'mother' was still 'taking care of her', force feeding her human flesh and creating the scars on her face from doing so. Holding her hand at her stomach, the other slowly came to cover her mouth. "I-" she can't speak, she can't hardly even breath... "-I'm sorry I-" she can't finish either before she's spinning and rushing away.

Though she doesn't make it far before she's throwing up violently enough it has her entire body bowing from the force of it.

[fairytaletold]

@manneatcr // ❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞

Humor is a rare mood for him. Too quiet, too somber by half, and not with company often enough to socialize, anyway. She’s different. Doesn’t pull away when she finds out what he is — only draws herself closer, embracing him and all his monstrous tendencies. He’s still not sure why. Still can’t bring himself to ask ( can hardly say a goddamn thing in her presence, truthfully ) but she doesn’t seem to care. Vasile’s never been comfortable around another living soul, but maybe that’s where this is headed: familiar ease, companionship.

He glances up, smile ghosting over lips.

“ Nah. ” Pulls out a cigarette. “ Guess. ”

[zooomies]

my brain is getting expanded, yet interestingly enough, dumber.

"i know right, and that's just the FIRST season. wait until you hear what happens in season two, it's bonkers bananas!"

[zealctry]

What’s the most irrational reason you’ve ever had for disliking someone?

90 loaded questions / interview the muse ( meme )

bruised black and blue, that’s what he’s gonna be, come ‘morrow. still. it’s not as if Hidan could resent her for it. it was a good ( a perfect ) hit, even if the ache running through his jaw in the aftermath shaves off half of his appreciation. ( he spits out the blood onto the floor before leaning back, weight propped onto his palms, flat on the ground ).

an amused glance, up at her.

           “ when they fucking get one over on me, " he jests, grin crooked, head tilted to the side, not meaning it. a tongue darts out to chase the words away as he considers the genuine answer. he has had many motives to dislike people, ranging the whole span of rationality ( after all, the people he did like were few. mostly, he found himself indifferent, or viewed them as a temporary means of entertainment for when he was particularly bored. the irony of it was that he was in the soul-saving business, in his own way. the universe was funny that way. good thing he was always open to being amused. )   “ . . . hmm. suppose it was when their face just annoyed me. just something ‘bout it; never put my finger on it. it’s not as if he looked at me the wrong way. he just had a really irritating face, the sort you wanna put your fist through immediately, you know? .  . . .. you? ”

[10ccs]

does your oc have any quirks or habits?

@manneatcr | let me talk about sam

some quirks:

he uses a lot of filler words, specifically like. he has the cadence of a valley girl in the body of a guy who should've been 24 in 1983.

his handwriting is a scrawl. it's not doctor bad but it's messy and scratchy.

sometimes he wears his headphones when he isn't even listening to anything because he wants people to leave him alone

sings while doing chores. he's a really good singer but like nobody knows this about him because he never sings around people

i know this wasnt part of the question but this is his singing voice thank you

[hjemve]

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 (with @manneatcr!)

🗴🗴🗴 — The Vagrant suppresses a sigh, but decides.. for once... to humor her. What a colorful way of describing something. "Then why do you bother?" He asks, still moving forward on the road without bothering to look over at her as he speaks. "...if it's such a ... difficult thing. Surely it would be better to try an alternative..." He mutters. "... there is no sense in taking the hardest route if it isn't necessary... nor particularly beneficial."

[kxllerblond]

☕️

Send me "☕️" to give my muse a coffee! // accepting

❝ If you think this just makes everything OK and that I'll forget whatever we were arguing over...you're absolutely correct. I don't even recall. ❞ he mutters a quick 'Thanks' once the mug is in hand and he settles back in his chair.

He goes to sip, hesitates, tosses his gaze upward and to the side. ❝ Well...unless it's poisoned. Then I think I'd be just more agitated than before. I'm not fond of being poisoned. I really would prefer just actually being stabbed. ❞

The cambion is quick to lift a finger on his free hand. ❝ No, actually. I hate that too. Don't stab me, please. ❞

[prettytm]

your  muse  catching  my  muse  drinking  blood.

Blood Lust : Accepting

After all the weird stuff that's happened around New York in the last ten years or so, he hadn't thought that was much left that could surprise him. Famous last words, right? Because he couldn't have been more wrong.

It's late when he comes across them, a moan that sounded pained catching his attention and though he usually minded his own business he would admit to being curious so he glances around to locate the source. It's then he spots them, what seems like a couple ten or feet away from him pressed against the alley wall. It's nothing interesting enough to keep his focus and he begins to move along. But not before he hears a soft call for help and he turns back to narrow his eyes on the two. It's just bright enough he can see the shine on the crimson. Still he wrestles with his decision. Was it really any of his business. But fuck if there's not a little voice at the back of his head whispering that he needed to make sure. And so he's stalking closer to the scene before he could stop himself. And what he finds is something straight out of a movie. The girl is covered in blood and the person she had pinned the wall looked as if he had gotten mauled.

Really.. He shouldn't listen to that stupid little traitor of a voice.

"You're a little early.. The vampire convention isn't until next month."

[unmak3r]

for damaris proluo. @manneatcr [ based on .08 of this meme; we're lost. ]

kelerel's eyes were saturated in a soft tea-like brown, mingled with a dark tree-bark brown; a 'normal' colour to some — the signature hues of her navigation spell as she stood at the beginning decline of a large hill and surveyed the landscape. now matter how hard she tried, nor how hard her spells worked, there was something in this land that blocked her magic; unseen enchantments acting as wards that made it near impossible to choose the 'safest' path going forward. with growing frustration, she called upon her shifting spell; eyes flashing a feline-like bright yellow as she evaporated instantaneously.

... but in the same instant, kelerel felt her spells slam uncomfortably (almost painfully) against the wards she'd detected; almost bouncing her away and causing her coordinates to become muddled. when the silver-haired witch soundlessly 'popped' back into existence, she stood at the edge of a dense forest. now even more lost, one of her eyes was taken over by the green of her detection spells as the left eye bloomed with the pearlescent hue of her passive protection spells. fortunately for her kelerel's magic detection spell alerted her to another being ... a living magical being. were they a friend, foe, or a simple passerby? could they perhaps help her find her way out of this strange loop of magical wards that kept disrupting her navigation attempts? "apologies for intruding if i have ... i've lost my way," it's not verbal communication; her eyes have shifted gold as she sends out a closed line of communication meant for the being, person, creature? she had detected. it was magical in nature, and could only be picked up by the intended target. "do you know these lands? i would be willing to trade for any maps or information you may have." after decades of travel, she had grown very weary of having to fight others due to simple accidents or the crossing of paths, so she was sure to saturate her communication with the genuine non-combative intent she harboured.

[never-surrender]

🌊 For your muse to come across my muse skinny dipping in a lake (I would a first meeting it would be funny idgaf who)

Fully intending on going fishing, Anthony had headed towards the lake without much thought at the idea that there could be somebody else already there. Unaware of the splashing, unaware of the clothes that littered the shore, Anthony was in his own little world until he stood at the edge of the water and looked up from where he had been looking down walking.

It was then that he saw her.

Pausing, Anthony was quick to realize that she was naked... which doesn't make him turn away but rather scowl a deep, upsetting scowl that does little to make him seem approachable. "The fuck you doing, girl?" he demands, fishing pole still in hand and tackle box in the other.

[gui1lermodelacruz]

💬 ( from the random dialogue meme! )

SEND 💬  FOR ME TO MAKE YOU A STARTER WITH A RANDOM LINE OF DIALOGUE FROM THIS GENERATOR. (accepting) // @manneatcr

❝Is there something you want to tell me?❞ She certainly was not just a girl, like Guillermo first thought. Whoever she was, he had to make sure she wasn't a threat.

[zooomies]

i can’t shake this feeling that we know each other.

he's thinking about explosions, crumbling buildings, and cars that speed through school zones as if the drivers have a vendetta against walking guards and children. he's thinking about glass shattering and bullets bursting hot and quick out of hastily pulled guns.

but most importantly he's thinking about faces, frozen in fear, frozen in idle thought, frozen mid-bite of their morning bagel. barry's brain slips in and out of the speedforce in ways he still can't understand and so he can flash through these memories faster than some computers, but it's difficult to get off that ride once it's started.

"Uhhhhhhh-" and just because he can think quick SOMETIMES doesn't mean he reflects that with his face. Right now there is no quick twitch of an eyebrow and an easy smile as he figures out how he knows her face. It's more like he's trying to catch the train of thought leaving the station, his nose scrunched, top lip curled up and mouth slack-jawed slightly.

"....uhhhhhhh..." and there she is, just a blink of an image riding the speedy memory of a crazy driver almost running her down. the flash had moved her and saved a stray dog in one breath. of course it seems ridiculous that she should remember anything about him when he only spent a few seconds, tops, making sure she and the dog were okay before darting away.

AND.. and he was wearing his mask.

"....nope, don't think so!"

[thefastestaround]

Patching up some wounds! || I love these.

it’s not as bad as i thought it would be, that’s for sure. @manneatcr

Pietro blinked a few times while he carried her to a nearby bench, placing her down softly while still giving her a look like she was crazy. "Pretty sure you would have been dead if I didn't get you out of there," he said, pointing back to the burning building that was starting to collapse. "Tell me how it could have been any worse. I'm listening."

[fairytaletold]

@manneatcr // vasile + dama

There’s a flicker of fire in his hand. He’s leaning against a brick wall in the bad end of town, cupping the end of a cigarette as it breathes to life between his lips. Shouldn’t be in the city; it’s always a risk, but he’s hungry, and it was nothing his nimble hands couldn’t fix. Gotta find someone he could worth stealing from, first — as if that made it better. He always liked to think it did.

Shoes scuff in the distance. His ears prick, gaze up to see the woman walking down the street. So he shifts aside, round the corner, tucked now into the mouth of the alley, where he tips back his head and closes his eyes, exhaling a stream of nicotine.

There’s a sudden prickle of hairs at his neck. He opens his eyes in time to see the dark haired woman pause, eyes boldly settling on his. He freezes. Got a light? And she looks to his pocket as if she can see the lighter within. Shit. His heart stutters. So he does what any regular man would do when confronted with a beautiful woman.

“N———… no?” He lies. “Sorry.”

[nogoodwitches]

@manneatcr says: oh, i wasn’t expecting to see you here.

the moment cathryn saw damaris, she made a bee line straight to her, shoving her way through the crowd. she leans against the wall infront of the other witch, eyes narrowed and lips pinched in a frown. it had been a long time since they saw each other.

"you still owe me a hundred dollars."

[hjemve]

“You have a point. And that might be the scariest thing I’ve ever said.”

enemies to…. friends?allies??  … sentence starters (with @manneatcr!)

🗴🗴🗴 — He lets out a bit of a disgruntled hum-- though it's also one of agreement, hilariously. He was just grumpy at her sass. He found it both unnecessary and annoying. But telling her something like that would give her too much satisfaction in knowing she'd gotten under his skin... No, the best thing with Damaris was to simply be stoic... and "boring", as she's put it. He didn't mind being boring if it meant she didn't get to have her fun with bothering him.

The Vagrant idly rubs at the side of his wooden mask; pushing a long, black strand of hair back behind it as he considers the situation further, ignoring her remark but still feeling a tinge of silent annoyance at it. "I often do." He mutters under his breath, continuing past her silently, then stopping a few feet away as he considers the paths before them.