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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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There’s someone watching him, two gray eyes staring unseen from the figure’s resting place under a tree. The Horror has her cape pulled tight around herself, a shiver rocking her body now and then. Her body is adapted to most things… but she still didn’t know winter like he did.
“If you say so,” the Horror says in a low voice, not even intending him to hear her. She raises her scarred hand and watches as the snowflakes settle on her skin. She grimaces.
     He is no stranger to the feeling of eyes watching, a star in the eyes of the public near constantly; such a status makes him far too familiar and able to identity when somebody is watching him.      Crimson eyes do a quick scan around, catching notice of a figure nearby. Must be the one watching him. A small smirk grows, not quite hearing the words spoken, but judging by the tone, it is not in agreement to his sentiments about the snow. He chuckles, raising his voice a bit to ensure this newcomer to the area can hear him, “Not a fan of the snow, darling?~”
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     “. . .” He takes a breath, feeling the cold fill his lungs. The cold of winter, the chill to simmer down the fire that burns his insides, “Snow. . . such a beautiful thing glimmering in this rancid place.” 
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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venom: let there be carnage. sentence meme.
“ you do not deserve to have nice things. ” “ those two need some serious couple counselling. ” “ you could just say: i’m happy for you. ” “ i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me. ” “ i miss her. ” “ you blow everything. ” “ you’re talking about [name] again.” “ if one more head goes missing we’ll be hauled off to area 51. ” “ look at all those weirdos ! my kind of people. ” “ time to die.” “ i am going to make you cry now.” “ i’ve been thinking about you, [name].” “ people love serial killers.” “ because you and i are the same.” “ what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.” “ i have tasted blood before my friend and that is not it.” “ all i ever wanted in this world is carnage. ” “ i’m not a crazy man, but i am a vengeful one. ” “ you feel like home to me. like family. ” “ soon come chaos. chaos, soon come. ” “ every hero has an origin story. ” “ who said romance was dead ? ” “ it is only found in brains and chocolate. ” “ i’m just… hanging around. ” “ are you pen pals with an ant?” “ i herby invite you to witness my demise. ” “ it was a circus of hell with one bright light… ” “ you suck.” “ this is a me thing, not a we thing. ” “ everything is a ‘you’ thing. ” “ [full name] has a big secret.” “ something wicked this way comes. ” “ please, i got a family. ” “ any last words ? ” “ on a scale of 1 to 10, it’s 11 bad.” “ information is currency.” “ crapola. another one bites the dust. ” “ he/she/they kept me hidden because he/she/they was ashamed.” “ you’re never getting out of here. no one does. ” “ that is so hot.” “ my dream car. ” “ people are talking about seeing monsters. ” “ you know what secrets want? they want out. that’s why they are so hard to keep. ” “ you wanna break his heart too?” “ [name] is gonna have to fix all this by his little bitch self. ” “ no one likes you [name]. ” “ let’s go save that asshole. ” “ you are a cancer to everyone who ever loved you. ” “ we are wasting our talents. ” “ we found you. ” “ what do they say about an eye for an eye ? ” “ you’re going to watch her/him/them die. ” “ i wanted your friendship. ” “ it’s me they want. ” “ i made you special. ” “ this isn’t about being a hero. this is about wanting to live in peace. ” “ you’re not dead ? ” “ bad things happen around you. ” “ my angel, this is for you. ” “ my powers are too strong. ” “ welcome to your new home. ” “ your old boyfriend/girlfriend is finally getting what he deserves. ” “ take your tiny hands off of me. ” “ you are a bottom feeder. ” “ he read me poetry. ” “ the only scoop i am getting today is double chocolate chip. ” “ i think I’m pablo picasso. ” “ you said i could eat bad guys ! ” “ i can not live like this anymore. ” “ i cannot live on chicken and chocolate alone. ” “ you live in my body, you live by my rules. ” “ i can’t with this grossness. ” “ she did not know she needed our help. there is a difference. ” “ fuck this guy.” “ is [name] with you ? ” “ 80 billion light years of hive knowledge across universe would explode your tiny little brain. ” “ you made me feel like i was on a rollercoaster. ” “ are you hiding stuff from me ? ” “ i am not okay. ” “ the chocolate delivery hasn’t arrived yet. ” “ commitment’s just not your thing. ” “ what’s gonna happen ? you’re gonna stop protecting me ? ”
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     I have finally gotten through one of the busier times of work with my new position. I am exhausted and heckin miss you guys and rping. I’ve still been fighting the temptation to make a blog just for some of my demon characters but idk. I haven’t been able to keep up with just a few blogs let alone add another for fandomless characters oof. We’ll see. 
     But hope you guys have been good lately 💜
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     Heya guys, been a bit longer than I thought I would be away for. Tbh it’s been really hard adjusting to the changes at home plus getting a promotion at work to working 5 days a week instead of like 4 hours a week. I’ve kinda just been vibing playing an old game I used to play as a kid and just adjusting to things.      I’m feeling better and a bit more adjusted ( not 100% though but that’ll probably take a while ), so I will be coming back to cause some chaos with this boi 💙 missed you guys
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     So small update, it’s probably going to be after Friday before I pick things back up. Bit rougher than I thought it would be.
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     But also just wanna show off Brontes. She passed on Monday which is why I’m having my hiatus to grieve. She was a very small and affectionate bunny that my whole family was ridiculously attached to.
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     Official notice: going on a hiatus for a few days. I need some time to grieve and process my emotions from what is going on today. I’ll be lingering around but I just don’t have energy to write or do heavy plotting. I may not be very responsive to IMs either so if you want to chat it may take me a bit to reply.      Thanks for understanding and hope your guys’ Halloween was spooky and fun.
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     I thought I’d be here for Halloween hijinks but I just can’t muster up the energy. It just means tomorrow comes sooner. . .      I may go on a small hiatus to work through some grieving until like mid-week or maybe even until the weekend. Just need some time to process emotions and the absence that will be there. 
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
(  a  mix  of  horror,  humor,  and  happy  hauntings!  )
❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜
❛ that’s your face? oh, i thought it was a mask. ❜
❛ if you ever get scared, you can hold my hand. ❜
❛ how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜
❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜
❛ and the walls will ooze green slime?! wait, they always do that. ❜
❛ holy shit, you should have seen the look on your face! ❜
❛ these pumpkins may be tiny, but they give so much serotonin. ❜
❛ on halloween we dress as skeletons. but in reality, skeletons dress as us. ❜
❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜
❛ i think we’re being followed. ❜
❛ well, one of us is going to have to change. ❜
❛ don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ we’re not alone. ❜
❛ i see dead people. ❜
❛ scream for me, my little banshee. ❜
❛ i said, look behind you. ❜
❛ do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans? ❜
❛ i heard the houses here give out huge candy bars. ❜
❛ it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die. ❜
❛ hey you need a… hand? ❜
❛ halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight. ❜
❛ it’s just a mask, don’t worry! ❜
❛ have you picked out a costume yet? ❜
❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜
❛ get in loser, we’re going to spirit halloween. ❜
❛ did that ghost just spell ‘get out’ wrong? ❜
❛ if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. ❜
❛ if a zombie apocalypse started on halloween, it would take a while to realize. ❜
❛ you frightened me. do it again. ❜
❛ wanna see something scary? ❜
❛ i came here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat. ❜
❛ i don’t think we should be here. ❜
❛ maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. ❜
❛ what i want to be for halloween is loved. ❜
❛ what’s your favorite scary movie? ❜
❛ i’ve seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. ❜
❛ some people have swimming pools, other people have private cemeteries. ❜
❛ they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies. ❜
❛ you alright? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜
❛ that’s fake blood, right? ❜
❛ i could have sworn we were just here. ❜
❛ do not say we should split up. ❜
❛ did the eyes in that painting just move? ❜
❛ i think it’s found us. ❜
❛ scared? i’m not scared. ❜
❛ you can’t help the dead. they’re beyond help. ❜
❛ whatever you do, don’t look behind you. ❜
❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜
❛ the scariest thing about halloween is that rent is due the next day. ❜
❛ …and they were never heard from again. ❜
❛ i know this isn’t your area of expertise, but is this guy dead? ❜
❛ why does that grave have your name on it? ❜
❛ i could really go for a hot chocolate right now. ❜
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     “Ah Halloween,” He grins to himself, slightly adjusting the pumpkin upon the tabletop, “At least I can do this without worrying about those idiots trying to stop it.” Nobody to tell him to get rid of the decorations or to throw away the pumpkins. Perfect time--except this Entity doesn’t know what cooking is so that is sadly out of the picture. Oh well, maybe one day.
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Non-Verbal Actions ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
     @evlincarnate​​​​​​​​  ✩  🔪
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     He just watches at first, eyes half-lidded as he examines the knife being pointed at him. He is not like the other killers, in more ways than socially above them and probably richer than any of them could imagine in both money and in fame--more of the fact he is not as muscular or inhumanly tall compared to a normal human. Yes, the Entity gave him some extra height and strength, but he is not nearly to the same level as the more monstrous Killers or ones, like the one before him, that have a guise of a human but are something else beneath it ( perhaps that is closer to him, considering how monstrous his personality is ).       Still, he feels more insulted than anything else by the weapon tip that is aimed at him. What a dull and rusty knife. . . boring old kitchen utensil that has seen better days and seems to have no care put into keeping it in good condition. 
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     “Do you even sharpen that thing. . .?” Ji-Woon quirks an eyebrow slightly, looking from the knife in sad shape to the one who wields it, “How do you even get blood out of one of those Survivors with that weak edge? That’s a kitchen tool, dull and boring--nothing near the proper weapon to kill somebody with! At least keep it in good shape if you want to use it.”
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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     The next person who dares to pick him up is going to feel how it is to be a pincushion for 75 knives.
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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Non-Verbal Actions ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
     @evlincarnate​​​​  ✩  💪
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     Very rarely is his time spent near others. He revels in the attention on him, however, viewing himself as above the others, Trickster avoids contact on most days. Though, even so, that does not mean it stops him from going to other places and lingering around. Even if his own little slice in this place is small, merely a few buildings flashing with neon signs, it still is not quite right with acoustics.       This evening, after a rather productive hunt, the Trickster saunters through the empty streets of. . . he recalls the name starts with an H, but really do names matter in a place like this? No, to him the only thing that matters is the sound. And this place has decent sound, but within the homes the sound is better. Which means, the singer moves about one of the homes, testing each room with his voice.       He is so absorbed into his own singing that he is caught off guard when the floorboards creak. Turning quickly, golden eyes narrow at the one who snuck up on him--a few Korean curses mumbled under his breath. Well, not surprising it is him, “What do you want?” Something in the back of his head recalls this is the silent killer’s territory, but that is something he cares not for.
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     “You know, you have to pay to listen,” he huffs, barely able to take a step before he is lifted off the ground. Instantly, the cocky and smug exterior is replaced by anger and annoyance, “Put me down!” A knife is produced from his sleeve, quickly stabbed into the shoulder--or well, as close as he can.      Along with the knife, even more curses and threats are thrown in Korean.
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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Ji-woon @ Michael: oh somebody’s got different feelings for me~ Ji-woon also @ Michael: oh yes, stalk me some more, I love it when people’s attention is on me
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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      Inbox for an inbox? You send something in and I’ll send you something back
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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Non-Verbal Actions ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
     @fogrealmradio​  ✩  💪 with Danny, because he's that kinda guy
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     He still has no shred of trust in the other killer--well, that is not saying much since he trusts none of them further than he can throw the Entity itself--so with the approach, the singer steps back ( not without delivering a venomous glare ). There is no security here to stop people from getting to close to him. . . or to stop him from reacting to people getting closer. There is no true dislike of people touching him, it is more of his does not like people he considers below him to be in his space.      Something is said in his native language, a curse thrown at the other when the distance continues to be closed. He must hand it to the other, there is guts to approach one who is known to be highly cruel and a history of attacking other Killers to the point their overseer had to banish him from being around others for a while, “Don’t you even think about--”     Not a moment to finish his sentence before he feels the touch on him and then the feeling of the ground vanishing. Oh, he did that. . . Instantly, a snarl slips his lips, a blade slipping from his sleeve, “ 너 이제 죽었어 ! “ It does not matter if the other can understand, Ji-Woon howls out the words before taking the knife and jabbing it anywhere he can lodge it in--and doing the same with a second knife. . . and a third one. And one more for good measure.     Nobody touches him without permission, and especially nobody picks him up.
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syoseutopeo · 2 years
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@rvnrabbitrvn​​​ ✩ Meg's laughter is loud and obnoxious as she vaults the pallet, sliding across the wooden surface before ducking around a corner to keep clear of any thrown missiles heading her way. It's not difficult to determine that she hasn't run much further as her laughter continues, interrupted only by attempts to speak.
"This is the soooong that doesn't eeeeend!!"
Oh. She's singing.
Wonderful.
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     He has dealt with irritating prey, running and screaming. . . making a scene. Sometimes, it just pumps the adrenaline, makes it all the more interesting. But this is not one of those moments. This is one of those moments the irritation is growing into a fullblown anger.       It’s not the running that annoys him or the laughter when she should be silent or screaming in terror. No, those are things he can work with--has worked with before. Oh no, the thing that angers him is the horrible singing. Like a howl of some broken creature that lacks the lungs to sing something beyond a yowl or has no concept of intonation. Perhaps not terrible to others, it makes him want to claw out his ears--or tear out her vocal chords ( which is much more appealing to the Trickster ).       “You call that singing?” He snaps, aiming a knife ahead of where he predicts the survivor will run. A snort, a sudden shift to taking on his own singing voice--flowing smoothly as he runs after her, “That’s not singing darling, let me show you how~♪”       He will make her scream, that will be the only sound that comes from her throat. A quick decision, taking a different route to predict her path--enough to get in front and take a more direct approach than his knives: the baseball bat to the skull.      “I’m gonna make you scream!!~♫”
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