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I'm depressed.

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Neuron activation ☝️☝️

(doddle of doktor because he's nice)

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Send 💋 to abruptly kiss my muse

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞ #Smorches

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Send ✘ for a ‘the morning after’ starter with our muses!

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞ #aye lmao

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hes a little insane

#¡ the patients condition is critical and fading ! red medic ❞

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Im alive, just not feeling great, so I've been ghosting pretty much everything. Sorry about that.... i dont see it getting better soon. Idk. After school ended, my brain just took a dive. I think im going to continue this little time off for a bit and get myself together, thanks everybody for sticking with me, and I hope to be better in a little bit.

#¡ fresh squeezed organic himbo juice ! ooc ❞ #im just really tired #idk whats up i think im super burnt out #six years finally caught up to me haha #mental health #fuck physical health too #my body has been hurting me ao bad lol #not rlly all that cool tbh

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❤️❔— [ Always!! No clue who but alwaysss B))) ]

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!

↳ ❝ [ @duelplix] ¡ sent a ✉️ ! ❞

*GRABS U LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY* ABSOLUTELY

ngl dude, you know how I feel abt spoovy, also Dell and Pauling best buddies ship excellent, Spy Sniper both red n blu, the possibilities are wild and endless

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #duelplix

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Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!

-send '<3?' if the emojis don't show!

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞ #*bangs dinner bell* #come get y'alls juice

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ALAN RITCHSON as JACK REACHER REACHER 2.08

#¡ cracking smiles and twisting knives ! blu soldier ❞

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Clouds threatening rain sluggishly crawled across a cobalt-coloured sky. Rows of brick-faced buildings seem to huddle hunched together against the impending storm which hangs overhead. Gabled shoulders mesh together in rows of townhouses and small businesses that have the privilege of standing on the main thoroughfare. If one were to glance down any of the side streets, it would become immediately evident that order only exists on this road, and it immediately dissolves into aged and slanted and winding roads that twist back into the bowels of this town. It held all the charms and architectural brands of an old European village even though it was dropped into some far-flung country with all the ingredients for corporate warfare and espionage.

Hands shoved deep into the pockets of a navy blue wool coat, Detrick pulled the stiff collar up against a sudden blustery wind that blew through the long streets of the small town adjacent to their killing fields. Looking around through the round lenses of his glasses, the doctor felt an unwelcomely familiar sensation of those towns that had no idea of the bloodshed happening just a few kilometres away. Have your tea to the sound of artillery, the sight of burning cities, to the smell of spilt oil and gasoline.

Detrick's hands go numb in his pockets as his heart lurches through several heartbeats. Forcing each step forward, the doctor thinks about each breath in and out. Shined boots click against the brick sidewalk that runs down one of the alleyways to a hidden warren of an art district. It's an amusing irony that the red doctor chose a cafe tucked away in such a place. After all, art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

Knowing this is an exceptionally bad idea, Detrick can at least acknowledge that this meeting will end in bloodshed. Probably not in town. He doesn't expect Ludwig to be that messy with his murder, but there is always the chance. No, if the doctor teases around the edges of possibilities in his mind, two methods might be employed. Poisoning of some kind, a real coward's trick, or when they part ways, Ludwig shoots him. Detrick had already been shot twice before taking this job, and while that pain is always excruciatingly sharp, each time it happens, he can at least breathe through it. Or try, depends on where the bullet hits. The stomach would be least ideal, the chest is a whole mess of problems, and the legs would keep Detrick from running too far so Ludwig could play with his food before killing him.

Mind churning over the clinical aspects of his impending death, Detrick begins to work over all the nasty little things he would do in return to hopefully circumvent what might seem like a set-in-stone fate for himself. Surfacing from the mire of his thoughts just in time to arrive at the rosy-cheeked and welcoming facade of the cafe which had been indicated to him by address, Detrick blinks at it. Fishing the slip of paper out of his pocket and looking at the thin script, he double-checks it and then huffs a mirthless laugh. This place was rather cute. Windows fogged over makes it difficult from the outside looking in to discern any patrons sitting within. Still, several shadows occupied various vaguely shaped objects, which must be tabled.

Combing a hand through his wind-ruffled hair, Detrick pushes open the glass and wood front door and into the warm, humid embrace of the cafe. Now that the doctor can adequately see the finer details of the interior, it's more of a teashop. Easing up a sleeve to check his watch, he's surprised at the amount of people lingering, given that it's nearly eight in the evening. Turning attention back to the shop, which is much deeper than it is wide, the doctor makes a note of the singular tired-looking waitress who lingers behind a long glass display case filled with various pastries that all look almost fake in their perfection. Behind her, a floor-to-ceiling stretch of teas, pots, and cups is arranged by colour, creating a rather aesthetically pleasing riot of colour on the far end of the cafe. He hoped to hell they had coffee back there, too; he wasn't exactly a tea man.

Gaze locks with Ludwig from where Detrick still lingers by the front door, now catching looks from other patrons as they note the newcomer isn't moving to order or join another table. He frowns slightly before advancing to the table.

"This is not a place I would think you enjoy." Detrick comments evenly as he takes a seat across from the other doctor. Warm golden light spilling from shaded lamps overhead livens up the grey in Detrick's hair and smooths the shadows lingering in the long chasm of his scar, which cuts from hairline to jaw through his left eye, blinding him on that side. Yet, this softness is nothing more than a trick of the light, an illusion just like the blunted edges of the other man sitting across from him doesn't fool Detrick into thinking this is anything other than a standoff minus the openly aimed weapons.

"So, tell me, how many different ways have you already considered to bring me back to your dissection table? What instruments are already set out and waiting?" A thin smile crawls across the blue doctor's thin lips. "I've thought of four for you." Perhaps if they got the talks of dismemberment out early enough, they'd be able to talk as two strangers would. That thin gossamer anonymity that was speaking to someone you know who you'll never talk to again after this moment, the kind taxi drivers, park bench companions, and strangers in line at the supermarket afford.

╰┈➤ ❝ @notmedizin [ gets a preplotted starter ]

#¡ let the games begin ! thread ❞ #¡ hoping to hit you somewhere vital ! blu medic ❞ #notmedizin #let the fuckery begin #jesus this got really outta hand lmao

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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

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞

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Give the muse an object and see how they react.

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞

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𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥.

ALIAS / NAME: Olivia or Moth is fine. IRL name is Olivia or Liv, but I am a big mothman gal so yknow Moth

BIRTHDAY: 14 August

ZODIAC  SIGN:  Leo

HEIGHT: 5'9

HOBBIES:  Writing, drawing, powerlifting, painting Warhammer minis, reading

FAVORITE  COLOR: red or lavender

CURRENT  BOOK: Dead eye by Mark Graney

LAST  SONG: Leperchaun - LilDeuceDeuce

LAST  FILM / SHOW:  uhhhh Physical 100 Season 2

INSPIRATION:  I read a lot of warhammer and the prose just makes my brain go brrrr, but if I don't do that I have like 30 different playlists for different vibes to try and summon muse if it's being difficult.

BEHIND  URL: I'm a big fan of Dante's Inferno, Asmodeus is one of the seven princes of hell

FUN  FACT  ABOUT  ME: Oh boy uh, I have a degree in Astrophysics and have a published paper about Traversable Wormholes and Non-Euclidian spacetime geometry

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬: stole it from @nezemny

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚:all y'all

#¡ fresh squeezed organic himbo juice ! ooc ❞ #throw this on here too lmao #mercmeagerie was inspired by there's a menagerie of mercenaries #haw haw haw

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Sigourney Weaver as Alexandra Reid THE DEFENDERS (2017), created by Douglas Petrie and Marco Ramirez

#¡ it's not a face stab it's a matador ! aesthetic ❞ #quietly side eyes administrator #hmm... #mhmm...

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Send ’Fearmonger’ for a drabble about one of my muse’s worst fears.

For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)

#¡alert the enemy is capturing our intelligence ! memes ❞ #OH YEAH?

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014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

↳ ❝ [ @duelplix ] ¡ sent a ✉️ ! ❞

At that moment, Ivan decided he was going to kill Scout if he wasn't already dead. That low, rumbling sigh of a base-wide power failure settled down into the thick darkness that enveloped the three men who had been sitting at the communal kitchen table. Knowing full well that it was possibly the worst idea the Scout had come up with, Ivan did his best to ignore the man's excited shouts when he'd begun playing the Ouija board. Spelling out a handful of nonsense words, it's only when the board pieces out Jeremy's name that the temperature in the room plummeted, skin across Ivan's arms breaking out in gooseflesh.

"H-Hey, that's not--" Standing up and taking his hands from the planchette, which continued to meander around the board, spelling out more words that Heavy hadn't kept track of. Failing to finish his sentence before the power died, there had been a quick choked sound as candles guttered and snuffed out. Ivan's entire body was taught as a bowstring, that ingrained killing instinct shouldering to the forefront of his mind. Standing there with fists clenched and ready for whatever would come from the darkness, he strained his eyes to see anything in the perpetual gloom. Emergency lights hadn't come on, and there were few windows in the main base, ensuring that no cheeky snipers could take cheap shots. They were enclosed like a tomb. A soft pop of a match catching causes his head to snap toward where Spy had begun to relight candles slowly.

Scout was gone, Spy's features were cast in flickering shadows as individual candles were restored, that thick acrid stench of burnt wicks still lingering around them with the haze of smoke.

"We should," Ivan's words dissolved on his tongue as he saw the Ouija board begin to smoke as if it had started to char from the candles around it. Only when it fully burst into flame did Ivan let out a short shout of surprise as he stepped back.

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #¡ let the games begin ! thread ❞ #¡ as the war machine keeps turning ! blu heavy ❞ #duelplix

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001, a convenience store past midnight. (Miss Pauling & Dell )

↳ ❝ [ @duelplix ] ¡ sent a ✉️ ! ❞

Tyres hissed on wet pavement as the company-issued work truck pulled into a cramped but completely empty grocery store parking lot. It wasn't a chain brand, but it would have more than enough to satisfy Dell's cravings. After working nearly a full twenty-four hours non-stop on the new generation of sentry, he'd emerged from his workshop stiff and starving. Pauling usually wandered the base when the rest of the mercenaries were put away to their own rooms, but he'd unexpectedly run into the woman while sneaking out to the truck. Offering a ride for her silence, they both ventured out to this neon bastion in the middle of damn near nowhere.

Automatic double doors rattled open with a tired metallic groan followed by a cheerful chime. The two had stepped into the sterile, too-bright fluorescents from which all grocery stores suffered. They gave a precursory look around, noting that there didn't seem even to be a dreary cashier haunting any of the checkout lines.

"We might have more luck at a gas station." Dell ventures, voice kept low for some reason, as if something was listening to them. Yet, now that that thought had wandered through his head, the engineer began to notice the lingering unease he usually acquired on the battlefield when a spy was nearby. An unseen enemy lurking close enough to sense. He didn't enjoy that and unconsciously took a fraction of a step closer to Pauling to at least make sure she'd have the chance to run.

"Aisle three is snacks and soda," He murmurs again, wet boots squeaking as he takes a step forward, the sound making the engineer internally flinch at the volume. It felt too much like a grenade going off in the near silence. Save only for some nondescript tinny boss nova playing over the intercom speakers; it was as quiet as a morgue.

#¡ we have captured the enemy intelligence ! answered ❞ #¡ let the games begin ! thread ❞ #¡ keep pretending it’s trust ! red engie ❞ #duelplix