Hello
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I'm ready for the next cosmetics contest
Might or might not color or shade this another time
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Saw this meme and knew what I had to do
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i'm in fact THE problem but at least i'm sexy
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continues drawing ace visconti (aggressive)
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U not supposed to understand me just enjoy the experience baby
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This is how I win. *loses*
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POV you got killed by a disco-looking bastard while 80s music is blaring in a casino
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I can't tell you everything rn but I have.... plans.
Not too sure how I feel about the white/green combo but I can vibe with it, for now. The white is to really help show him how much blood is on his hands- literally and figuratively.
He's gonna have phantom hands. A lot of survivors debate if the hands are even real because they slip out of sight so quickly if spotted. Ace can summon as many as he likes and they all come from the inside of his jacket or shirt where he can extend them a certain number of feet. When hitting the maximum length, or if they are damaged, dissipate into smoke. If in highly lit areas, the ghostly digits will remain lingering in the protection of his person but are still visible. Ace's eyes, much like the phantom hands, are sensitive to heavily lit areas as well.
The black smoke is for fun/flavour rn. I'm wondering if I wanna move the smoke to only come out of his coat instead, or if the limbs can extend from his heels/shoulders as well. Also, maybe, depending on whether he's using longer phantoms arms or shorter ones will dictate how many he can summon (ex: two longer hands consume more energy than a good handful of smaller ones.)
I've thought about perks but it isn't too important for rp purposes.
I think I made a longer post about what Ace's realm looks like and I will be compiling all that info into a verse bio or a post that I will pin on my verses page (which is still a mess lol)
Anyway, I have other thoughts but I don't want to make this post too long so!
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Me going into a game with a good ol healing build, ready to help randos, only to suddenly have someone get tombstoned right before my very eyes:
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Welcome to killer!ace's list of who he would most likely try to hang out with. This is based on the killer's base info and personal thoughts (maybe some self-indulgence mixed in there too)
I have thoughts about each killer as well. I might try to put that together over time but it's gonna take a while. I personally apologize to all the monster killers- I love them all so much.
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Local Weenie Begs For Life
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and now to see your love set free
A. WAKE. artist. photographer. the woman un-fridged. your husband has been gone dead for two nine thirteen years. you have been a widow longer than you were a wife. you packed away his things, compartmentalized your memories. you've had more therapists than lovers. your heart stopped clenching when you enter a bookstore. your mind stopped shutting down when you're caught in the dark. they tell you this is normal, this is grief, this is progress. you don't tell them exactly what you remember about the lake, the cabin, the last night you saw him. it's been thirteen years. you stopped wondering if anyone would believe you.
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Every so often I remember this idea I have for a killer! ace fic. I've never tried to write something in such a large volume before, and I'm worried that I won't do my idea justice lol
So it shall continue to live in my brain and I will rp and draw killer ace until I get tired of it lol
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how do you need to be touched?
gently
you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.
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walriding:
The string of questions earns a scoff, accompanied by a smirk and a slightly furrowed brow – like the line of reasoning is worthy of indignation. “Do you wanna ask it to start doing party tricks?” A laugh, then, before he takes another long pull off the cigarette. He sets it down in the ashtray without stubbing out the smoldering end in case Ace is still inclined to share. “That’s your funeral, sweetheart.”
Miles is in no mood to rouse it enough to ask, himself. He leans back in his seat, attention sliding towards the window and the world beyond. It’s sticky and still out there, without so much as a moth fluttering under the solitary fluorescent streetlight illuminating the parking lot. The crappy air conditioner just manages to take the edge off the heat in the room. As though it might help stave off the oppressive warmth, one more button of Miles’ shirt is undone than usual – exposing just enough skin for the faint edge of a warped scar to peek from the fabric.
“I’d probably just make some poor gambler’s head explode if I started poking around looking at their cards, anyway.” He turns a sardonic look back on Ace like that’s supposed to be a teasing comment. “And we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?”
Finding himself too comfortable in his seat, the slight tickle of cool air hitting him just right, Ace only watches the cigarette find its home again in the tray. “You don’t need a supernatural bag of tricks to make that happen.” He’s unable to conceal the crooked grin that plasters onto his face. “Unless, you know, somehow a ghost gives better head.”
At the thought, he tilts his head curiously, studying Miles from across the table. Without the tinted shield of his sunglasses, his staring isn’t exactly subtle as he traces over the other man’s features like a familiar charted map. Ace’s expression turns impish. “Is it even possible for you two to get freaky? There have to be some perks to being possessed.”
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In mock defense, Ace raises his hands. “Suit yourself, tough guy. You’re missing out on getting to see these hands at work, though.” He’s sure to give his fingers a playful wiggle, plopping down to sit across from the goliath. Truthfully, Ace had only come to catch his breath and to find somewhere dry. The raging downpour from the red forest was seeping into his bones even despite how much of a marathon he ran to get away from The Huntress’s iron grasp. Unlike him, King didn’t seem to falter in the shitty weather making him an important asset to help get the team (or just Ace) out of the trial. Getting comfortable against the wooden wall, Ace gives David a once-over. Rich brown eyes pop out over the tops of his shades before falling under the veil, again.
“Did you manage to take yourself off of that thing this time or what?”
there is blood flowing freely from the wound in his chest where the hook had pierced through. breathing labored, he sits there & waves the other away. ❛ piss off, i'm busy dying 'ere. ❜
starter!
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