#🔪 musings.

[knifetwunk]

tag drop, both ic and ooc.

🔪 in. 🔪 asks. 🔪 musings. 🔪 headcanons. 🔪 visage.

☄ out. ☄ queue. ☄ sp. ☄ pr. ☄ memes.

#🔪 in. #🔪 asks. #🔪 musings. #🔪 headcanons. #🔪 visage. #☄ out. #☄ queue. #☄ sp. #☄ pr. #☄ memes.

[coolrpblog]

@designedparadigm

"Okay so aside from the red devil mask and the usual one you have; this one is my new favorite man." Is his cat lover side showing? Yes.

#🔪 • muse frank #designedparadigm #// throws frank to your danny njhfnscd

[survivall]

recommend your favorite horror movies please <3

#` * 🔪. out of character — mun post. #I'm going through my streaming services and adding stuff to watch #I feel like watching some movies is gonna help kickstart muse here/get me in that right mindset #and I always love finding new stuff through friends so!

[razorfst]

andrei is so bad with angst, but now so is leon at @wolfskrieger now that i dropped even more detail in that headcanon lol

#( my muses can't know happiness ) #🔪 — ғlorιan ѕтan вlog ғιrѕт and rp ѕecond ╲ ( ooc )

[spiderwarden]

The fun thing about Minthara in her Selǔnite verse is the fact she has to behave.

#[ 🕷️ ] —— musings #[ Selunite brother or sister prolly: minthy no- ] #[ Minthy: 😠 ] #[ Selunite: mINTHA.RA- ] #[ minthy: 😠 🔪 ] #[ Selunite: MINTH.ARA NO- ] #[ until that Line is crossed and they go ‘you know what-‘ drops her ]

[kuraikyu]

Muse as a murderous little creature.

Stolen from @vonerde. Tagging @ you!

#dash games ; #muse ; geto #muse ; kenjaku #{ These turned out so cute?? Geto image is based around time he took Mimiko & Nanako with him; tiny creatures in his hands be curses. } #{ I was intrigued by the fact this picrew contained good forehead scar. owo There's never enough of chibi-version with knaifus. 🔪🔪🔪 uwu }

[thewildones]

I think I have a starter call somewhere in this blog but I can't find it (im on mobile ofc) so maybe like this for a one-liner starter!

#* out of chara . #mobile // #SPECIFY MUSE OR ELSE 🔪

[musings-from-the-deep]

I stole the chariot of Ares and rode it into battle. I did not stay behind to bandage wounds. I raised armies. I hefted spears. They sang of me in Sparta and in Troy. To love something deeply is to know that you will go to great lengths to protect it. To sing of love is almost always to sing of war.

In Troy they fought over Helen like children but Achilles mourned Patroclus the way a soul mourns a body.

#a literary musing #aphrodite made me do it #trista mateer #🕯️🩷🔪

[trondopeacekeeper]

//SOOO lurking around with the Trondo 3D model I've noticed ALL the scars he has over his damn sexy body. So my headcanons were not so divergent after all. I've counted 25 plus the ones are invisible...

Here the pics (sorry these are mega massive but I can't control any shit with the phone T-T)

PLUUS!!!

When he doesn't know how to use a phone and takes a total boomer selfie...

#[out of knives🔪] #[musings] #[WTF I don't know is the light but his eyes are somewhat blue???]

[lunaoritur]

just a lil friendly psa but

for my multimuse mutuals: when i follow yall, im always open to interacting with literally any and every of your muses -- same goes for ppl w several blogs, if we're mutuals on one blog, i'm open to interacting w any of your other blogs from any of my other blogs !

#🔪🌙 // ooc #🔪🌙 // psa #jus feel like i should put this out there #im always down to interact anytime w any muse as long as we're mutuals #if u follow me from another blog if i recognize its you ill follow back

[coolrpblog]

@leadxxr

Phthalo green eyes remained focused on the survivor's back as he chased them down. He was so close now to striking them down. Because of that, his mistake was not watching where they ran. A yelp now leaving him as he drops the knife the moment the pallet made contact with his head. Staggering backwards, he brought his hands to his head. Not good, not good. His eyes tried to focus to where his knife fell, kneeling to try and grab the handle before stumbling over before stopping himself from hitting the ground by planting his hands onto the ground.

"Get up... please work for me..." Klein whimpers as he tried to get his body to listen to him.

#leadxxr #🔪 • muse klein #🔪 • klein au dbd v2 #// when the killer is unable to do any killing hjbvhfjdbvf #tw head trauma

[damagedrot]

" like - THANKS. " she said easily enough crossing through the path he opened for her. ducking under his arm to make her way into the house. HER EYES PASSING BY HIS INFANT'S, " hey little dude. " she offered to the kiddo. not quite sure if she'd get a response, her mind more focused elsewhere anyways.

@jokethur . /. continued.

" your house is . . . wowzers. " it was half hearted, but she wasn't the best at complimenting someone else's home. her aunt's was a upscale Gotham abode. made for two. kept together by hired maids, && unfamiliar faces. coming through the home as frequently to conduct business with her uncle. her aunt was scarcely made to be there. but Lucy never really needed adult supervision. especially tonight.

hair, still bubblegum pink, with jaded pieces poking out here and there. she was good at adjusting, and easily found the kitchen after wrestling past their pets, " pizza - totally needed it. " she grabbed herself a slice. preferring the cold cheesy bread with pepperoni to microwaving it.

her eyes ducked down as her imaginary boyfriend entered the room. his glasses left on his nose even as he pushed them back over his eyes. Freddy had always been pretty introverted, but he was oogling her quietly the moment she first cut her hair, && applied that hair dye. saying that she looked like a celebrity, or an anime girl. she never understood his references, but he had trailed with her the whole way to Arthur's , " you think he has netflix? " Freddy asked.

" you think my aunt's --- gonna be pissed? " Lucy said instead. eyes looking around the room. Mapping out all the crooks and crannies, " she didn't see me leave. " she said that out louder for Arthur to hear.

" and . . . it's a look? " mentioning her hair. hands coming up to touch the strands. wrapping a small portion around her finger.

". yeah - you need to fix it. " freddy playfully jabbed at her. chuckling into his ninetendo switch.

#🔪//: muse: lucy quinnzel: ( daughter of clowns. ) #( jokethur ) #🔪//: ooc. | lady bug speaks. #so hey hi i MISSED YOU. :DD #so #freddy is pretty much - like all her other bfs - her age #but hes very introverted and the geeky type #loves video games & comics #while Lucy is still the party girl #its a wonder they are together but lucy can act rather soft when shes with him #she also REALLY needs her hair fixed so yes pls fix it for her ( haha! ) #she's never dyed her hair before so who knows how her aunt will think #they are very “ no nonesense upscale rich types ” #so her aunt MIGHT have a problem with it #her aunt also doesnt want her to become like ger mother harley since her mother lives a danferous life #:( #also i have zero photo edits saved for Lucy so iconless for awhile my bad! feel free to keep using yours if you want - or #- match me if you prefer

[ufopartyyyy]

¿porqué me odian y no me dicen con que muse quieren los memes?? u_u

#a hate crimeeee #ooc.txt #😭😭😭 #el proximo sin muse no lo abro ; chisyositas 🔪

[applesontheground]

🩸 (belated) bloodfest || week five 🔪

SFW | Word Count: 806 | Norman Bates x GN Reader

contains canon typical/implied murder, hurt/comfort, fluff

Sitting back in the chair brought you no comfort, trying to find peace of mind after running so hot with emotions you could vomit. In the whirlwind you could find a myriad of things to be upset over, feeling the thoughts swell in your chest so tightly that you got the urge to cross your arms like it would keep it from crawling out.

There was no telling if it would come as tears or as yelling, but you had to keep it inside regardless. The clock over your shoulder, wedged by some well done taxidermy, chimed its eleventh toll. It made the bags under your eyes feel heavy, realizing you were well into forming them the later you stayed up. Usually, you would turn in at around nine and Norman would find you in bed sometime close to now. The routine being disrupted only made you roll your neck uncomfortably, exhaustion stoking the wildfire that was your evening.

You dared catch the hill leading up to the house in your peripherals, pretending to notice something on the wall instead while realizing that the lights were still on. He wasn’t getting sleep either. That information was enough to send a feverish chill through your body, your hands sat folded in your lap. Without a second thought, trying not to twist the knife in your frayed nerves by remembering the argument that had chased you into the back room of the motel’s lobby, you took the book sitting on the arm of the sofa and started to sift through.

There was a loud slam, making your heart stop for a second as you came to fully. The book pressed against your mouth to keep a yelp in your throat, you stared at the door. No other noises followed, but you could anticipate what had just happened. Sleeping through it was rather inappropriate, but you figured it was better to be unavailable while Norman did what he did.

You weren’t referring to his doorman activities.

The door opened, and with a swift motion you slid the book over your face, a little too rigid to appear asleep but frozen all the same. You listened from behind the pages, any grogginess long gone as you traced someone entering the room. The dead quiet, no questioning on whether you were awake or not, only made the façade harder to retain. Your index finger twitched from an unbridled nerve, but that was all you allowed yourself. If he touched you, you knew he’d feel the strain and know not only that you were awake but petrified.

He had killed in your presence before, but neither of you cared to know it. He didn’t like the eyes of scrutiny that he felt from your expressions at the mere thought of it – or rather, his mother didn’t and that was well alive in him. Fawning from the reality of your situation was a bad spot, but it was far more safe for either of you than trying to handle it with a clear conscience.

I mean, you were reading A Good Man Is Hard To Find in your anthology, for Christ’s sake. You weren’t sure how the cognitive dissonance wasn’t managing to eat you alive as you lay motionless.

The footsteps came closer, and you could hear more of him as he got right to the side of the loveseat where you were splayed out. His breathing was uneven, unable to completely relax at the sight of you.

“You never came to bed.”

Hearing the tone, the mere realization of the fact in his statement, made your hand flinch again, trying to fight the pang that was left in your chest. He murmured something close to a gasp under his breath, and immediately began to inch his way onto the sofa with you. For once, he didn’t mind the fact his shoes were touching the cushions or that it was one of the most awkward positions either of you had been in. Most of all, his hand stayed clasped to yours as he adjusted himself, holding it in place against your chest.

“I’m sorry I upset you, [Y/N].” You finally opened your eyes, hearing him speak against the skin of your neck and letting yourself look at him. The book tumbled from your face, revealing the painful look on your face. He only pulled his arm closer around your torso, shoulders against his sweater, “You…y-you and I shouldn’t fight like that again. I can’t let you sleep…all lonesome and by yourself down here.”

You scoffed through the few tears starting to show, “Oh, you think I wanted to?” He didn’t catch the joke and fretted while pressing his chin against your shoulder blade, “I would hope not.” You sighed deeply, swallowing the lump in your throat as you assured him, “No, I don’t.”

#SFBF #norman bates x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #✏️ #🔪 #aaaand we are officially back to it ♡ #wouldn't be the start of winter without my winter muse of choice making an appearance #want to write norman during this time of year more so and idk why #he reminds me of those still nights where heavy snow is falling and all you can hear is the silence of a desolate winter #to be a sappy poetic person about him for a split second in these tags haha

[taitropa]

q: sleep meme / headcanons. a:

01. type of bed. On the Wraith, she sleeps in a hammock in the Captain's quarters. There was originally a bed, but Inej swapped it out to better acclimate to life at sea, to live as her crew does, and also because she has a hard time sleeping in normal beds. When she's in Ketterdam, she sleeps curled up on the sill in Kaz's window. Or if she’s mad at him, she’ll stay with Jesper and Wylan lol

02. number of blankets. Only one, but if it's cold enough in her quarters, she'll double up with her long coat too.

03. number of pillows. None.

04. type of clothing. She usually only takes her coat off and sleeps as is. Inej used to even sleep with all her knives still strapped to her body and didn't bother even taking her shoes off. Now she settles for one knife, no shoes, and if she's in Ketterdam, Kaz's wool coat is big and cozy so long as it's blood free.

05. does it matter where they sleep. Yes. She doesn't like sleeping in beds because of her trauma. When she was a girl traveling with the caravan in her family's wagon, they slept on bedrolls which she used to love. She does this when she visits these days, but she sleeps poorly on them now. Even when she lived in the Slat, she slept on the floor with her knives. She wants to be able to sleep in a bed one day, but for now it isn't happening.

06. what do they do if they cannot fall asleep? Work! She loves being at the wheel of her ship, especially at night.

07. frequent dreams, nightmares. She used to have nightmares about the Menagerie and Tante Heleen. Then she had nightmares about her parents turning her away and never accepting her again. Sometimes she still has these nightmares, but if she has a nightmare, it's usually about the people she can't save. Otherwise, she's lucky to dream very little. The rocking waves soothe her into oblivion.

08. when do they sleep. When she can.

09. what could wake them. Anything really. She's a light sleeper because she never knew when Heleen wanted her up and ready for a client. It's like her body's always ready for a fight.

tagged by. @thomasrainier tagging. @kraaiking. @jokethur. @debtbound. @crowshoots. @asteritm. @banschivs. @druskille. @vicioushope. @arcticrime. If you see this and haven't done it yet, then you.

#🔪「 MUSINGS. 」𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰. #( I love her. I really really do. ) #( If you already did this and I tagged you just ignore me lol )

[crossgartered]

haha the next time someone at work misgenders me I'm going to snap ^^

#guests will be given a pass bc they dont know any better #however! dear darling coworkers?? 🔪🔪🔪 haha #this message brought to you by: my boss and coworker misgendering me in a slack conversation! #which is quite amazing since said boss almost only interacts with me on slack and my pronouns!! are in!!! my name!!!! you have to look!!!! #and the coworker is queer himself and YET how many times do i have to tell him ... #...i really am never going to get listened to. am i #i get it. i really do. i just wish... haaaaaah I'm just tired #negativity #musings thrust upon them