#painfulbass

[painfulbass]

  ☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛ I would be too tired to do this kind of stuff, but...                               I have to do what I'm meant to do.

                                       Ruvyzat the Runaway Criminal               from Friday Night Funkin Mod: Sarvente’s Mid Fight Masses                                                             Fought by Titan  ©

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕶. ⊹ — ❛❛ self promo. #fnf rp #fnf roleplay #mfm rp #animated rp #cartoon rp #horror rp #indie rp #video game rp #music rp #self promo #supernatural rp #crossover rp #comic rp #indie game rp #selective rp #immortal rp #demon rp #painfulbass #titan's obscure chara's rp #darker tones rp #friday night funkin rp #disney rp #fnaf rp #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕶. ⊹ — ❛❛ save.

[gldngrd]

@painfulbass​​   gets  a  starter  <3

          “    𝐌𝐘  was  that  you  making  all  that  noise  just  now    ?    ”

          the  guard  quips ,  sitting  relaxingly  on  the  body  of  staff ,  hovering  a  couple  yards  above  the  other.  he  WAS  on  his  way  back  to  report  to  the  emperor  about  the  whereabouts  of  the  slitherbeast ,  but  was  easily  drawn  in  to  the  erupting  voice.  zeno  claps  his  hands  together  in  an  effort  to  show  appreciation  for  the  other’s  ‘ PERFORMANCE ’.

          “    that’s  quite  a  powerful  voice  you  have  there.  ever  thought  about  joining  a  choir    ?    oh  i’m  sorry ,  COVEN.  i  meant  to  say  coven.    ”

#painfulbass

[a-handful-of-muses]

Hes going to find the furthest, highest place he can, and throw a pebble at Tricky just to see what happens.

   It explodes into thirty more pebbles on impact. Tricky immediately starts kicking at them as though every single pebble here had insulted him deeply. Hasn't even noticed Ruv.

The pebbles must pay, apparently.

#{ in character } #{ muse ; tricky } #painfulbass #{ answered } #hell on earth... #clown cw

[bxttenbound-archive]

@painfulbass​ found an unholy presence

It was the middle of the night and the vampire was out on the prowl looking for any poor souls that might be caught under the moon’s light. Her hunt had brought her to a church that for the most part looked abandoned by the masses and was sure to be holding an easy meal for her. Assuming that there was sure to be some kind of homeless or adventurous human taking refuge inside it’s walls she hesitantly stepped inside. Places like these were always dangerous for her kind after all but the curiosity pushed her forward along with the idea that there was a meal waiting for her inside.

#PainfulBass #Delicious Knowledge // IC #;; im so sorry this is so late

[livesforgttna]

               “You know, really hope you can make better second impression.” / @painfulbass​ | YOU DIDN’T SPECIFY A MUSE SO FUCK YOU YOU GET MARK BEAKS

                                  ❛  Whaddya mean, my guy? I make the best first impressions, how can I ever follow that up?  ❜

#painfulbass #⋘ MUSE. mark b. ⋙ #⋘ ANS INBOX. mark b. ⋙ #ok im gonna answer this forreal with who it belongs to bc i know this was for amity #bUT I HAD TO DO THE THING

[voidpill-a]

“ what’s it like being a responsible adult? oh wait — you’re not one. ”

@painfulbass        |        insult the boy

        there   was   a   pause   as   2D   formulated   a   response   to   that   one.   the   question   ,      while   most   likely   meant   light   heartedly   ,      actually   posed   quite   the   philosophical   battle   within   2D's   brain   ------   was   he   a   responsible   adult?   he   figured   the   answer   was   yes   ,      but   he   was   reminded   of   all   those   missed   appointments   ,      birthdays   ,      and   a   certain   five   children   with   blue   hair   that   he'd   never   even   met.

        ❝   'ey   ,      i'm   responsible   enough   !!   i   pay   my   bills   mostly   on   time   ,      taxes   ...   i   recycle   ...   ❞      you're   not   even   fooling   yourself   there   ,      2D.

#painfulbass #╰ ‘ 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺. ’ › in character. #ruv out here calling 2D out we love to see it

[anomalytm-archive]

@painfulbass​  sent:  “  this  is  a  fuckin’  nightmare.  ”  Emotionless bastard is staring at the TARDIS that is now in the church. Where was Sarv when you needed her. Probably helping some old hag, which meant he was dealing with this one alone.

          It  wasn’t  everyday  Jenny  left  her  TARDIS  only  to  find  someone  standing  right  in  front  of  it,  staring  at  the  blue  box.  In  fact,  this  was  the  first  time  that  had  ever  happened,  and  as  she  closed  the  door  behind  her  she  couldn’t  help  feeling  a  little  self  conscious.  “  Hello?  Is  there  something  I  can  help  you  with?  ”  

#me finally replying almost a month later #painfulbass #нere'ѕ тнe тrυтн: a gιrl. a gυn. and вeтween тнe тwo; waѕ тнere ever any dιғғerence? 〈 answered 〉 #all тιмe ever doeѕ ιѕ paѕѕ and all yoυ ever do ιѕ reмeмвer. 〈 interactions 〉 #do noт ѕтand aт мy grave and cry; ι aм noт тнere. ι dιd noт dιe. 〈 main verse 〉

[dollhousemuses-a]

@painfulbass​ said ;; “What is this demonic nonsense?”

answered ;; unprompted

          “ The ‘ demonic nonsense ’ would be Gravity Falls. ” Dipper replies in a monotonous voice, much too lax for the situation at hand. “ If you plan to stick around here for more than literally even an hour than just try to get used to it now. ” And then Dipper pulls out his journal and starts flipping through pages. After a moment he looks back at Ruv. 

                    “ Are you gonna help or run, my guy? Now’s the time to choose. ”

#dipper ;; ic #dipper ;; answered #paintfulbass #;; queue

[lenchi]

@painfulbass​

Being on the run from authorities used to be so much more fun .. but nowadays? It’s just a pain in the ASS. Especially here in London, where security was TEN times as heavy as it was in the US -- and here he thought America was bad. It still sucks there, but at least you have some semblance of freedom and privacy there. Can’t really have any of that with the way that London is right  now, though ... and not when so many people keep mistaking him for DEDSEC. He left DEDSEC many years ago -- and yet, people still accuse him of being part of it! It’s like ... Give him some fucking recognition -- he’s his OWN vigilante now!

Unfortunately, being mistaken for DEDSEC got his ass caught and experimented on.. and while we’ll spare the details for now, little good actually came out of it. Besides, of course, that new invisibility power -- being able to cloak himself in such a way is REALLY useful for escaping most police cover! And once he managed to escape his captors, he’s been on the run and strategically using this newfound power of his ... even though he can’t exactly control it very well yet. 

This particular chase has led him to barely rest -- he’s just been running and running, barely able to stop for a moment -- but those Albion bastards wouldn’t give up chase. They wanted their test subject, and they weren’t going to let up til they got hiim. He was running out of places to go, and fast ... so, desperate and unaware of where he’s landed himself now, he ducks into the closest building he can. Invisibility  activates, and he sits still as could be -- even as the Albion police force starts to swarm around building. He prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that they don’t find him -- he just wants to get back to his home, to Jes -- to his family. But ... to his surprise, all he can hear is ... screaming. Nobody’s entering the building, and its not long before everything around him is falling deathly silent. He holds his breath for as long as he can, daring not to make a single sound ... and it feels like he’s stuck that way for an eternity,  clutching onto the pew’s seat tighter than he’d realizied he was. His uncut nails scratch across the surface ever so slightly as he shifts, poking his head over the wooden bench’s side with much caution ... 

It’s ... safe. 

He isn’t even entirely sure how or why he KNOWS it is, but it is. So .. he sighs, tense body collapsing against the pew where he sat, and twisting back to face towards the podium in this empty building. His invisibility hadn’t wore off yet, too wired to let his guard down -- until something catches him so off guard, it wears off anyways! When he turns, he’s greeted by a gun to the face -- by someone who was tall as HELL. Wrench, startled, has his invisibility wore off  in an instant, leaving him totally exposed! And sure, this dude doesn’t look like anyone from Albion ... but, you could never be too sure. Hands come up in a sort of “woah, nelly” kind of fashion, and kind of .. stare at him, eyes wide and mask staying that alarming red. ( 0   0 ) 

“Woah there -- hheeeyyyy buddy,” He begins, eyeballing the gun and Ruv, blinking warily. There’s no words spoken between either of them, and the gun doesn’t move an inch. So ... after a long bit of awkward silence, Wrench just kinda. Shifts in his spot. “I’m just gonna ......” ( 9   9 ) One hand gently comes up and pushes the gun out of his face and to the side, deliberately slow. “Yyyeaaahh. There we go.”  ( ·   · ) He awkwardly pats the gun, then pulls his hand away. Nervous hands twiddle in his lap as he stares up at the stranger, leg bouncing ever so slightly... and then he clears his throat, shaking his head. A quick glance around the building has him realizing he’s in a Church -- and a very pretty one at that. He knows he has to try and stay off this dude’s shitlist -- he just gets the vibe he MUST. So, here he goes, doing what he does best -- trying and failing to make awkward small talk!

  “Uh ... so what dya think ‘bout robots? ( 6   6 ) They’re pretty awesome, wouldn’t you say? ...” ( ,   , ) 

#YEHHH 3 #SO FUCKING EXCITED FFOR THS

[gldngrd]

i feel like i need to share this

#he’s Rude to everyone in the coven #but he is especially rude to ruv u_u #save #painfulbass

[a-handful-of-muses]

@painfulbass​ liked for CLOWNBASS

   Given that his best pal was the self appointed Jesus Christ of Nevada, you’d think Tricky would remember what a church is, but... he’s looking up at this building like he’s waiting for something to burst out of it. Hell, he feels like he probably should have been burned to a crisp just approaching it. Weird vibes...

In his twitchy, glitchy delusions, he does eventually spot someone else nearby - some rando in a funky hat. They’ll either tell him where he is (probably not Nevada), or try to fight him, at which point he’ll slice them into a thousand individually sentient ribbons of flesh and bone, and torture each one individually for eternity for a few hours. Either way works.

“HAY!!!“ Comes his wretched voice, laced with the sort of reverb one would only be able to achieve inside the church. He bounces, landing right in front of Ruv, gripping his stopsign hard enough that had he had blood, his knuckles might have turned white. “WHO’S HOUSE IS THIS?? DOESN’T NEED TO BE THIS BIG, RIGHT????“

#{ In Character } #{ muse ; tricky } #{ closed starter } #painfulbass #a clown and a russian walk into a church #clown cw