youcantkillthedeadman
The Phenom
"I only have three words to say to you: Rest. In. Peace." [Independent The Undertaker from WWE roleplay blog. Mun and Muse 21+. Headcanon Inspired. Blog Creation July 2021]
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if you see me walking barefoot through the woods.. mind your business
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Although he was feeling a slight pinch of nervousness, Eddie would not express it. His face remained straight as he looked up at the taller man. “ Yes, ” he answered. “ My game involves outwitting Gotham City’s authority, & their lapdogs. ” He then waved his hand in a circle, “ you… probably know… rise against the corrupt, & all that. ” He blinked, with some interest.
“ & what’s in your bag of tricks ? ”
Easing off a bit, fingers fussed with the bottom half of his goatee. If he wasn’t moving, he felt stuck, stagnant. Nodding, “Ah,” while taking a step to the side, sizing up the other man. Always ready for a fight, it never hurt to have half of an idea as to what he was up against. “Mere mortal games.” What was the hurt in playing some mind games, getting into this other guy’s head? It’d at least show Taker what kind of man this was. “What’s your name?”
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Conversation
During a match against The Rock
Rock: *literally getting turned into rubble*
Some guy: What are you doing?!?!
Taker: I'm kicking his ass, what does it look like I'm doing?
#face#v; smells like limp bizkit and gravy#the undertaker#the rock#dwayne the rock johnson#attitude era#[literally this is the funniest thing I've seen in ages#also hello people#I'm slowly making my way back#I'm gonna try getting replies out soon]
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING / 1.01 + 1.02
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“Here’s a thing I don’t get.”
“I don’t get people who worry about living in a big city because of all the crime.”
“As any true crime aficionado will tell you, it’s the boondocks you need to worry about.”
“Nobody ever discovered 19 bodies buried in the backyard of a 14-story apartment building.”
“New Yorkers have a special way of communicating.”
“He can’t really talk, or feed himself anymore.”
“It’s a place that makes you binge Dateline to find out how not to end up on Dateline.”
“I kick him right in the nuts, I grab my knitting needle, and I take him down to the bone with that thing.”
“Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I imagine brutally murdering that dude.”
“It’s a lot. Don’t be here if you don’t like a lot.”
“Don’t we all feel like orphans here at times, struggling to find our place?”
“Just when it’s all starting to feel the same, that’s when you get hit by something you never saw coming.”
“Even the elevator wanted that story to end.”
“I was thinking more about their unorthodox clothing choice for farm living.”
“Listen, if I’ve ever offended you…”
“I almost forgot who went missing.”
“I am all for a good peeling of the onion, but let’s pace it up people.”
“Who are you, you fascinating creature?”
“You don’t have to answer that. Unless you want to, because I’m also curious.”
“Sounds like they offed themselves.”
“Did he seem like he was gonna go do something like that?”
“What fucking podcast are you all hooked on?”
“If I meet one more true crime nut..”
“Go on ahead and enjoy your cute little lives and be glad that you still have one.”
“I can’t stop thinking about this.”
“I really did not want this to become a regular thing, but I am strapped.”
“He seemed to get pleasure out of it, making her feel silly.”
“It’s mortifying coming to you like this.”
“I’m revolted at myself.”
“Obviously it makes me very sad to hear that.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been alone in, like, ever.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Hey, did you hear about the mysterious death in the park last night?”
“Sometimes it’s easier to figure out someone else’s secret than it is to deal with your own.”
“Your lies might fool some people, but not me.”
“You think you’re so special because you had a rough dad.”
“Every person is a mystery, but to care about a murder mystery, you need to care about the person who was murdered.”
“We know he got manicures, or perhaps he just had naturally pleasing nail beds.”
“I literally feel myself aging when I listen to you.”
“Do we have to do this in a closet?”
“A murderer probably lives in the building.”
“I guess old white guys are only afraid of colon cancer and societal change.”
“He seems to have had a really sad, quiet life.”
“I’ve fallen in love with so many dead people.”
“You can’t disappear then show up and start dragging up a bunch of shit from the past.”
“You can make things right.”
“I don’t need people like you in my life.”
“This won’t take long unless you make it long.”
“Nobody liked him, but can we all just be grateful he’s gone?”
“Say something nice and move on.”
“Wouldn’t be the first to kill for good real estate.”
“Our victim is less likeable than a dead cat.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“I can’t think of anything less pleasant.”
“I didn’t cry that much when my mother died.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now.”
“I live in a place where they give out loose cigarettes and lighters for Halloween.”
“He was direct, but never lied.”
“I’m too poor to read.”
“You smell like a field of lavender and french fries.”
“The reason I don’t tip is out of respect for you.”
“Don’t respect me so much, okay?”
“Do I wanna break into a dead guy’s apartment and go through all his shit?”
“Are my feet bleeding through my shoes?”
“Sex toys! We got sex toys, people!”
“Nothing shameful about deviant sexual pursuits.”
“A lot of people name their pets human names.”
“I don’t think unlikeable means he deserved to die.”
“You of all people should know how fucking sad that is.”
“We should promise not to lie and just trust each other.”
“I’m just trying to figure out who you are.”
“I always enjoyed watching you figure things out.”
“He was the kind of guy that always made the sensible choice.”
“He was observant and robotic, but also kind if you looked at him the right way.”
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“I just don’t know what happened!” She gestures around the lavish back garden of the family home, the one that is usually Eleanore’s domain. But her grandmother wasn’t there right now, she and Oliver had gone on vacation and left Eliza in charge of taking care of it. “I went to sleep and woke up with it like this!” The plants were all overgrown, the ivy, dahlias, and snapdragons were all grown out of control.
“She’s going to kill me.”
“No she won’t,” he muttered beat-for-beat. Hands to his hips, it pushed his trench coat back. The backyard had turned to a proper jungle. Look, there was even a little white butterfly hopping from flower to flower. “It’s just plants. We can trim ‘em down and take it all back and whatever. Nothing a little elbow grease can’t handle.”
Though, for them to overgrow so quickly had to have some magical reason. Wearily, he stood feeling the familiar ache in the upper muscles of his back. “Well,” he started, and immediately fell backwards into a nearby shadow, reappearing up and out of another one with a shovel, “might as well get started.”
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*coughs up blood but like in a sexy way* hey
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Preferred place for a man to cum? 😏😏
To his senses
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“Says the one who keeps flirting with a certain blonde but can’t decide whether or not to ask her out,” Kane shot back with his arms folded. “Can’t decide whether you wanna keep her or not, huh? Think I saw Test trying to talk her up a few minutes ago, why don’t you go handle that instead of bitching about my shortcomings?”
“Remember what I told you about stayin’ off my dick? I’m gonna need you to go ahead and reevaluate that conversation, and figure out what you actually meant to say.” Mirroring, his arms crossed as well. “She can do what she wants, I’m not her handler.”
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“We don’t want to kill them, but.” She replied her arms crossing over one another before a very visible cringe came from her much smaller form. A rough bump from one of the new recruits almost made her want to step in. “Although that might wish we had in the morning. I didn’t know someone’s head could bounce three times.”
“Maybe if we just take them out for the day. So just stun them?”
“Ya could,” he trailed, watching a recruit get suplexed. Ouch. And fuckin’ ouch. You do any of these moves wrong and you’re asking for a world of hurt. “Tell ‘em to hit the showers before they actually start hittin’ each other. Keep on fuckin’ a move up on purpose someone’s gonna catch on. Gotta try to keep everything as safe as possible.” Rolling his shoulders, the muscles in his back were tight.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve caught yer name.”
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@the-arkham-librarian
Brows furrowed, he scratched the underside of his chin. “Not gonna lie Kraven, I don’t know shit when it comes to magick like this. Bit beyond even my realm. But that doesn’t mean we can’t figure out where it came from if it’s bein’ a problem.”
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@old-sun-god
Walking out of the hall closet, a winter scarf draped over his shoulder. Shutting the door behind him, Taker wiped his hands clean on his trench coat. “You gotta fuckin’ clean that thing man.”
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[boop the heart for a schmol starter, trying to get back into stuff :3]
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Angaston Cemetery, Angaston, South Australia, January 2021.
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