(( was playing around on chibimaker.org and made Sergei and Rafael. ALSO Lynhurst is super dead so if anyone wants to roleplay with my poor lonely edgelord, I’m super open! ))

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(( was playing around on chibimaker.org and made Sergei and Rafael. ALSO Lynhurst is super dead so if anyone wants to roleplay with my poor lonely edgelord, I’m super open! ))

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“I promise you’ll be safe with me.”
Sergei lifted his head, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his fist. He kept his face turned away from Elith’s line of sight. Well. This was embarrassing. And certainly not good for his tough guy image. Here he was, caught off guard and knocked flat on his ass by a rival he didn’t see coming. Before he could muster up a reaction, his centaur acquaintance had come racing up to chase the offender away.
He knew centaurs were the proud type, and he would have to handle this situation delicately. A simple “I didn’t need your help,” would not suffice. He pushed himself up to his feet.
“Thanks, Elith.”
Any more than that would have been too much of a risk. She was nice enough, and it was worth it to stay in her good graces. Afterall, he did truly believe her. Her strength had a softness to it that even Sergei could not deny made her inviting to befriend.

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Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.
Or send “Bad Touch reverse” for our muses to switch roles.
1) Slapping your muse across the face 2) Punching your muse in the face 3) Punching your muse in the shoulder/arm 4) Kicking your muse off of their feet 5) Stepping on your muse’s foot 6) Biting your muse 7) Grabbing your muse’s face 8) Wrapping hands around your muse’s neck 9) Pushing your muse into a wall 10) Pushing your muse to the ground 11) Holding a gun to your muse’s head 12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg 13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat 14) Using a knife to slash your muse across the arm 15) Hitting your muse in the head with a blunt object 16) Scratching your muse with their nails 17) Throwing something at your muse 18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon 19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones 20) Twisting your muse’s arm
Send “I promise you’ll be safe with me.” for my muse’s reaction
My Chemical Romance {Sentence Starters}
“We’ll carry on.”
“I’m who I’ve got to be.”
“Tell me I’m a bad man.”
“Can I meet you, alone?”
“Try. You’ll never break me.”
“I am not afraid to keep on living.”
“Did you get what you deserve?”
“I won’t explain or say I’m sorry.”
“Well, I think I’m gonna burn in hell.”
“Your misery and hate will kill us all.”
“Ain’t a preacher gonna save me now.”
“I am not afraid to walk this world alone.”
“Ain’t nobody gonna get the best of me.”
“And wouldn’t it be great if we were dead?”
“We can leave this world, leave it all behind.”
“You can run away with me anytime you want.”
“Because the only hope for me is you, alone.”
“Stop asking me questions. I’d hate to see you cry.”
“Well, if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say.”
“Well I felt I couldn’t take another day inside this place.”
“You might wake up and notice you’re someone you’re not.”
“Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me.”
“But you really need to listen to me, because I’m telling you the truth.”
“No one ever had much nice to say. I think they never liked you, anyway.”
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send me a symbol and i’ll tell you:
☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said
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Sergei could admit he wasn’t entirely sure what kind of danger ghosts faced; but he was sure that there had to be something they were probably vulnerable. As a result, he decided it would be a friendly gesture to gift his transparent neighbor something that he could use even with his usually intangible hands.
Leaning against Anto’s doorway, he held out a simple ring. It had the rough edges of something that had been melted from scraps and forged in someone’s backyard. Where some kind of gemstone should have been set, the metal was instead built into a sharp point. Sergei also offered a tiny vial with clear contents to his friend. He explained that this was not something anyone tangible would want on or under their skin.
“I know it’s hard for you to be all there. You only need to concentrate long enough on one little finger to scratch them with this. Then real quick they’ll be regretting fucking with you.” His smirk matched the unassuming, but sinister nature of the little ring.

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telepathic falling
cloudspacer:
Rei couldn’t quite figure this guy out. But he seemed like an interesting sort. Rei could tell as soon as he’d fallen through him that he wasn’t quite…how was the polite way to note it? Alive? Yeah. Of all the accidental falling-through-people he’d done in his life, he could now pretty much tell the difference from the feeling whether the victim of his falls was alive or…undead? Not having much ‘life’ in himself, being a spirit and all, Rei decided that maybe that was something these two would bond over, if nothing else.
“Despite us all being supernatural here on campus…there are things that never seem to fail to weird people out. And I happen to accidentally do it…a lot. I’m pretty good with electrics, so maybe…maybe we can go mess with some people before the night is over…”
Sergei waggled his eyebrows. Now this could be fun after all.
“Sounds funny. Yeah, why don’t we do that?” He’d heard of ghosts and spirits being able to do all kinds of interesting things. Ringing the dean’s phone off the hook or blasting porn in the student theater sounded like just the kind of mischief Sergei wanted to get up to tonight.
“Where you wanna go first? Don’t think I can’t follow you places. Sky is limit. I got few tricks up my sleeve.”
Buried Deep
zalerialuna:
“Remembering an old companion?”
The voice struck Sergei out of the blue. A tiny little elven girl, kinda green in the face, sat next to him, sucking an olive out of a martini.
“The ones with myself in are always the ones that look the worst too, to be honest. Always the ones that hold more memories than those that don’t involve me, y’know? You end up pawing them a li’l too much, and before you know it - ruined.”
Luna chattered away, oblivious to the fact she’d probably interrupted this guy from some emotions that hadn’t made it to the surface in a while.
“An old friend? A brother? It looks like from that one you’ got there that he had fun no matter if he was bleeding from every oriface. Must’a been special, huh?”
She leant over to the guy sat next to her. He looked troubled. Maybe now was not the best time to intrude.
“Ah…excuse me. I’ll be on my way…” she scooted off the stool, and hesitated for a moment. Did he need company or not?
At the sudden sound of her voice, he’d instinctively closed his hand around the picture. It was embarrassing to be caught acting so sentimental. He had a tough reputation to uphold, after all. The girl chattered away at him and before he even got the chance to say anything, she seemed to have her feelings hurt. She was already starting to leave when Sergei finally got a grip on himself.
“Uh, no. It’s okay.” He was unsure of himself. It felt strange to be throwing a pity party one second and then comforting someone else the next. He patted the stool next to him.
“You can sit here. I would not mind company tonight.” He quietly slipped the photography into his jacket pocket and took a drink from his glass.
Buried Deep
malchikgrey:
You’re not supposed to put your fingers on the image. You’re only supposed to hold a photo by the edges. If it’s an older one, like this one, you can hold the white frame where nothing is printed. Out of all the prints Sergei kept in the shoe box under his bed, the ones with him in them were in the worst shape. He just couldn’t keep his hands off of them.
It was one of those days. Where he couldn’t get the mental pictures out of his head. Rafael laughing. Rafael with a bloodied nose. Rafael winking at him. Rafael with fangs bared. Rafael’s hand on his. Rafael’s fist in someone’s face. To say he missed him was an understatement.
Sergei sat alone at the bar at Geoff’s, an old photo under his thumbs and his third bloody mary sitting half-finished in front of him. He was so sucked into the past, he was completely oblivious to the person who slid onto the stool next to him.
Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...
❣ - hands
❤ - voice
۵ - feet
❦ - lips
ø - eyes
ღ - nose
♮ - body type
♫ - singing voice
✮ - sleeping habits
✉ - texting habits
✿ - laugh
✍ - writing style
⌨ - time-wasting habits
❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques
✎ - taste in music/literature
☤ - self care/first aid habits
✪ - favourite food/eating habits
☁ - ideal holiday
✄ - nervous habits
☂ - sadness
❈ - ideal birthday

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🔪 - razormouthed !
“Here.”
It clattered slightly against the little card table as Sergei set it down gently. He slid it towards her before crossing his arms and leaning back comfortable in his cheap little folding chair. The tiny, single-shot derringer sat there unassumingly. Cold, hard, and small, it betrayed its own nature. A gun like this was loud. Small, but flashy. It was good for making a getaway. Up close it could kill, but from a distance it would only give you a chance to scare away whoever was on your tail.
“Not my style, but... I thought you might like. To strap to your leg. Or something.” He shrugged noncommittally and glanced at the wall. He wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart. Just getting rid of a gun he didn’t need. And maybe easing his way into the good graces of an influential student. You never know when you might need to cash in on a favor.
“Take it.”
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