#staardusts

🌻 art i associate with your name:

augustus john om, madame suggia c. 1920-1930 leonardo da vinci, la belle ferronnière c. 1490-1496

✨ a wish:

i wish you an ocean full of possibilties and new beginnings. i wish you steady hands. 

[[I hope you like metal. Here it is, my horrid singing of ‘Down With the Sickness’ by Disturbed (a short version) from yesterday’s SING prompt. Song suggestion by @sonabuttvelle​, and GOD I was laughing too hard making this, it’s really bad. Enjoy.]]

SPOOKY OR SWEET? | accepting.

SEND 🌼 IF I COME OFF AS FRIENDLY AND APPROACHABLE.SEND🍒 IF I COME OFF AS INTIMIDATING.

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

Claws, razor sharp, plunge into the back of the fleeing being, knocking her to the ground with him following quickly after. The only difference here is that he is in control, just as he has been the entirety of his chase. Kneeling over his catch, he snickers at the sight of the twitching and spasming body.

She has a horn. An interesting sight, for sure, but not of the utmost importance right now. The goal here is to eat, to be full, to be satisfied if for only a brief moment in Warwick’s miserable existence.

Bringing a paw down, he slides his claws almost delicately into Soraka’s back once more, digits closing around the spine. With an impressive show of brute strength, out comes the lengthy series of bones, the neck snapping along with it. Triumphantly he holds it over his head, blood dripping onto his snout before he tosses it to the side.

His maw opens wide, oh so terribly wide, as if there were a void of emptiness waiting at the back of his throat, able to swallow whatever its owner so desired. For a moment he considers just what he will eat first, for, even if he will eventually consume it all, he likes to have the choice.

“The legs…Yes, they look nice.” 

Stepping back, he brings his paw down to the Starchild’s thigh, digging into the purple skin with inhuman strength. Easily does he tear the connection between leg and body, his digits wrapped around the calf like a child holding a drumstick, or an ice cream cone. He eats it just like one eats a turkey leg, though much more messily. He even cleans it to the white bone beneath, before tossing it to the side where it joined the bloody spine, the dim white creating a stark contrast with the red of Soraka’s blood.

Next comes the other leg, which receives the same treatment. And so on, until the only thing left is the skull of the Starchild, nose broken as it lay in the mud. Picking it up by the horn, Warwick looks at it and its face, the features the perfect image of terror, frozen forever in time. Well, until now. Swinging quickly, he bashes the head against a nearby wall, the horn snapping off as the skull falls to the ground.

can raka be her bcrf

best cinammon roll friend

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: Yess

Why Did I Follow Them?: I think I’ve always been following them even before I took control of this account as the new admin. ._.

Do We Role Play?: No sadly.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: YES.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: I actually have no clue?

A Song For Our Muses: None. Yet.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Kind of? I’m not sure.

What I Think About The Mun: I don’t know much about themmm

Overall Opinion: From what I’ve seen so far, I like their portrayal! They are a very good writer! 

“..Pass Regular..