#themiserablesmilingkiller

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

He didn’t expect the thing to be thrown at him, but he managed to catch it before it fell out of reach. Tilting his head Danny turned the wooden piece over in his hands, seeing that it was a rather good looking crow. Huh, who thought the Big Bad Trapper was good at carving....whittling....whatever.

Evan doesn't even know what that is, but if there's booze he's there. 

“Oh Evan, it’s great!”

He brought out a stick to draw out a diagram for Evan as Max explained, “A te’evision is basically a box tha holds these cathode ray tubes, they past through these ‘ings called anodes tha pass threw t’is conductive coating inside tha tube tha-”

Max continues in a animated manner to explain how televisions are made and how it uses radio signals to convert them into pictures and sound.

send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope. | 🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

The Entity controls everything so why would there be a storm of all things? Unless, of course, this was part of it's plan. Regardless, she stares at him, arms folded, as the sound of a torrential downpour rages outside.

So, of course, here Tomoko was again, ignoring the warnings of her fellow survivors, as well as her own self-preservation instincts telling her to get back to the safety of the campfire. Curiosity was a vice of hers, it seemed, and snooping around was already a past time of hers before she was taken into the Fog. Tomoko only brought a flashlight with her, a dinky little thing with barely any battery- just to click it on and off for her own entertainment. She didn't know who's realm this was, but it was plenty to explore- and as she strolled along, a pep in her step, she hummed a cheery little tune- a song she herself once song onstage- until skidding to a stop when she came across a set bear trap.

MacMillan stared at the Oni before him. Was it a person? Was it not a person? Evan was honestly not sure. He figured he'd find out soon enough; the blood of a demon had to taste different than a human. Probably. He had never had anything but human and the occasional animal when he was desperate.

The heir sank his fangs into the wrist of the other male, holding it in both of his hands.

Huh, he felt something...different about MacMillan; there was a sort of bloodlust that was altogether strange strain that prevailed in this Fog.

Kazan wasn’t scared, it watched with a piqued interest when Evan grabbed the Oni’s hand and brought his wrist to the Trapper’s mouth.

The bite however, was unexpected; though he did not pull away, that would exacerbate the wound even more.

Kazan also found it quite, arousing.

It didn’t take long for the owner of the realm he was in to find him and in all honesty he didn’t expect any less. From what little he had heard of the Trapper he was just as territorial over what he claimed as his as he was. It was something he could understand, more so with the sins that hung over Evan’s shoulders.

It was amusing to see the human try to glare him down, more so when it was broken by a sneeze.

“DID YOU KNOW THAT TED BUNDY'S FIRST DOG WAS A COLLIE NAMED LASSIE?”