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21 and under DNI. | Drama and call out/purity culture exit out the door Voiced By P/Buns/Bunny | She/Her | 30+ | EST | Carrd

Small Headcanons {Accepting}

8ball is more than a little clumsy. He's a walking red flag for accidents, including but not limited to; trips, slips, drops, stubs and "Eh. It's just a broken bone. I'll walk it off." Villains aren't often considered to be the person stumbling around, hissing "fuck" under their breath. And since he's been shaken and stirred [Get it? Magic 8ball joke? Right. Not funny if you have to explain it.] too many times to count by Moon Knight and the magic Midnight Mission, clearly it isn't his superpower or anything. So clumsy he might be.. It doesn't do him any favors. Even now he's a good girl guy, he's still not the most graceful of creatures. Just ask the lamps or Reese.

Johnny Cash is the true love of his life. Maybe tied, really, with pool but since he ruined his own life by gambling.. Maybe Johnny could claim the win. Don't get him wrong. He isn't in love with him like that. The man just understands, his lyrics are the ear worm that hypes him up or soothes him after a mission gone wrong. He feels there's a connection there. Even if completely one sided.

Now. Sure. He's clumsy. But he's also managed to trained himself around that little...problem. He focused himself on becoming a skilled gymnast as he was growing up. Long limbs that were cursed to get him into trouble helped him hone his skill and his abilities. Useful after he turned to a life of crime.

Blood - @yareachlibrary - Always Accepting

Busy moving to him, concern etched into her deep walnut feature as the distance between them is eaten with silent steps. She has seconds to discover the blood belonged to others before she's in his eyes and her gaze weights heavy on his face. Beautiful face. Beautiful man. The red glow of his eyes enchanting to the vampiress who had accidentally turned him. Midnight mission side quest got wrong and a false friend a traitor. Just another day in a life no longer ordinary.

Her protests to be put down drown out as that growl rolls down her spine, little sparks of her hunger flickering to life in the depths of a crimson gaze. She's familiar with that expression, the hidden secretive meaning behind the words and truth of what they were slipping out into their carefully crafted world. A fine line between reality and self soothing lies that kept them guarded from even themselves. Tonight would be .. Better left explained, better left explored in the safety of the haunted house they called home. Where no one would hear them scream, where no one would see the glint of fangs and flashing eyes. He gave into his hunger even less than she did and yet.. It's glorious when he lets that beast awaken. Devouring her, devouring them.. Painting white, holy walls red.