bomsplode:
Everything begins to spin. The world around them isn’t quite real anymore, a fragment in the madness spiraling within her mind. Jinx grabs her head with one hand, the other still stretched out to ward away the whispers, the shapes, the claws that long to grab her.
ALL YOUR FAULT ALL YOUR FAULT–
She turns to him when he says he sees everything. It must be real, then, and everyone around her must be playing a sick joke. Unless he’s the one playing? Unless… Unless it’s all actually fake? ❝ Shut up! I told you to shut up! ❞ Her words are practically drowned by his, though the shadows seem to listen.
They gather around Anti and she stares, watching them dance around him. Claws and teeth and blank white gazes. Claggor and Mylo, her brothers, the people she killed… They aren’t actually here. She knows that (does she?) yet runs back to Anti anyway.
Jinx reaches out, grabbing at his arms to keep herself steady. The glitching is messing with her, bringing out more shapes and colors she isn’t sure are real. ❝ You’re safe, you’re safe, ❞ she tells him, like she isn’t even sure it’s true. But they’re dancing around them both now, like there’s a barrier, like he’s protecting her. It makes her feel a little better, though the voices continue to course through her mind. Her head twitches, this way and that, looking at who’s talking.
❝ I know, ❞ she hisses to the image. ❝ I know that. You don’t have to tell me! ❞
Oh how the demon wished he could see the world through her eyes right now. Anti longs to see what t o r m e n t s the girl for himself, instead of letting his imagination (and oh what a wild imagination he has) come up with the visions and stories. At the very least, Anti can add on to whatever it is troubling Jinx. It wouldn’t be nearly as fun to watch her suffer if he had absolutely zero part in it.
Glitches blur his appearance, distorting him for Jinx’s view in seemingly impossible ways. Bright colors flash around him. ❝ Sh̢̦u̧͙̮̙t̶ ͕̞̙͉͎͉͡u̷͕̯̝̮p̟̝̭ ̱̠̞͙s͓̥h̗͚̥u̞̭̯̭̺̟t̷͇̥ ̰̮͉u͍̠͎̭͇̖̝p͇̰̥̞̬̦͔!̲,❞ he cackles, tone mocking even in his cheery laughter.
His form shakes and shudders at her touch, Anti glitching backwards just a step and flinging his thin arms out wide. ❝ Safe? Do you even know what safe means? What safe is? ❞ the demon laughed, looking around them as if he too was seeing the figments of Jinx’s fractured mind stood near them. ❝ Don’t have to tell ya what? What do they tell you? Good things? Bad things? Oh I hope its bad h́͢͡ee͠҉h̶̀ah͢͢e̸҉͢ḩe̸͢e̸͜! Do they describe the pain of death? I imagine it was a bombastic way to go! ❞
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nosac-glave:
Despite the droplets he flung at her, she made no move to dodge them, allowing for them to splatter across her corpse like features. Clouded eyes, once a vibrant, brilliant blue, remained steadfast in their empty gaze. He reminded her faintly of something, of what or whom, she did not know; the energetic bursts of movement were all too familiar. Perhaps he reminded her of someone else she know, long past? Whatever the reason, it was with that deep seated patience, no matter how deep one had to dig to find it, that she did not attempt to take his head off then and there for encroaching on her space.
A token of our first meeting?
She bit back a laugh at that; perish the thought. Demon blood was something she needed for a barrier construct. Tokens? Trophies? Ah, it was supposedly an accepted fact that murderers would often keep mementos of their victims. She never got into that sort of thing; why bother keeping a physical memento, when you could keep their soul instead? That seemed far more a precious treasure than say, a measly clothing item, or a physical body part of a victim. Then again, souls were only valuable to her kind and others of the like; humans and other supernatural beings couldn’t have been bothered.
“You sound childish,” she mused aloud, unbothered by his words. It was amusing in a way, and in a sense she could detect a certain likeness; both of them seemed to be detached from something. Her with empathy, and to her, he appeared to be out of touch with….probably a lot of things if she cared to dig deeper.
“So I suppose you enjoyed your consequence?” Notice that she did not ask him if he’d like another puncture; she doubted he wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer. Despite having obtained what she came for, she wanted to observe this one a bit more.
@glitchedknives
His eyes go black, for only a moment, watching the blood hit it’s target. She didn’t duck and dive, she didn’t try to avoid the splatter at all. Curiouser and curiouser! The longer this interaction kept going, the more interested he was in the other. Anti’s form glitched, static crackling in the air around the two. A part of him wishes to get inside her head, poke around and dig his claws in, but he senses that would end with him enduring more than just a slit throat.
The demon kept close, not afraid of another attack while still being wary of the possibility. He wasn’t sure if she’d try and take more of his blood, even more unsure if he wanted her to. Anti, despite being a demon and having various knowledge of things, doesn’t know the uses of demonic blood and has zero clue as to what the other could possibly want with it. Or what plans she may have to do with it.
Childish? That deterred the demon’s train of thought, his focus back to himself. He grinned wide, neck rolling and head jerking. ❝Got a problem with children?❞ Anti laughed. ❝ Or just a problem with childish acts? Or a problem with me? Am I annoying y̨̛͘ò̴̴u͘ųu͝u̵̕ư͡?❞ Childish was certainly a good descriptor for Anti when he was like this. A preferable attitude and way of being to murderous or crazed. Of course his moods could switch in the blink of an eye.
He raised his hand, a finger trailing across the wound before pulling at the s p l i t in his skin. ❝Well I sure as hell ain’t complaining!❞ More blood spilled down his neck, a dark crimson that stood out against his sickly pale skin. ❝You’re not the first to do this! That honor goes to m͞͞e-̡͡͝m̸̧͠ę̸-̕me̵̷!❞ Oh how he enjoyed reminiscing about that day, taking his blade to his host’s throat. This was before he had his own physical form of course, but he sure did enjoy inflicting injuries on himself the human’s body for fun.
aggressive , callous , cannibal , careless , compulsive, cowardly , domineering, envious , greedy , hypocritical , impatient, impolite, incompetent , kidnapper , lazy , liar , materialistic , murderer, obsessive , overcritical, overemotional , patronizing, sarcastic, self-indulgent , serial killer , torturer , touchy , traitorous , unclean , unpredictable, untidy , vain, vengeful.
tagged by: @nosac-glave
tagging: @bomsplode, @forgedbytime @carriageofaerietails and whoever else wants to do it
requested by my bestie
WORDS:
“ is that your blood? ”
“ woah— hold up you’re bleeding. ”
“ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ”
“ shit, i think i pulled my stitches. ”
“ i’ll make them bleed for this. ”
“ a little blood never never hurt anyone. ”
“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ”
“ your nose is bleeding. ”
“ you can make me bleed all you want, i’ll never scream for you. ”
“ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
“ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood. ”
“ i did what was necessary. ”
“ why are you bleeding? what happened? ”
“ who hurt you? why is there blood all over you? ”
“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”
“ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”
“ i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood. ”
“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ”
“ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ”
“ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”
“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”
“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ”
“ why is there blood on your knife? ”
“ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t nutsack out. ”
“ i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood. nice and slow. like you deserve. ”
“ i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again. ”
“ your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside. ”
“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ”
“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“ leave me alone, it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets. ”
“ should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink? ”
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
ACTIONS:
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves.
[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves.
[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime.
[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime.
[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver.
[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender.
[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.
[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.
[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed.
[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed.
[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight.
[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight.