Glitchedknives - Antisepticeye

The touch of her fingertips on his skin makes his arm  g l i t c h  and shiver, little bursts of static following in their wake. Anti’s hand is surprisingly still, the blade pressed steadily to the other’s throat. ❝It could be,❞ he hums, curious about her reaction, watching closely. Most people freeze, cry, or deliver such sweet little whimpers when his knife is so near. Not Jinx. And frankly, that’s more fun. Unpredictable. As long as the demon wasn’t seeking those other reactions, which right now he wasn’t, the girl was lucky to not have her throat slit and spilling blood this very second. ❝Would ya like it? I wouldn’t mind giving ya a stab, might even let ya pick the spot!❞ Anti giggled, a high pitched sound that pierced the air.

His form flickers in and out, irritated at the assumption his presence needs to be tolerated. ( which was likely true...definitely true ) But still, it makes a low growl rumble in his chest before he scoffs at her. Jinx is lucky he enjoys this game as much as she does. always watching, always playing

Again static dances in the air around them, demon eyes going black as ink with the hint of pain shooting up his arm as blunt nails dug into his pale skin. Jinx grinned wide, throat getting almost impossibly closer the blade. Anti glances down, almost annoyed at the fact she could have cut herself before he had the chance.

That train of thought leaves as quickly as it came, Jinx’s questions catching his attention instead. Anti looks around them, dark hues seeing nothing but air surrounding them. He’s disappointed, for a second, wanting to see her delusions. Hoping they would appear as he does, distorted and wrong. It would have been fun to have more things like himself to torment and play with little miss Jinxy.

Of course he doesn’t say there is nothing no one there. Where would the  f u n  in that be? No, instead his lips curl into a cruel smile, eyes flashing wildly. ❝He̡̕͞e̷̢h͢͠e̷͢eh̢̕a͞a̡he̡̛ę́hȩe͘!!!❞ Anti cackled, static and flashes of redgreenblue around him.  ❝I see everything, don’t you know that by now? Real? Not real? I see it all!❞ He continues laughing, it growing louder and more manic as Jinx pulls away. The demon lets her, this now more interesting to him then a knife to the throat. ❝S̵H̢̀͘U̧T̡U̕͢P͏́͜SHU̡T́̕U̴̸P̸S͡͡H̵͡U͏T̨͡U̧͟͡P̶!̴ ̀͡H͏͘͞A̢̡H̕͝AHA͜͡A̧҉͝A̷̸͞!̕❞

Continued @glitchedknives​

Little giggles burst forth from her mouth, even when they don’t belong. ❝ What’s all this, then? A present? For little old me? ❞ Her hand trails up his arm, dragging over it until multicolored nails land upon the occupied hand. They splay out just to get a chance to touch the knife. Cold steel, though she can feel it upon her throat as well. It pierces her with its chill, peaceful upon her throat otherwise.

Not for long, the shadows mock. He’ll kill you eventually. You’re just a J I N X AND THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER–

They stop talking. It’s just to allow Anti to say his piece, confirming all of it, pulling at every insecurity nestled within her chest. Yet her expression refuses to break. Momentary insanity leaves her eyes flicking away from him, but it’s not enough to pull her attention away entirely.

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@glitchedknives​ continued from here!

She remained silent as he prattled on; his strange behavior was not lost on her, but she simply decided to not put much stock into it. He was a strange individual to her, but not so much that she found him unusual: she’s come across many twisted beings, this came as no surprise to her.

Borna hummed in response, collecting the small drops of blood that dripped from her knife into a small vial. In truth, she could gotten this from any other demon, but  he just happened to appear and as her mother always said; ‘Waste not, want not’. Although, he was a little bit annoying, but maybe it’s just his voice.

“Necessity does not equate ‘fun’, demon.” she replied curtly, sealing the vial. “You  happened to get in my way, I saw an opportunity.” She observed his appearance with contempt and snickered. “Of course, it didn’t help you tried attacking me, but that’s beside the point.”

The demon keeps moving, unable to stay still, practically bouncing now. His bright eyes stay locked on the other. While Anti prefers someone in his presence to be scared, petrified, angry or dead, he finds this reaction quite interesting.

He watches his blood drip (drip drip drop) from her blade. Curious. The demon glitched a bit closer, tilting his head to the side. A pale hand moves up to his throat, rubbing and smearing his blood around. Why collect his blood? And for what? ❝ Keeping a t̡ok͘͟eń͢ ̧̢of our first meeting? ❞ he asked with a laugh, taking his blood covered hand now and shaking and flicking it in her direction, watching the small droplets fly towards her.

❝ Oh but fun is the most necessary necessity! And one should always make fun their first and foremost necessity. Or vengeance. Or violence. Though I suppose those two can count as fun.❞ He pauses, letting out a burst of laughter, appearance going glitched and flashy. ❝ Well you know the saying...attack first then deal with the consequences laaaaater! H̨̻̩̥͕̫̰e̝h̨̺̝e̯̺̞͡h̭͍̥̦̘̙͚e̛̠̣̲. ❞

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

— 「 prompt 」

❝ Ơf͠ ̡c̛our̨se, ̛o̕f̕ ̧c͞oùrse! ❞ the demon laughed, voice shrill and high. He was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, a manic ball of bursting energy. The sight of blood tends to brighten his mood.

❝ Drawing blood is always necessary, always the answer! A̢ͨ͜͞Lͫ̔̓̑̾͋W̔͞͝Ă̴ͩ̈̇Yͣ͂̑̑̒͞͏Ş͛̿̓̃͐͑̕͞! Doesn’t matter the question or situation! ❞ Anti’s voice is filled with static, a piercing noise. His neck wound wept more blood, dripping down the demon’s front and soaking his dark shirt. ❝ Tell me, Dullahan, didja have fun? ❞

I don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me.

Anti (via incorrect-anti-quotes)

Happy New Year, Glitch Bitch! Any plans or resolutions??

❝ Thrills and chills! Murder and mayhem! That’s  A̸̔̽ ̴̃̄͊͂̚L͆͐̍̑̑̊̅͏ ͯW̏ͩ̊ͦ̔͠ ̡̈́̋̆̔̄ͯͨAͩ̄ͩ̎ͦͬ͝ ͆ͭ͠Ẏͦ̓̈́͜ ͒̍ͣ̈ͥ͟Sͯͪ͒ͪ̽ͧ  the plan! ❞

           |  kill ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ you see  |            |                   ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ                  |  

Anti watched the  (pathetic)  girl grasp and tear at the air for whatever reality seemed to be melting away from her right in front of her very eyes. It used to be more entertaining, a fun little show for the demonic entity to sit down and watch from the sidelines. But now? Now it’s gotten a bit old, a bit stale. Too repetitive. ( over and over and over )  

He doesn’t let it go on longer, knowing exactly how to bring the little Jinx back to his reality, right here with him. A knife in hand, he blinks in to appearance behind her. Sharp, cold steel pressed to her warm flesh. Just a gentle touch, no pressure applied to draw forth a single drop of blood. Yet. There was still time for some bloodshed.

there’s always time for that.

Blue hair brushes against his chin. Ah, so she wasn’t too  l o s t  in her own mind. Not that Anti would have let her ignore him either way. He’d drag her out of psychosis just so he himself could personally escort her back there.

❝ Don’t sound so surprised, Jinxy. When have I ever gave you the idea I’d leave ya? ❞ Anger flashes across his features, only for a moment, as he gazed down at her, dual colored eyes focusing on the blade. Anti could press harder, slice through the thin skin of her throat. A distorted laugh echoes around them.

That laughter stops cold at the girl’s next words. A L O N E. He shudders, appearance distorting and glitching out. Take care of him? The demon growled. Now he was seriously considering sticking this knife straight through that throat. ❝ I’d latch on to some other poor, deranged soul, ❞ he hissed. ❝ Someone who isn’t always boohooing about blowing their family to smithereens. Into itty, bitty, bloodied, bite-sized pieces.  ❞

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Intimidation and Violent RP Prompts

It was happening again. Why was it happening again? The walls were closing in around her. Nothing was real, not when the shadows began to move. Jinx backed up and screamed, grasping at the t h i n strands of reality she remained connected to. Please, please!

Save me, Vi, save me!

But Vi wouldn't come. No one would come, not when it was like this. Not when she was such a jin--

At the feeling of the blade pressed to her neck, Jinx relaxed. Memory swirled forth, threatening her with its unpredictable nature. It could coil around her like a snake or it could let her be, watching, waiting for its time to strike. This time it waited, intrigued by the newcomer. As was she, though Jinx already knew who it was.

He came to her when reality bent until she couldn't see it anymore. It must have been a hallucination, a trick of the mind attempting to bargain with her. She couldn't be lonely, could she, not when such company dared to step foot in her presence.

Was he a presence? The knife felt real but she allowed her head to fall back anyway, grinning when her head finally rested against his shoulder. ❝ Aww, you came back for me! That's so sweet, ❞ she crooned. Her purple gaze flicked up towards him, a smirk tugging at her lips.

❝ Are you finally gonna kill me? Would be a shame... You'd have no one to take care of you. Poor little Anti, all alone in the world. ❞ There was a glint in her eye even as she mocked him.

Danger was just what she lived for, at this point.