glitchedknives
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♥ Favorite Characters Meme ♥
List your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.
Monukuma - Danganronpa
Riku - Kingdom Hearts
Louise - Bob’s Burgers
Jeremy Gilbert - The Vampire Diaries
Baz - Carry On
Will Graham - Hannibal
Connor - Detroit: Become Human
Piglet - Winnie the Pooh
Peter Parker - MCU
Glamrock Freddy - FNAF
Tagged by @bomsplode
Tagging: whoever wants to do it
WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?
love as violence
[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"
tagged by: @nosac-glave
tagging: @carriageofaerietails @bomsplode and anyone else who wants to do it
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.
carriageofaerietails:
Red, green, blue. Red, green, blue. The haphazard colours reflected chaotically in the whites of Mireya’s distant eyes, her gaze only shifting to take Anti in after his manic laughter broke the silence of the room. Whatever he’d said to her had gone in one of the ‘doll’s’ ears and out of the other.
All of a sudden, Mireya giggled with him, though the gesture was soft and hollow. The smile that lingered bore an undercurrent of pain. She looked down into her lap, a bloodied knife dormant on the ruined fabric. Even the knife itself was damaged, as if someone had taken a good chunk out of the sharp metal.
“I killed him.” She said. Where the knife had come from was a mystery. It could have been one of Anti’s that had been carelessly left somewhere, or it might have belonged to the victim that was now scattered into puzzle pieces all around the dark room. “I killed him with this knife. Now I’m almost like you.”
The demon is giggling to himself, continuing his mindless doodling in the blood. His gaze flickers between the blood, the s c a t t e r e d pieces of the corpse and his doll. So many interesting things to view in this moment. Where to look, where to look?
A quiet giggle joins his own, and Anti snaps his eyes towards Mireya. A wicked grin now on his lips.
❝Yͣͬͣ̀͌óu͑ ̷̈͂ͥ͋̃̿̽did,❞ he hums. ❝You killed him good and dead! And made such a p̶ret̸t͠y͡ me̕ss̸.❞ Anti glitches out, disappearing and reappearing around the room, taking in the gore of the butchered body. (Impressive) The weapon, a spare knife belonging to Anti, did it’s job. Although it seemed to take some unfortunate damage in the process, it would be rather useless now.
Almost like Anti? Oh, sweet little doll. No one is like Anti.
❝Nah, if you were anything like me you’d be laughing right now,❞ the demon points out, almost scoffing. ❝You would be celebrating! You would be ecstatic and exploding!❞ As if to show an example Anti himself glitches wildly, bursts of static and color where he stands.
a quick reminder that my reply time does not equate to how interested i am in writing with you or your muse ! i am a slow writer when it comes to replies - this is my hobby and i have to prioritise mental health , work , studying or whatever else is going on in my life . sometimes my muse will be fickle , and i’ll have energy for certain threads or asks over others ! this does not mean i have forgotten about you or your muse . i love each and every one of my roleplay partners , and i appreciate your patience endlessly ! i’ll always be available if you want to scream about our babies , and i look forward to when i do have the energy to respond to our things <3
// i swear one of these days i’ll have more time to hop on here and do more than just one reply ughhh
“ 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. ”
— 「 prompt 」
❝O̡ͣͤ̅h̒͋ ̵͊̉̒͐͋ͭǹ͊͐̂́o͆̾͝, I bet it was beautiful in a b e a u t i f u l sort of way!❞ Anti corrects the other, pitchy voice giddy as he takes in the sight. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this beholder finds beauty in the dark and twisted and gory.
His movements are erratic, arms gesturing wildly around, incapable of being still. He happily pictures pristine, white snow slowly being stained crimson as the blood seeps and soaks in. ❝We should bring more stories like that to life. Bring true beauty to this boring, bland world!❞
nosac-glave:
@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
REBLOG THIS IF IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MEMES AT ANY POINT, EVEN HOURS / DAYS AFTER IT WAS ORIGINALLY REBLOGGED SINCE WE ARE ALL NOT ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME
psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.
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! ❞
"Antisepticeye"
Just a colored sketch of Anti. I haven't been drawing properly due to burn out and school, plus i don't have any drawings that are good enough to post. I apologize for my absence.
Sketch is from Autodesk Sketchbook, and the Coloring is from Paint Tool Sai 2.
My comment in this piece... My eyes are bleeding.
If i can, i might do this again for the other egos.
* MUSE’S WORST TRAITS.
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
bomsplode:
Continued @glitchedknives
Death didn’t affect Jinx much, not anymore. The scene, while bloody, merely caused her to look down at the mangled corpse. Anti had really done a number on them. This wasn’t just self-defense, if he had even defended himself. It was straight up murder, for fun. Her head really did enjoy playing with her.
❝ I didn’t get to see, but woah! What’d this poor sap ever do to you? ❞ Jinx crouched down, not thinking much of it. Not until she saw BROWN HAIR, EMPTY EYES, ANGLED FACE, GNASHING TEETH, WHITE E–
She fell back into the blood, g a s p i n g for breath at the thought of it somehow being Mylo. ❝ Wh- ❞ Jinx took a moment to catch her breath. ❝ Who was that? Some creep? ❞ Her voice was breathless even when she attempted to make it seem like it hadn’t affected her.
Anti scoffed, waving the knife dismissively in the direction of the body. A shame, he did enjoy an audience. Not many got to see him perform and actually live to see the end results of his masterpieces. He watches Jinx curiously, wanting to see her reactions. wanting to see her fear
❝ He did nothin’ but be in the right place at the right time,❞ the demon answered with a shrug. Whoever that corpse had been didn’t mean anything to Anti, the poor sap hadn’t done anything wrong per say. Just happened upon Anti during a moment of bloodlust. ( could happen to anyone, really ) What mattered now was the mangled, sliced up, bleeding mess that Anti was rather proud of.
Confusion flashed across his features, only for a moment, quickly replaced by annoyance. Jinx’s reaction was belated, caused by something she saw on her own ( in her own fragile mind ) and not by Anti’s work. His appearance glitched out, static dancing around him. He may enjoy other’s fear and distress, but he much preferred when he and he a l o n e was the cause. ❝Nobody,❞ he said through gritted teeth. ❝ N͖̰̬o͍̤̜͔̻͙͖͚b͈͇̩̲͈̼͓̀͢o̗͙̯d͙̺y̵̬̲̦̗͞N̷̨͎̟̺̝̯͍͔o̯͇̻͍͇͕͚͘b̥̼̘͕͝o̭̟͈̞͇̳͘d̴̛͕̞̩͡y̗̙̟͓̬̕N̬ͅo̵̤̻͉͖͓͖̫̼b͉̱̖͈͠ơ̶͖̣̲͞ͅͅd͇̺͕y҉̶̥̻̞̺̦̙͉. What do you see? Who do you see? ❞
“ 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? ❞
| kill ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ you see | | ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ |
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
— 「 prompt 」 [ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
Flashes of bright, colorful light redgreenblueredgreenblue appear out of thin air. The sound of static, a high pitched crackling noise, accompanies it. Anti is there, glitching into sudden existence in the room.
Two toned eyes take in the sight before him, a cruel smile gracing his pale features.
❝ Now isn’t this just a lo͞v̧͟e͢͞ĺ́y̵͞ sight to see,❞ he giggles, voice high and c r a z e d. His eyes locked on to Mireya’s form, taking in the crimson decorating her skin and hair. Blood dripped to the floor, pooling, and Anti kneeled down to dip a finger in the puddle, laughing to himself as he swirled and drew mindless doodles.
// this blog will be much more active after the holidays when i’m not as busy
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! ❞
[ ESCAPE ]
— 「 prompt 」 [ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
Manic laughter spilled past his lips, blood splattered across his pale features. A body ( ą ̵́͜c͘͠or̵̡p̸s͘͟e͠͡ ) laid at his feet, mutilated and most likely unrecognizable to whoever knew this poor PATHETIC soul. He still held his knife in his grasp, eyes darting between looking at his work and admiring how much better the steel blade looked when bloodied.
Soft footsteps echoed around him, Anti just barely hearing the sound. Perhaps another victim? He could play some more, there was always time for fun. There was no telling how long this other had been here, had they seen? Or did they just stumble upon this horrific scene? Anti laughed again, hoping to catch a glimpse of fear and despair on whoever was there.
He turns, quirking a brow up at his audience of one. Anti gives them a crooked smile, blue and green eyes glinting with M A D N E S S. ❝ Enjoy the show? Or did you miss out? I’d be more than happy to do a repeat performance if you’d like,❞ he laughed, voice harsh and grating to one’s ear.