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†: Nail them to a structure with any sharp implements.

Hurt my muse! See how they react!

†: Nail them to a structure with any sharp implements.

"Lammy, come to your senses!" General Arthur Klaw yelled as he chased after the girl, that had just turned from a purple eyed sweetheart to a psychopath with hauntingly golden orbs. One of the handcuffs was already dangling around her thinn wrists, but she had managed to rip herself free before Klaw had been able to snap the other around her still free wrist, something he would fix as soon as he caught her. If he caught her. Currently he couldn’t see h-

When Klaw came to his senses again the first thing he noticed was the pulsing the pain at his temple. He wanted to reach up and rub it away, but as he tried to move his hand a sharp pain shot through it. Looking down he saw that there was a knife sticking in it and pinning it to the table… he was lying on.


Eyes widening he pulled, tried to get get free, but couldn’t even sit up. Several knives had been driven through his body and held him down along with some pieces of cloth that served as rope. Looking up in time to see Lammys crazed grin and and a flash of white as the blade in her hand catched the light, he cried out in pain as another knife penetrated his flesh, getting pushed deep into his shoulder.

Send me a ❦ for a reaction to your muse playing with mine’s hair.


Hurt my muse! See how they react!
✚: Stab in the back with a knife.
♕: A kick in a very sensitive area.
✿: Insult them as a person. (Insert specific insult as needed.)
♠: Punch/slap to the face.
♆: Strangle them.
ϡ: Give a gash that will leave a scar.
ღ: Emotionally scar them for life.
†: Nail them to a structure with any sharp implements.
✄: Break off a relationship.
☂: Shove them into a body of water.


*looks at fictional character* nobody loves u more than me



{♟} - “We’re fully aware, and that’s exactly why we need your help.” He lowered his voice. “If you’d take a look at some of our missions…you might see.”


"However, if you’re uninterested that’s perfectly alright. I’ve got another offer for you."

{♟}  “Then give me the file with the missions. Now.” The general demanded, his very voice a threat itself. “You may have a favor, but not our army.”

As he heard that Klaw calmed down, yet kept piercing the blind man with icey glares, secretly wondering if the other could feel them. “And what would that be?”

SERIAL KILLER → sentence meme

"Help! Someone help me!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Don’t touch me!"
"Stay back! I’ll call the police!"
"What do you want with me?"
"Please, I won’t tell anyone, please…"
"What are you going to do with that?"
"You look tired, maybe you should go to sleep."
"This knife has your name on it.”
"I wonder how your screams sound…"
"This will hurt…"
"Your blood is so pretty."
"Why am I here? to kill you, of course…"
"Keep quiet, don’t scream.."

{♟}   “Do you really call this surviving?” General Klaw didn’t bother looking at his companion as he spoke. “Do you really call this living?”

"If so, tell me, what exactly is the difference between living and merely existing then?”

His healthy hand formed a fist as his body tensed. His whole life he had followed orders, thought always about what would please or displease his Lord. Of course, his life was depending on his Lords moods.

But he had enough of following cruel orders that made him feel disguisted of himself. He wante to be free. He wanted to R E B E L

(Ask-the-tiger-general Fell Into the Trap)


Sighing, Abel prepared to greet someone else. This was getting exhausting. “Salu-” At once the war veteran recognized his old enemy. “Y-You! I do not forgive you yet for your action; it was bad and stupid!” The general’s plot to knife the planet was successfully foiled, and he should have been dead! “You do not mean to tell me you have changed your bad, bad ways, do you? If so, merci. If not…” He trailed off to let the Tiger General ponder what he would do.

{♟} “Aw, look who missed me.” The words left his lips in a purr as he flashed a bright smile at his dear enemy. In his hauntingly bright blue eye glistened amusement as he listened to the soldiers stuttering.

"Forgiveness?" He mused. "You believe that’s what I’m seeking?” A chuckle, dark as the night itself ascened from the tall mans chest. “How cute.”

"But no." His right hand hoovered over the shaft of his sword. "No, forgiveness is certainly not what I’m looking for."




Handy groaned as he waited for whoever this sack of elephant feces was to finish drinking from the water fountain. It was horribly hot outside, and his black shirt soaked up the light, and the heat, like a sponge. They’d been at it for ten seconds already. Much too long for the impatient beaver.


"Hey, you! Get your damn drink and go!"

{♟} In all honesty, General Klaw wasn’t drinking yet his hand remained on the tap. For some reason Lacrima, his demonic contract partner, had told him to keep holding the tap down, until he got the SMS that told him otherwise. Admittingly, he wasn’t quite sure how that would help him reach his goal, but oddly he had decited to trust her.

His features twitched as rudely shouted words reached his ear. He didn’t turn, didn’t bother to look at the low-life.

"Patience." It hurt him mentally to grace the other with an answer

Just a few more seconds. Hopefully.

His phone gave a light buzz, he didn’t need to look know that she had sent it, and he stepped back.

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
“When anybody honks at me in traffic, I blush, wave, and shout, “Thanks for being a fan.” Being a celebrity is a 24/7 thing.”
“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
“Blood may be thicker than water, but it's certainly not as thick as ketchup. Nor does it go as well with French fries.”
“Accept who you are. Unless you're a serial killer.”
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry for a minor stab wound.”
“I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.”
“If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.”
“Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.”
“A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need advice.”
“If I saw you hitchhiking, I’d smile and return your thumb’s up, just for you doing such a great job of being a positive roadside influence.”
“Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!”
“I have a real problem keeping friends. I'm always running out of space in my freezer.”
“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”
“That's why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.”
“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they'd lock us up?”
“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”
“The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pack of midgets, I’d be OK.”
“I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist.”
“I had a dream about you last night.. you were holding a pine cone and introducing him as Gerald.”
“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”
“Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.”
“I want to meet a guy named Art. I'd take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him, and leave.”
“You should eat a waffle! You can't be sad if you eat a waffle!”
“You can’t put a price tag on love. But if you could, I’d wait for it to go on sale.”
“Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.”
“You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!”
“If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around.”
“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”
“Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?”
“I wouldn't say I'm superficial, just averagely ficial.”
“Too bad Americans can’t export Awesome, because I have boxes and boxes of the stuff just lying around in my attic.”
“I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.”
“Flowers and fear are a lot alike. For one, flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two, I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden.”