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THE... CITY... IS... ON... FIRE
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#Anonymous
§ (From Panda Mom)
Anonymous

((You are aware of that I can always tell which anon messages are coming from you, are you not, fantineaquane?))

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#asklammyhtf
“Murderer!”

» Put “Murderer!” In my ask box and a I’ll generate a number to write a drabble about my character killing yours.

((13.My muse will cut your muse until they bleed to death.))

Another delicious scream escaped Lammys mouth as the general cut off her ring finger. “Three down, two more to go.” He chuckled and pressed down the knife once again. Another scream, another finger gone.  Crying she already begged for mercy. How disappointing.

“Why should I stop now, my dear? The fun has just begun!” With that he pushed his knife into her should. She screamed, and she screamed even more as he slowly started to twist it. With joy he watched how her face turne into a pain filled grimace. “Aw, this hurts doesn’t it?” He cooed, almost softly and pulled the knife out. For a moment the girl relaxed, hoping the general had come to his senses, but screamed even louder as he pushed the knife into her stomach instead.

“How about this!? Does this hurt!?” He broke out in laughter as he pulled the knife down, slicing her stomach open. “Tell me, Lammy, does this hurt more or less!?”

The lamb screamed and struggled wildly, causing the chains at her wrists and ankles to grind her delicate porcelain skin open. Blood splattered everywhere as Klaw stabbed and slashed her over and over again, seemingly completely out of his mind. “Does this hurt!? Does this fucking hurt!?” He screamed and kept slashing at the helpless girl.

It seemed like an eternity until he finally stopped and noticed that Lammy had stopped moving. Her body laid limp on the cold metal table in front of him, while her now dull eyes stared into nowhere.

He dropped the knife and laughed. Eventually his laughter ceased into chuckling and in the end turned into a heavy sobbing.

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#fantineaquane
Murderer!

» Put “Murderer!” In my ask box and a I’ll generate a number to write a drabble about my character killing yours.

((9.My muse lights yours on fire and watches them burn.))

Humming general Klaw finished binding the unconscious girl with the ridiculous name to a stag and looked satisfied at his creation, an old school burning stag with firewood all around it. Yes, that would give a nice big flame.

A silent groaning brought his attention back to the girl.

“Ah, you finally woke.” He chuckled.

Still dizzy the girl looked around and started to struggle wildly as she realized what was going on. But there was no use in it, the knots were bound tight and would not give in. Her big violet orbs filled with water as she looked up to the general. “What will you do to me?”

“Isn’t that obvious, stupid? We’ll burn you.” The general sneered at her, seemingly enjoying her shocked expression.

The girl gave a whimper. “B-but why!? What have I done to you!? Don’t you know about love and tolerance?!”

“Oh look at that, she is starting to preach again. A fool till the end, aren’t you?”Hissed a voice with a mockery that was impossible to ignore.  A woman completely dressed in black emerged from the darkness of the forest. Her jade eyes were partly covered by pale red hair strains, yet her sharp teethed grin was well visible. “Let’s shut her up forever.”

Smirking Klaw tilted his head as he looked at their victim. “Aren’t you happy? Burning to death is said to be purest death of all.”

“Well, that would be if we would burn you with holy fire.” The woman raised her hand and the wood caught fire. Yet weirdly the fire was green. “Which is not the the case. This is cursed fire, demon fire.“

“Hell fire.” Cackled Klaw.

“Yes.” The demoness confirmed while she watched in awe how the poisonous flames danced for them. Another wave of her hand and the flames shot up and indulged the now in pain screaming girl. Both watched, enjoying the agony of what they would describe as a filthy whore, while the general hummed the song “Hellfire” to its end.

[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you

klutzybluemoose:

klutzybluemoose:

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[Text to: Klaw]: Are you talking about me?
[Text to: Klaw]: You are talking about me right?
[Text to: Klaw]: Rude.

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Lumpy snickered at the texts.

[Text to: Klaws]: So drunk I didn't know I was drunk. I remember one beer. This morning I found that most of my alcohol was gone from the stock.
[Text to: Klaws]: Does that count on how drunk I was?

[Text] …

[Text] You’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.

[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you

klutzybluemoose:

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[Text to: Klaw]: Are you talking about me?
[Text to: Klaw]: You are talking about me right?
[Text to: Klaw]: Rude.

[Text] YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE!!!

[Text] You fucking drunk were you last night!?

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#meme
» SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

frommemetoyou:

  • [text] NO! That was a typo
  • [text] Did you buy it?
  • [text] It was an accident.
  • [text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
  • [text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
  • [text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
  • [text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
  • [text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 
  • [text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
  • [text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
  • [text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
  • [text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
  • [text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
  • [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
  • [text] My dick just got serenaded.
  • [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
  • [text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
  • [text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
  • [text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
  • [text] I think I got married last night?
  • [text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
  • [text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
  • [text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
  • [text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
  • [text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
  • [text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
  • [text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
  • [text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

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#petunian
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Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

The general just started at the kitchen knife in his chest. Blinket a few time. And stared more. His mind couldn’t wrap around what had just happened that there was suddenly a knife in his chest.

It was only when the bluehaired woman pushes the blade even deeper in and a metalic tasting liquid filled his mouth that he woke from his trance. His first reaction was to punch her in the face, to get her away from him. Not so smart. The female may have stumbled backward, but she had taken the knife with her. Within secounds his unform was soaked in blood. His knees gave out beneath him and he fell on all four, coughing up blood. He spat out and weakly looked up to her. “Why?…” Klaw collapsed on the floor, barely able to keep his eyes open. He felt cold, so terrible cold and yet sleepy. Letting out one last exhausted sight his mind slipped into the darkness.

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Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

General Klaw struggled wildly and tried to pull his sword out of his soda plexus. The green haired soldier had used his own sword against him, to pin him against a tree. How dared he!?

But apparently Flipqy wasn’t done with the general yet. Klaw had to clench his teeth in pain, to not let out a scream as the other slowly slipped his bowie knife into his chest. With a snarl he looked up and his blue red eyes met the others golden ones. For a short moment it seemed that the two of them had gotten into a stare contest, before the soldier smirked and twisted the knife inside the general. It took the Klaw by surprise and he cried out in pain. It was hard to tell what was more hurt more, the knife or his broken pride as he heard the others sneering laughter.

Coughing up blood he glared angrily at the other. “Get over with it already, bastard.” His voice was wavering and his strengh was leaving with his blood. He had lost too much of the crimson liquid already, the battle was lost for him.

Something in Klaw froze as he looked into the others face and noticed that like this, heavily wounded and pinned to a tree, the golden eyed maniac could easily use him to live out his sadistic fantasies. And all of the sudden the general was certain that his death wouldn’t be a swift one, like the last time they fought.  

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Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

Sharply general Klaw sucked the air through his teeth as he felt the cold metal slip into his chest. He wasn’t surprised by the fact that his wife was killing him. She herself had told him that she didn’t want to die when he had shot at her. Didn’t she see that a swift death by a bullet was better than a death by his lords hands?

Weakly he looked up at her, into her pretty face. Her crimson hues were watery and the drops that manages to escape mixed with blood on her cheeks. The ex-med knew what she was doing, she had perfectly hit his heart. Klaw tasted metal as blood floated his mouth. Coughing he tried to sit up, so he could speak his last words to her, but the sudden movement scared her and she jumped back, pulling the knife out. He gasped and cought up even more blood. The crimson liquid was now leaving his body at an alarming rate, which made he wonder if he would first suffocate on it or bleed out. His hand slipped and he fell back down. His gaze fell on the shaking redhead once again and a sad smile crept on his face. “R-run…, m-my.. lo-….” was the only thing he had managed to spat out before darkness took over his mind.

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#asklammyhtf

Name: Little Lamb (Lammy)

Ringtone: “Psycho” - Puddle of Mudd

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