❝ Let’s cause some mayhem. ❞

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away ! 

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS: 001.  ecstasy.     002.    languor.     003. malice.     004.  destructiveness.     005.  lust.

COLORS: 001.  pitch black.      002.  neon orange.     003.  neon pink.     004. baby blue.      005.  69 shades of gray.

SCENTS: 001.  body perspiration.     002.  iron.      003.  chemistry.     004. animal carcass.     005.   gun powder.

CLOTHING: 001.   thin hair band.     002.  duct-taped bulletproof vest.      003.  welder's goggles.      004.  u.s.s.r. army steel cap boots.      005.  safety pin earring.

OBJECTS: 001.  pre-war grimms' fairy tales holodisk (the robber bridegroom).      002. .45 auto submachine gun.      003.   live & love mag no 7:  beware the man handler.     004.  lucky nuka cola quantum bottle cap.     005.  jet vial.

VICES / BAD HABITS: 001.  minute love.     002.  drugs, especially psycho stimulants.     003.  alcohol.     004. overstepping boundaries.      005. chewing raw rad meat.

BODY LANGUAGE: 001.  ostensibly sucking own tongue before speaking.      002.  carrying rifle over shoulder.     003.  slow, elegant walk.      004.  coquettishly tilting head.      005.  fingering mouth, lips and chin while thinking or listening.

AESTHETICS: 001.  a ripe, fat, green-yellow pimple just about to pop. there's murky blood.      002.  roadkill seething in the sun, its stench lingering over hot asphalt.      003. pet play.      004. kids setting fire to farmer jackson's deserted old barn, but there's a teen couple coppin’ a feel in the hay.     005.  microwaving a hamster out of insidious boredom.

SONGS: 001.  skills in pills  /  lindemann.    002.  express  /  christina aguilera.     003.  kill my boyfriend  / natalia kills.     004.  piggy /  nin.     005.  du riechst so gut  /  rammstein.

tagged by:      no one ! tagging:     @liesome       ;       @explosivedarling       ;       @nosferanne       ;       @vamytas        (     classic gothic au?     )

                                                                  starter                                         @widovspeak !

❛   cut   your   finger   off.   ❜       breaking   the   reticence   she   so   expertly   sports   with   a   demand   that   doesn’t   ask   for   ‘why’s’   or   ‘buts’,   her   features   remain   unfazed.    reaching   into   the   pockets   of   her   vest,   she   collects   a   dirty   napkin   from   within,   tossing   it   to   the   fiend   with   a   lack   of   ambition.   ❛   will   make   him   loose   our   trail.   or   maybe   he   just   thinks   you’re   dead.   ❜   snide   taint   to   her   voice:   she’s   impatient.    ❛   just   make   sure   it   bleeds,   hillbilly.   ❜    /   @pussyliqucr.

@pussyliqucr || starter call

Fingers itch to reach for her grenade launcher after all what would one less raider be in this dog eat dog world? A sadist she is not, doesn’t get off on inflicting pain or death. But nemo me impune lacessit and all that shit. She’s not looking for any trouble, but if trouble comes her way so be it.

      ❝ Hey! Don’t you know you shouldn’t even be here? Or are you feeling suicidal? ❞

                               ❛        gee whiz,   lordy lordy girleh,   sumptimes fate jus’ up'n face-faks ya fer no good ressn,   tha’ fe schuuuuuuuure,   but today   …jus’ looking t'piss.   n besaids,   no sense'n wajstan a good bullet on a sucidal dschentlman,  eh  ?    where’s da logix   ?    ❜

  ❛                        i    heard   o’many    a    poor    boy    loose    his     mind   in    the    wild.  .  .         the    cold,     the     solitude                           the      hunger.  .  .      drive    a    man    t’do    things    a    man    ought   not   do.      been    told    you    find   one    like    tha’                           they    got    a    tongue    as    sweet ‘n thick    as    molasses,     make    ya    think    you’re   as    pretty    as    the   angels    when    they    sing.  .  .       jus’     t'make    ya    take    ‘em    home.      thin’    is                              YOU    DONE    THAT       you    sure    ain’t    ever    gonna    do   anythin’    else    ever    again.       so ‘m   gonna    ask    ya    jus’ this    once:      son,       you    done   anythin’    out    here    i    wouldn’t    have                                ?    ❜

»» (* STARTER.  //  @pussyliqucr  !

               ❛  lordy, lordy, brova, 'm jus' sayan', gee whiz, that waaaaiiiii too much TIT fer'n man o' ya                         aidsch, prolly should go'n let sum o' 'em medikals sleice't off, pertainan all these ress'ns of                         the elaborait medikalities.                         ...ya schuuuuuuuuuuuure lookin' leik a guy havin' sumpthang real bad growin' over that                         pretty heart o' his'n.

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