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I CANT GET TAPEWORMS. SUCKS TO SUCK YOU TOASTED MARSHMALLOW FUCK

"Worm slurper."

Reanimates a putrid corpse, then directs it to start punching itself in its rotten face with an equally rotten hand.

"Stop hitting yourself."

It's an amusing break from scavenging for useful items scattered about the stinking battlefield.

It was hard to turn the stomach of one of Nurgle's plaguelords, but the strange green-clad figures manages it. The Unclean One visibly recoils at the perversion of the cycle of life and death, it's accent thick with mucus and no small bit of anger as it's clogged nostrils flare.

"Do you mind?"

A huge Plaguesword is pulled from the entrails of the daemon. With monstrous strength, the rusting brass thing slams down on the zombie with enough force to be felt through the earth.

BOOPS KHAX

WITH HIS HEAD.

ELECTRIFIES HIS HORNS.

sneaks up on leon (stress ball) with her evil little (big) hands

as the leon stress ball is seized, these are the noises that follow.

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"Hey. Not to be rude or anything but-"

he really should know better than to ask, and yet...

"What the fuck are you?"

That's the biggest fucking rat he's ever seen in his life.

-16 has to convince himself he's not hallucinating. He doesn't move right; he's too steady for something human-shaped and especially for one who is bewildered. The Apex is so still, in fact, that one might not be faulted for believing he's a particularly well-posed armor display that just so happens to be staring directly at Sulfur -- those red lenses give away nothing.

He'll wait to see what this "Ratzilla" will do. With luck, the thing is some T-infected creation and won't try its chances with him.

Well. While the large human sized rat is NOT T-infected, he does NOT try his luck with this freaky new thing that smelled all sorts of wrong and wasn't moving. He jumps like a cat and lands on all fours to arch his back and hiss, fur spiked all over, and back away several steps before bolting for his life!

"You can touch this if I can scratch your ears."

She's holding up her mutated arm, and extended hand tendril. The purring discussions have not gone unnoticed.

“Depends, are you gonna scratch it with that one?” It looked like it could slice his ears off, but he had to admit to himself that he was curious about what those claws would feel like... Behind his ears, mostly, but also just to touch.

Heard there were snake tits.

He's feeling generous. Slaanesh reaches out to bless Daz with a tit as well--

He’s practically teetering on the edge of the CRRC, absolutely fixated on the IR lights of the unidentified vessel some distance behind them — oh, yes, he can see them.

“It will cost you a gun for the next hour, but I can get rid of that for you.” / @vehxmence

   it's  the  practiced  calm  of  the dead  ghost  exudes  -  always  one  to  live  up  to  the  namesake  he'd  taken  upon  himself.  he  hears  what's  spoken  to  him,  and  brown  eyes  flick  over,  studying  his  companion.  his  thumb  idly  runs  along  his  sniper,  laid  in  his  lap.  an  hour.  he  could  be  without.  he's  gone  for  longer,  he  knows  that.  the  knives  hidden  on  his  person  are  enough  reassurance  he'll  survive  without. 

   he  wordlessly  offers  out  the  rifle,  though  there's  a  look  in  his  eyes  that  threaten if  there's  a  scratch  on  it,  there'll  be  hell  to  pay.

MACH FUCK NOT!DEER ZOOMIES ACROSS JERSEY’S LAWN

Sits on his nonexistent porch, guarding his nonexistent lawn with a very existent enchanted rocket launcher waiting for the fucking thing to come around again.

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SNFSNFSNFSNF

Testing his new nose.

BOPS IT REPEATEDLY LIKE AN ANGRY CAT!

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse. - 16, sparring, I’m sure there’s no way Bertha could possibly make this weird

The medic purrs from her spot underneath, pushing her head up not to headbutt 16, but to press their masks together, "Is that an inhuman mutation in your pants, or are you just enjoying our little training session? I hope it's a bit of both."

Nothing escapes -16's analytical stare, not here. He's too used to how people walk, their tones of voice, their postures. And so when he sees Jill for the first time with that damnable device in place, he knows something is wrong before he even catches a glimpse of the hardware. She doesn't cringe away from him like she did before, albeit unconsciously. She doesn't...do anything at all, really; at first it prompts that Apex urge to remind her of the pecking order, but he holds back, and when he sees the glint of metal and pieces together the conversation he can just hear in the other room, his demeanor shifts entirely.

He passes by her without any of his usual stiffening or hard staring, but he does eye her with something indecipherable behind that mask -- something that isn't even performative hostility.

The countless surgeries, her body being built anew after being decimated by the fall, through all of it she fought. Screamed until her voice was hoarse, fought until she had to be sedated- but not anymore. Now the screaming is only in her own head, fighting the prison that is her own body.

Always perceptive, she can almost feel his hackles rise when she doesn't move away when she remains unresponsive. If he attacks, can I respond? She wills her body to give her any sign- but it doesn't. Jill wills herself to say something, say anything- to beg him to kill her to put her out of this misery. But on the surface she is calm, breathing even, seemingly unbothered by whatever is going on beneath the surface, kept perfectly complacent with the red glow in her chest.

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@skxrbrand he's going to respond with unhinged shitpost brain DMs if so

Trying to spook Azriel but getting Mage Shitpost™️ instead of fear and concern

Monster for the headcanon meme!

Headcanon Words || Accepting!

By their very nature, vampires are monsters; Garrett holds no illusions about that and he doesn't understand those who do (he does understand the longing for the life one has lost, but pretending like many Toreador seem to do will only hurt in the end). But he also knows there are some among the clans who can be (theoretically) worse, like the Tzimisce fleshcrafters or the Sabbat in general. He might be a monster, but he’s glad at least he wasn't brought into that side of Kindred society.

Talking bat? Talking bat. She's seen some weird shit on this little pilgrimage of hers, but this is a first.

Hawker very, very slowly lowers the map, mismatched eyes straining through the light of her meager campfire.

"I have had one drink," she mutters, staring into the tree as if she needs convincing.

[You get mainverse Hawk because she's very neglected aslkdfjhalksjdfh]

Ears quickly swivel back. Whoops. Wings fold over each other as claws adjust on the branch.

"I suppose the cat is out of the proverbial bag." He half mutters to himself before turning back to the human. Hm. Maybe he could still recover this moment.

"Si, pero .... it was a very strong drink."

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