Fuck Marry Kill Hysteria, Seviathan And Striker

Fuck Marry Kill Hysteria, Seviathan and Striker

“Marry Hysteria because...she's cute, she's fun, great to hang out with. Why not marry?”

“Fuck Striker and watch my sister get a hellfire aneurism.”

Which leaves....

“...oops.”

@strikers-saloon

“ I got tired of seeing multiple different relationship memes have a few relationships I was interested in but more that I was not, so I’ve combined a few - and added some options of my own.

Taken partly from @loisnclark and @leneemusing “ - archived originally at  mememeseymour (defunct/deleted)

romantic relationships ! ❤️ friends to lovers 💗 slow burn 💙casual partners to lovers 💜 friends with benefits to lovers 💚 actually unrequited 💛 falsely assumed unrequited 💘 begrudgingly falling in love

familial relationships ! 🌻  friends like siblings 🌵  parental 🌷 general found family

friend relationships ! ☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈  friends since childhood ⛅️  friends of circumstance ☁️  friends from school

enemy relationships ! 🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse ❌   guilty by association 🖤 enemies to lovers

sexual relationships ! 🍑 one night stand 🍆 friends with benefits 💞 friends with benefits + unspoken feelings 💦 play partners 👉👌 casual partners 👅 hatefucking 🤐 kink mentor/mentee 💔 ex partners with feelings

other relationships 💝 mentor/mentee 🍸 partners in crime 💟 lovers to enemies ❣️ forced to work together for survival/a common goal ✋ colleagues 💓 colleagues to lovers 🖕 colleagues to enemies 🦄 suggest your own

Fuck Marry Kill, Valentino, Vox, and Velvet

“From what I've heard...”

“Kill all three of them.”

sex that’s both rough and gentle, pls and thank…  entwining fingers while the other hand holds their partner’s head down.  kisses on the forehead while their partner is crying, too overstimulated to think.  soft praises whispered into their partner’s ear while they’re pounding into them so roughly its shaking the bed.  

Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park

“You ain't no tough bitch, you think you're hot shit”

“Damn, you're all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn't have that.

So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.

“When it's down to the wire, no one here can deny that

I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide!”

And of course she wasn't met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn't truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.

The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.

“You ain't no answer, you ain't no savior, you're just a good excuse for bad behavior ”

Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.

“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe

Someone just like me”

Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.

The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.

“Thank you! For attending to... my little warmup!”

                                                      WE WON’T ABIDE BY ANY RULES

W H E N word reaches Mammon about a certain performer he was more than inclined to divulge in deeper to see if they were as good as his sources claimed. He usually didn’t bother with these sort of things, but if there was a way for him to profit off them then who was he to at least not check to see what all the hubbub was all about? If it turned into a dead end then no skin off his bones– He’d just move on to the next bigger thing, the next profit. No harm no foul. If they were actually good, then and only then would he become interested.

D A W N I N G on an ensemble reminiscent of his rocker days (spiked collar included), he makes his way towards where his sources had indicated he’d find them and luckily for him it was right in his ring. Seems he caught her just as she’s about to perform one of her songs. This he’ll have to listen to…

K E E P I N G to the shadows and blending into the dark, Mammon leans back and merely observes for now; fingers idly tapping along to the beat.

@phoenixborn​