This thing ... A mindless, brainless waste of his time & Victor could only be so patient. His sadistic grin faded to a scowl that bared teeth with a low snarl in his displeasure. "Fuckin' stupid is what you are—" A step taken back, though he'd raise an arm just to bring it back down ++

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑@poisonedmoth.bsky.social · 3d ago

Should he run? Most definitely. Is the power of pure dumbfuckery going to save him? The answer should be 'probably not' but here we are. "Deer? Oh no. Mister Logan does not like people touching his venison, no sir. But I do have some gator! I think I even have some snake!" With his free arm -

The muscled in his back rippled as he stretched & rolled his shoulders — a low rumble of a growl sifting through his lips. "Been awhile since deer was on the menu..! Ay, bambi???" A massive, clawed hand would catch hold of Curio's arm — ++

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑@poisonedmoth.bsky.social · 4d ago

"Oh! That's not good. Our stove must be going bad if it breaks that easy. Hold on a moment, I'll just..." Cue the idiot actually turning his back on the last person he ever should as he rummages through the cabinets. Flour? Salt? Surely they have enough to pour over the fire before it gets out of

He's been grabbing the young mutants from their beds — toying with them like a predator with its prey, a cat & a mouse. "Run, run, run as fast as you can — Won't do ya any fuckin' good though..!" #Trialofterror

"FINALLY!" Map SNATCHED. The phantom squeezed past Baby Blue there, and turned 'round to give the rest of the 'waiting few' the bird. "Ta-ra, losers~" Soon as she crossed the threshold, her flesh melted in a veil of psionic light, and what remained flew straight for the library. #TrialOfTerror

The smell of gasoline burned into heightened senses, pulling an eerie grin to salivating lips as he sauntered closer to the deer-like. Looming over the smaller, he'd reach for a dial on the stove, upping the temperature to its highest & pulling off the switch. "I've already found what I wanted."

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑@poisonedmoth.bsky.social · 4d ago

Hm? A voice? Unfamiliar, too. Turning around with a smile that's just too bright and friendly, the sense of danger and survival practically non existent. Lord help this idiot. "Well hi there! I don't think we met, friend! I'm just making s'mores. Do you want one?"

// I love when I know Mars is reading my stuff

—— @canadaclaws.bsky.social His body burst through walls, perfectly encompassing to his shape with eyes that gleamed bright in the pitch-black surrounding him. "Happy birthday to you.." He sang out in a low, guttural baritone that echoed through the halls as the students scattered & screamed ++

Standing in the doorway of the kitchen — the massive shadow lurked, drool dripping down his chin in hunger ... a hunger sated only by his murderous desires & even then satisfaction was short-lived. "What's cookin' good lookin'...?"

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑@poisonedmoth.bsky.social · 4d ago

Hum dedum hum. He's making smores. Good thing the stove is a gas one!

// AND NO THIS ISNT MCU AT ALL THEYRE NOT BROTHERS.

“Smells like death. Even worse —- smells like the kinda death only one man can do.” #TrialofTerror

// PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ MY CONTENT WARNINGS IN MY BIO!

"Come out and play, kiddies...! You an I are about to have some 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧." Claws dragged along the walls of the X-Mansion — marking into wood as though it were paper as he stalked through the halls with a animalistic snarl. "Let's not be shy — I ain't no big bad wolf. Heh . . . 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.“

Stalking his prey in the shadows, a beast who walked among men ... "Come out, come out wherever you are..." Cooed the mutant with thinly veiled bloodlust, his maw grinning to reveal razor sharp teeth hungry for flesh. Let the game of hide-and-seek begin with — 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 . . . #TrialofTerror

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝘢 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.❞