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"We gotta stop meeting like this, vampy. Word gets around fast."
@vtriol
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Wanted to share this rad design my bestie ( @lordknave / @killrate ) did of my son!
I've spoken about it a little bit before but at the moment I'm working up a verse where "Scaramouche" is split off from Tetsuya in some form of freak accident and/or forcibly taken out of him. In this verse both Tetsuya AND Scaramouche co-exist physically (since canon-wise Scaramouche still exists, it was just the perception of him that got wiped).
Still working out lots of details but this is Scaramouche's design in said verse compared to Tetsuya's! Scaramouche has the tendency of always wearing a hood and a mask because he's privy of the fact that there's another "him" out there.
#out.#verse tag pending.#hall of fame.#working out lil details if#he goes back to the fatui or not or stays rogue (leaning towards rogue)#and he'll definitely not keep the name 'scaramouche' either#might just stick to kunikuzushi#but like i said still in the works and wanted to share cause this is really awesome!#my bestie's work is great
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@d4ngerous asked: ❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜
THE CORNER OF LIPS TURNED UPRIGHT IN A SMIRK. not so delicate fingers placed her weapon down once making sure the building they were in was now well secured with no prior threat. of course, there were still some noises outside the house, the ganados were hungry for more blood after all. the broken window they were in front of and trying to avoid was certainly no help to either of them.
" you know, you're not the first man to tell me this... " the smirk remains plastered on the spy's face, finally allowing herself to inhale. luis was close to her, she could feel the heat radiating off his body from the battle they just did and the circumstances of this moment. " and when that happens more tend to regret not letting it happen... the excitement of it all, you know? " her hand pats his cheek gently, before sliding to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair for a moment pretending to use him for leverage of getting her heel out of a ganado's head. " so sorry about that. " missions were important, but ada was certainly a selfish woman at the end of the day.
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a starter for @ofmold / starter call.
gentle fingers dance along rosemary’s face, emitting gentle giggles from the four year old. hearing the laughter from her daughter is one of mia’s favorite sounds, something she’ll never tire of. and she knows that it’s something she’ll be so thankful that she’s able to hear. “so rosemary,” mia starts to talk to the little girl as she hoists her up in her arms, walking over to the living room where ethan is laying on the couch. “i know we promised your dad he can rest today, but i don’t know -- that just seems boring.” a grin on her face and the teasing in her voice shows that she’s enjoying this.
“do you think you can convince your father to go on a walk with us and get some fresh air?” mia’s eyebrow is raised as she gently plops the four year old on ethan’s chest, hands resting on the back of the couch now as she’s gazing at her husband. “what do you say? i don’t know if you could say no to that little face.”
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❝ ―― anyone wanna go halfway on
that hot dog special at katz's deli? ❞
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@lcftyambiticns continued from here:
Lorroakan rarely left his tower —— why would he risk getting stabbed in the back by some lunatic when he had his minions assistants to run errands for him?
Today, however, his presence was required at the Counting House, and he was dead set on taking his frustrations out on the next innocent employee and letting them know that his VALUABLE TIME wasn't to be SQUANDERED.
He paused when he spotted yet another execution notice hanging on a wall. This city was truly going to the dogs...
' You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. '
Initially ignoring the voice, Lorroakan suddenly felt someone staring at him. Was HE being addressed? With a perplexed frown, he slowly turned his head.
What in the nine hells... The audacity of some people!!
The wizard blinked, taken aback and bewildered, as he gazed at the pale man who was shamelessly ogling him.
". . . . I beg your pardon??" He wasn't flattered ( perhaps a little ), but offended and felt his cheeks flushing.
"I suggest you cease gawking at me if you value your well-being," he snapped, distaste and disdain his voice; clearly flustered unnerved by the . . . unexpected attention.
His left eyebrow raised at the threat — or was it more self-defense on the other’s part? Both could be applicable depending on how the remark had been received. Perhaps his tone hadn't come across as he had expected.
"My well-being? I doubt you could do much to me," he said with a smile, a simple shrug of his shoulders while Tareque rested his arms on the table in front of him. It wasn't even a remark of arrogance, just simple fact. This form would be destroyed, but it would only come back stronger.
"Besides, it was a compliment," the lich added, gold eyes looking the man up and down without a hint of subtly. "But now you're looking at me like you just had a pointy stick shoved up your ass, so I may need to retract it."
He wouldn't. The sentiment was still accurate, but how dull would it be to simply walk away without causing more of a fuss? The fact was that Tareque was merely that damned bored, and Lorroakan was providing a pleasant view of a distraction from it.
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new thinblood malkavian boy Tag Wilson
#digital#ocs#vtm#vtm oc#vampire the masquerade#malkavian#digital art#artists on tumblr#he's in a cyberpunk verse#nickname pending#in my mind Tag is one of those dumb names that's come about that parents give their kids#2024#tag wilson
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@metaladam said: "No joking around here, Carmilla Carmine." He respected this sinner, they were crafty and precise in how they fought. He didn't come here to have fun, he came here to end the threat she represented. "You have to die, and you know why."
"I'm surprised it took Heaven nearly 70 years to get off their asses to do something about it." She damn well knew why he was here. Carmilla never hid the fact that she sold angelic weapons to both sinners and hellborns alike. The kind of power that could kill high-ranking demons and angels was sure to catch Heaven's attention eventually.
She knew this day this day would come.
"Then you must know I won't go down so easily." She hid her apprehension well as she got into a fighting stance. Carmilla truly had no idea if she would survive this, but she would give everything she had. He daughters needed her.
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" piloting SAM means death for the wearer. Please don't get in the mecha "
#･｡ * ｡ ☆ * :: (( crack ))#･｡ * ｡ ☆ * :: ((dash commentary))#･｡ * ｡ ☆ * :: sam#･｡ * ｡ ☆ * :: firefly#･｡ * ｡ ☆ * :: verse tag pending | our story has yet to be told |
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Children Of A Golden World
In following a legendary age - an age in which the leaders of that age lived up to their mythos and in point of fact, far surpassed it - how might you build your own lives? All the children of King Thomas I and Queen Mihrimah faced this question in their own ways and while they are not their parents (for who could be) they are still in their own ways, extraordinary people.
(A Study Of Royal Childhood Post The Great Settlement: 1533-1600)
Turhan/Thomas (b 1556): Turhan Prince Of England. Crown Prince Of Albion. Prince Tom. Hani. King Thomas II. Turhan The Just. His Most Gracious & Faithful Servant Of Allah. The Infidel Half Breed.
Maryam (b. 1559): Maryam, Princess Of England, Princess May. Meri. Empress of Persia. The Wise And Just Empress Maryam. My Most Beloved Rose Of A Wife.
Suleiman (b. 1562): Suleiman Prince of England. Prince Sul. Little Bear. My Little Magnificent. Duke of Oxford. The Second Son. Warrior Of The White Rose.
Halim/Henry (b. 1565): Henry Prince Of England. Prince Hal. My Most Wise Cousin. Grand Vizier To Sultan Mehmed III. Pasha of the Ottoman Empire. Little Hal. Halim.
Ayşe/Anne (b. 1570): Ayşe Princess Of England. The Thorny Twin. Little Tiger Cub. Sharp Tongued Poet. Ani. Beloved Lady Of My Lady Exeter.
Esther (b.1570): Esther Princess Of England. The Sweet Twin. Little Petal. Duchess of Cambridge. Gentle One. Flower Of England. The Jews Wife. The Halfbreed.
#lil and her ridiculous aus#ot3: political power trio#tudors ot3 verse reference#pending graphic tag#children of a golden world#lils edits#I can tell you a bunch of things about them but still figuring out#tudorsedit
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@multistories Cont. from Here.
Alright .. fair she supposes. She had been .. a little rude, but in her defense it's not really every day someone inhuman suddenly shows up in front of her. Rubbing her temples, she tries to take a deep breath. She's probably lucky she wasn't killed on the spot in the first place.
" Look, I don't see demons everyday, sure I don't know what to expect when it comes to appearances but uh .. Most .. books often say demons are like .. red and whatnot. I guess the horns are pretty on point? So like, I wasn't trying to offend you or anything, you're just, not what I expected ..? "
There's no way she's getting out of this without sounding offensive. She really needs to stop messing with stuff she's not supposed to anyway that gets her into situations like these.
#head in hands#i hope i read the bio right#im SO sorry if i got this wrong#if you need me to change anything feel free to let me know }}#multistories#★ ►𝓐𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮◄ ⌠Nimue Umiko ⌡#verse tag pending#★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡
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@lasplaga asked: " Why do you defy me? Have you no compassion? "
hah. a harsh laugh escaped red lips. this was the funniest joke that she’s heard in a while. “ oh... i’m so sorry. i know laughing at you also doesn’t show the compassion. “ heels click on the surface as she walks a bit closer to saddler. the great lord saddler. black gloved fingers wrap around her gun, but she doesn’t hold it up to him, she doesn’t truly defy him -- not quite yet.
“ it’s nothing personal of course, precious. “ the voice that leaves her lips almost sounds like a mother talking to her baby. “ i just think it’s finally time i take what is mine and leave. “ a pause as she tilts her head to the side, a smirk toying at edges of her lips. “ i’m sure you understand. “
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Human facade reference that I had forgotten to post D:
#(( in the court of law: sir 'i am baby' is not a valid defense against your charges ))#♛ ¦ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐄! ༺ mun's art.#;references#𝚅 𝟶𝟼. ⟅ i have been here as i am a thousand times ⟆#𝚅 𝟶4. ⟅ to swim in samsara again ⟆#( main verse tag pending )
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@twcbelts asked " you keep saying and doing things like this, i might just end up pregnant. "
he might have a problem, and that was his need to keep his cock nestled within her walls, feeling the way she would fit so snug around him as he'd keep fucking up into her, keeping his seed right where the more feral side of himself wanted it. he had a deep desire to fill her up, have her round with his baby. he'd just murmured about stuffing her full when she spoke up, her words sending an almost primal urge through his veins though he knew she meant them mostly in jest.
she was pressed back to his chest, thighs spread wide to open her up for brutal thrusts. hand had encircled her throat as she finished speaking, not squeezing too tight but pressing just enough that she knew how fucking close he was to doing just that. his free hand slid down the front of pale torso, calloused digits finding her clit and circling in a teasing manner. "you'd love that wouldn't you, gatita? be round with my baby," there was a hint of dark need within his voice, the man damn near feral at the thought of her pregnant with his baby.
#twcbelts#˖ ✧ interactions » ( dominik mysterio )#˖ ✧ replied » ( dominik mysterio )#˖ ✧ otp tag pending » ( mun stuff )#˖ ✧ verse tag pending » ( mun stuff )#˖ ✧ not safe for tumblr » ( mun stuff )#tw: breeding kink#tw: pregnancy
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@infernalxmachinery cont.:
Karlach looked down at the....elf? At least she thought he was an elf. He's elf-shaped in any case. Her tankard made a quiet thunk as it hit the bartop beside her. She had hoped going to the Mermaid on a quiet night would mean less people. She was sorely mistaken.
"You have no idea how bad of an idea I am, promise ya that."
Dammon had managed to get her stable but...she was still blistering anyone who managed to get too close. Thankfully not nearly as bad as a few months ago. She hadn't managed to set anything on fire recently, so that's a bonus.
Regardless, she was still lonely and most people avoided the giant tiefling like the spellplague.
Perhaps it hadn't been the most eloquent remark on the lich's part, but at least she hadn't veered away from the crass nature of it. Karlach wasn't the only one that people actively made to avoid, so her response intrigued him far more than it probably should have.
In his case, it was typically the lingering scent of musty graverot and the chilling presence that granted the lich a wide berth by the public.
"See, that's precisely the thing you shouldn't say to someone who's curiosity is too tempting for their own good," he pointed out with a widening smile.
Regardless of what developed from this, Tareque was never one to turn away pleasant conversation with a stranger. Even if by using lewd commentary as an ice-breaker. Hell, sometimes that was the most interesting way to strike up a meeting.
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She had finally found that book those wraths longed for, she knew it she would find it but knowing and having proof were diffrent. Still nye walked with such ease even as she noticed the presence that was standing on the edge of the light.
As the last words left her lips one by one the wraths passed on willingly leaving her hold on them.
Reading by firelight seemed to be these lost souls wants so she didn't mind it. But the being who was observing them seemed to observe ? No, they were watching with ....interest?
" Greetings "
@warriorsofcrimsonrealms // starter
#🌸ﾟ･｡ * ｡ ☆ * : i will travel far beyond the path of reason ( nye )#🌸ﾟ･｡ * ｡ ☆ * : an endless dream that seems to continue : ( verse tag pending)
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