❝So, how's that like... work?❞

Tapping the end of his pen against the counter as he asks. He knows demons can change form, he could- kinda, technically-, his mom could not that he's ever seen her, and like surely a lot of them could. But how do piercings not transfer? Maybe he should've asked that before, better late than never yeah.

❝Does the metal like fuckin', pop out or something? Did you waste like at least a hundred I would say on the cheap end on piercings just to lose them next time you want to look like someone else?❞

@heincus.

" it's deeper than that. " strahd is admittedly impressed. most people have usually succumbed to one of three things by this point. they have failed the charisma check and are frightened of him. he's drank them dry ( still on the table. ) or they've attacked him. the boring route. most adventurers don't even make him break a sweat. though anya and cordova do a good job sorting the riff raff out of the castle and eating the weak ones. delirium seems transfixed by their drawing in strahd's estimations.

it's tantalizing. being the muse again. he hasn't been in so long. not since his last bride, his beloved, forlorn and disloyal emil. oh how he missed the presence of art in the process. he thinks as delirium stays completely focused on the task at hand. but he then answers. " i can feel them. the sufferings of their people. the blood in her soil. the choking of the mists. the choking from my own fingers. it's difficult to feel all at once. " / @heincus gets a continuation

plotted starter for @heincus

She felt like she'd spent an eternity in that domain. Running around, fighting off monsters, searching desperately for the exit. She'd never encountered a domain this incredibly hostile before-- but eventually she made it out.

Although... the exit didn't take her to the place she'd entered. She stumbled out into an alleyway and collapsed, the exit closing behind her. She didn't have a clue where she was, and nothing looked familiar... but she was too exhausted to give it any more thought.

The fighting and constant running had left her injured and exhausted, so much so she couldn't find the strength to even attempt getting up again. A small voice in her head was telling her it still wasn't safe here, that she needed to find shelter somewhere before she could rest. But even those thoughts faded after a few moments, and she finally gave into her overwhelming need to sleep.

@heincus / sc.

            she can hear the shuffle of steps in the dimly lit darkness . . . she can only see as far as her hands could reach  ,  her room lit by candles that never seem to go out  .  lifting her head  ,  golden eyes fall upon her  ❛  visitor  ❜  as they approached her  .  a small smile on baiyin's lips that barely reaches her eyes  ,  hands folded atop her lap  ,  a tilt of her head has her silver hair tumbling to the side like a waterfall  .  ❝  a rare visitor . . .  ❞  she coos  ,   ❝  i don't get many of those here . . .  ❞  the goddess muses softly  ,   ❝  to what do i owe of this pleasure  ??  ❞

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“Immediately sending me away?” – she laughed as Moon suggested she should have returned to the crowd – “Don’t you think I also might want a minute of solitude? Unless you are waiting for someone and my company…complicate your plans.” – she chuckled softly – “And anyway you’re probably more awaited there than I am.”

“The sender of this letter…”

The mention of smoking made her frown a bit. She did have an allergy for cigarette smoke; usually nothing too disturbing, but at times it did cause her to cough heavily. Embarrassing every time. Fortunately, they were outside. She leaned at the wall, it was chilly, she hugged herself with her slender arms: --

“I am going to stay here for a few moments… We can pretend the other does not exist. Just don’t blow the smoke into my face. Otherwise, I should be fine.”

She didn’t like people ordering her around. Why did this stranger think he had a right to do so?

" i'm going to take a nap and not going into torpor because i'm not a real vampire. " xypherine exclaimed. only half lying. / for @heincus

📝for hokori or marchosias, your choice

Throw a 📝 to my inbox and I'll have Raum "handwrite" a short little something pertaining to your muse. // @heincus

a prayer! - A body to crawl into (to grow into?) a prayer! - a dead language we refuse to let go of, a prayer! - a language of the dead that we refuse to let go of. ... Rage! - that is love, rotten! Rage! - that is desire, rotten! Rage! - like a prayer, unanswered, ricocheting from your ceiling and landing right onto your eyes, never quite reaching where it was meant to.

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . marlon to makoto?

 ㅤ⁺₊ ﹙ㅤkiss & tell   //  @heincusㅤ﹚

ㅤㅤㅤnormally Makoto would hate to put himself in such situations , smack dab in the most popular nightclub in the area at its peak hours . if it weren’t for his teammates’ idea of scoping the area out best by ‘ infiltration ’ if they could even call it that , he would be sitting under a fan right now , sorting out the endless paperwork thrown on his desk . instead he was nearly crushed between throngs of people dancing and cheering , enjoying himself way less than one would expect coming all the way here , not to mention the knitted vest he had worn tonight was making him start to sweat even sooner . 

ㅤㅤㅤit was stifling , and it was annoying , the passing glances - head to toe - burning him in place the way they either smiled , winked , or even raised a suspicious eyebrow . the way some nudged him on the way past , or danced too close into his personal space to not be intentional .

ㅤㅤㅤhe looked a little lost as he looked up and around , for an exit or for someone he knew , his partners off enjoying themselves way too much to pay the slightest attention to him save for another familiar face he had caught a few glances of just as he had came in , though he wasn’t sure when Marlon had gotten this close from the much farther end when they first caught sight of each other earlier , the other man and his almost signature wink and smirk lingering in the back of his mind until this point they met again .

ㅤㅤㅤit was almost a reflexive action the way Makoto leaned back slightly when Marlon closed their distance even more , trapped between him and the wall of moving people . there was a stutter that trailed off into a sigh before it could escape him , for Marlon had already pressed his lips against his own , his hand on the back of Makoto’s neck to pull him closer . it must be the heady alcohol , the crowd , the loud music , something was making him a little lightheaded , the way his heart thumped against his chest . it felt like anticipation . like waiting for something more .

❝ do you enjoy your time here?? ❞ asks hatanaka, shutting his book. admittedly, he's been studying at the academy since primary age, but he's finding it difficult to assimilate amongst his ... less human classmates. the ones that are human are incredibly gifted, far beyond his skill, and he finds himself more drawn to traditional studies than not. he's good at those. the sight only provides him so much access into social circles, despite his relatively good looks and high marks. he's been running track recently, but he is no competition for the true runners. it was supposed to make him feel normal. ❝ do you like it here? at this place? ❞ // * @heincus liked for an academy starter and got (post-secondary student) hatanaka yori !!

@heincus​  ;  [ RESOLUTE ] sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.    Kass to Beck

PROMPTED — MEME ! 

      IT’S PITCH BLACK by the time Beck jolts awake. His pulse echoes in his ears, and a hand stretches behind, fingers brushing over a mound underneath the covers. At least Kass is here and this isn’t some kind of freaky nightmare where he wakes up and he’s still being haunted. 

     Knowing his roommate is the lightest sleeper of all time, Beck leaves the bed, fingers raking through his hair as he shuffles from the bedroom, leaving the door cracked. In dim lighting, he heaves a sigh and clears his dry throat, ignoring the clock as he passes by. All he needs is a little water and he’ll try to sleep again. He grabs a glass and fills it up, only to stop when he notices the bedroom door opening. 

     Out ambles Kass, red hair sticking everywhere, eyes half closed. Beck sets the water down and steps from the kitchen to meet them, but before any questions can leave his mouth, he freezes. Arms wrap around his neck and hold tight, rendering him silent. Still. Hands raise. 

     No, no, no, no. 

     “  Kass,  ” he whispers, chin lifting to avoid any accidents. Where is this coming from? Are they even awake? Shit. “  Let go. . .  ” It almost ends in a question, because it’s the opposite of what he wants. He wants more. He’s always wanted more. His quiet plea is ignored, and as their bodies press, his willpower dwindles, hands dropping at his sides. 

     “  This isn’t fair,  ” he mumbles. They know how he feels, they have to know, right? Is he allowed to cave this one time? Just one time, and he won’t ever do it again. Beck envelops them in his arms, holding close, and buries his face into their neck. They’re so warm. Here, his shoulders lower, relaxing. No one has ever latched onto him like this, held him like this. 

      “  Please be awake, ” he says, tender. Begging. “  I want to kiss you so bad.  ”     

❛ My light. My August. ❜ From Silver, who looks so pleased. He's absolutely cupping August's face in his hands, smiling so sweetly.

𝐢𝐰𝐭𝐯 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

His light... His August. Such a simple choice of word and yet it threw him off entirely, set a fire within his heart, and what felt like his face as well. His eyes darting from Silver's face, so endearing and beautiful, off to the hand on the side of his face. For someone who claimed to be burdened by such things he was enjoying it far more than expected, pressing his face deeper into Silver's hand.

For once he didn't have the words. It was new to him. Sure, he had been in a relationship before, one that was just as loving and understanding but look how that turned out... Many things were firsts with Silver, and in his mind he was more than blessed to have it be so. Though he didn't have the words to express his thoughts in the moment he did have actions still, placing a hand of his own unto Silver's placing a kiss upon his wrist.

@heincus.

"i should've let you die , but i chose to protect you ." from Delirium, bloody and bruised. His needles are slowly tucked away in his sleeves, the eye on the back of his cloak glowing.

" come here, sweet boy. " strahd says raising from the coffin. so it's true. the great heros. those miserable do gooders had finally fucking freed him? those idiots and their plans to save everyone. had overlooked one thing in their plans to release barovia from him and kill him. his sweet boy saving him. because even when you're monstrous vampire baron who has ruled for centuries, sometimes. some fucking times. you get lucky enough to be loved.

strahd pulls himself out of the coffin. he's not barovia anymore. he can't feel her weight on his heart. but he can feel delirium here. perhaps, perhaps. this is a gift. " the sun is out isn't it? "

💭 silver?

@heincus 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

"I should remember to tell him how much he means to me more often. I never want to take family for granted again..."

❝It's just a little bit of blood I won't be dying at your feet, promise.❞

@heincus o.

@heincus replied:

vlos patting lyrics head. "I'd call you handsome."

-> They're turn a bit pink, blinking big eyes up at him. Their expression seems a lot like adoration that he's praising them.

"You think so? I don't think I look like much at all. Just... "Lyric", you know?"

❝It's only a little blood, it never killed anyone.❞

@heincus.