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[draconicfool]

     “ Oh shove it. ” He chuckled, leaning back in his seat to pull a cigarette from his coat. Amethyst eyes glancing up as he lit and took a drag from the item in question. An inhale before the smoke rolls from his mouth and he looks up at the ceiling. Other hand pushing his glasses away from his face and into his hair. “ Don't ask me that question. ”

     Underground doctor. Long nights. It was part of the routine. Always someone being brought into the back of the house. It was one of the reasons Eros was glad he lived where he did. Even if people saw all the people being ushered in, nobody was dumb enough to snitch him out to the cops. Most of the people around here were too poor to afford proper care in one of those fancy hospitals anyway. So letting the doctor be was in everyone's best interest. Especially when he didn't charge most people for his services unless they could afford to.

     “ Mhmm, ya and every other man that wants t' pick me up. ” As if it was just an average part of life at this point. Though, most people tended to be off put by those tired eyes and the attitude he took when they tried to get rowdy. “ Y'know I don't do house calls, right? I have too much on m'plate and too many people that could jus' show up. ‘sides, I gotta make some ’rounds in th' neighborhood later and make sure people have their medication. ”

@onikingitto || c.

[nightmarebound]

@trxvelingnightmxre​ said:  " i was born to privilege , and with that comes responsibility . "( hornet to whomever . )

     “ . . . YOU WERE, WEREN’T YOU? ”  it is hard to miss the way the halfling carries herself; harder to miss the crawling sense of divinity within. god-vessel peers down at her with somber curiosity; how young. surely not much older than hallownest itself  —  or what remained, anyway. grimm hums.  “ i see him in you. his POWER. ah, you’ve grown  —  i’m sure you must remember me, though i was not around for very long when you were small. why else would you be here? ”

     AH  —  he’s beginning to RAMBLE. that won’t do; he must always be the most dignified in the room. the weaverling may have CLASS, but NOT SO MUCH as his own. it is easier to think about that, rather than the miserable state in which he’d left the kingdom that first time. how pitiful, that one of the wyrm’s children would see to guarding the remnants of it. such a kingdom deserved to be forgotten — it was forfeit from the start.

     “ i know well the chains of responsibility, ”  he murmurs, drawing himself up.  “ it is a solemn thing to carry. do you ever do anything for yourself? ”  

[erthlyheavn]

"My! Bakugo-kun sure is rather opinionated."

[yyamask]

that undead guy running your local tourist trap

[thesealingarrow]

"With the autumn coming, there's sure to be an influx of wildlife that ordinarily would remain underground to keep cool."

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@dark-ambition​​ plotted for a starter!

"HIJO DE PUTA!" Vaggie growled, stabbing the canine sinner multiple times in his abdomen. He finally, finally doubled over, blood pouring out from the wounds she inflicted on him. 

She had been on her way home from work in the early morning hours. Not exactly the best time for a woman to walk home. Especially in a place like Hell. But she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Still, she always remained hypervigilant on her trek home.

It didn't take her long to realize the canine sinner had been following her for the last couple of blocks from the club she worked at. She told him she was off the clock and to fuck off. He didn't take too well to that.

It brought her immense satisfaction to see the life slowly leave his eyes as he laid in a bloody heap on the ground.

Vaggie hissed in the pain, bringing a hand up to her stomach. She may have this fight but she didn't come out unscathed. The fucker managed to break one of her ribs, along with leaving multiple cuts and bruises across her body, and a couple of bloody bite marks along her shoulder.

She dreaded having to find a hospital now in the middle of the night. Maybe there was a clinic nearby?

[desafrey]

@ignisxcor

' i'm not irrational. ' spoon is waved slightly, before shoved into what remains of a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. ' i get that he didn't intentionally - ' she's moving to grab another spoonful of ice cream. she's not a mess. she's not ! ' he has been with me long enough to know that despite how heartless i attempt to be, i do still have feelings. ' spoon is pointed at him. ' don't tell anyone. '

[shadovan]

Astarion’s eyes were as glowing orange as the rest of Cazador’s spawn. His sclera, black. It meant the spawn was recently given a command. His body moved of its own accord against any type of will he may possess. The ashen pallor of his face tainted by blood. He listed to one side when he walked. A stumble before righting himself. Tareque would know him as Cazador’s ‘favorite’. The one whose screams often resounded throughout the palace.

And the lich was blocking the doorway of where he needed to go. “The master beckons me to his side. Move, would you?” Astarion’s voice broken and browbeaten this evening. Perhaps a lot to do with how he really wasn’t present in his own mind. He’d just come from servicing one of Cazador’s acquaintances.

@apalestar Dik.

His first reaction to the sight of stumbling. He put a hand out to aid him, then second-guessed his own actions. Tareque glanced over his shoulder, as if checking to make certain Cazador wasn't shadowing the two of them to some degree -- Not that he had anything scandalous in mind. For once.

The lich drifted backwards in the air, eyeing Astarion with a combination of curiosity and concern. He had seen this one around before; Cazador seemed to hold him in very high regard, though Tareque had never inquired as to why. Nor did he assume he would be given the honest answer even if he did ask.

"Right... Of course." A pause, followed with hesitation. "Would you... like some assistance?" He finally questioned, drifting backwards to make room for Astarion to pass by. He sincerely doubted it would be accepted; he could see that orange glow of compulsion and it was enough to make him inwardly sigh.

Regardless of what entertainment he found in keeping company with Cazador, ignoring the fact that most of the vampire lord's vicious deeds left Tareque entirely unphased in the apathy that lichdom granted him, he still loathed to see people actually leashed into mental servitude for amusement or selfish purpose.

Gold eyes skimmed Astarion and he drew a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to him with a whisper, gesturing to the blood. "For your face, poppit."

[draconicfool]

     “ Don't y'have work t' do? What's got ya botherin' li'l ol' me again? ”

@lairofmuses || sc.

[erthlyheavn]

I genuinely think this would be Liv and Lyla's dynamic in my Lyla's Doc Ock verse.

Inspired by this amazing fanart.

[draconicfool]

"'m proud t' still be alive-."

There had, after all, been a time after Alexi got sick that he felt lost. Hopeless. A span of time where he wanted nothing more than to go, too. And yet there was the chance meeting on the subway. Where a pair of strangers who'd ridden together for months finally noticed each other. And- and then that black and white life he'd been living had color again. That was worth something, right-?

"I c'n see- I c'n see things clearly. I c'n see colors I didn't even know existed and hear sounds and- and music that wasn't real b'fore, Lucan. Don't y'get that?"

❝And you're proud of this?❞

His voice cold as he asks. A shared small space, being watched like a spectacle, offering only a moment of emptiness before going back to the same boring life. Where was the pride in that? For a life he had made for himself it was a rather pathetic one.

❝Have all of the things we were taught gone out of your mind the moment you left? Had they meant anything to you to begin with?❞

[infernal-feminae-archived]

Captured Sentence Starters

@lust-sinner​ said:  "Aw it's too tight? Good." For vaggie

Vaggie glared at him, uselessly tugging at her restraints. It was tight enough that it was rubbing her skin raw if she moved even a little.

Of course she tried to escape again. Only to be dragged right back by Asmodeus. She would then act compliant for a little while, until the sin did something to reignite the flames of her anger and then she in turn did something to piss him off. And the cycle continued until it became a routine of sorts.

[shadovan]

‘ what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck. ’ (from Alea lol)

@championsofthegate (Alea) having a perfectly acceptable reaction

The words startled the lich, looking to the source of them... then he presented a smile with a hint of chagrin. "Don't worry, I will clean it up."

There was an absurd amount of blood sprayed across the dirt path, and nearly as much covering Tareque, himself. Not a drop of it seemed to have been from him, but the unseen bodies that had been disposed of by that point.

Aside for the human heart he held in his hand, rather too casually. Uncertain what was the proper response in that particular situation, he quietly cleared his throat... then offered the heart toward them. "You can have it if you want, I suppose."

[infernal-feminae]

Charlie tried to ignore the red mist surrounding her, and how familiar it felt to the red mist she was sure saw in her dream, or was it a hallucination? Maybe a bit of both.

She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes at his words.

No takebacks, princesa...

She knew that, but now that he said it himself only hammered the harsh reality was that what she was doing couldn't be undone. It would be absolutely final.

Charlie reminded herself one last time she was doing this for Angel. As long as he could be free then this would all be worth it. He deserved to be happy in his afterlife.

Opening her eyes, red had now bled into her vision, her horns growing from her head, now in her half-transformed state in emphasize the seriousness of her decision. She looked at the glowing, gold paper and feather quill. Grabbing the quill, she looked towards Valentino, determination written across her features.

"I understand." She looked back towards the paper and pressed the quill to the dotted line.

Charlotte Morningstar

Valentino gasped in surprise, widening his eyes with the offer Charlie just gave him. He knew she would try something to get Angel out of the deal, but something this big wasn't on his mind.

"Reaaly ~~?" He asked with a devilish smirk rapidly growing on his lips, the smoke seemed to embrace Charlie. Long tendrils of red mist gently but quickly surround the princess. "A soul for a soul?"

The overlord uncrossed his legs, placing both hands on the table, salivating with all the possibilities that were twirling inside his head.

"You know this contract is forever binding. No takebacks, princesa."

The overlord didn't want to say too much, in case she changed her mind, quickly making up a golden piece of paper to appear on top of the desk.

By signing this contract. The soul bearer gives up on the entirety of their soul to Valentino.

In exchange for their soul, the entirety of the soul of Anthony, also known as Angel Dust will be freed from Valentino.

This contract is final and follows any law of Soul Contracts.

The paper floats in front of Charlie, a piece of feather floating near it.

"Angel soul, for yours. The deal is simple."

[draconicfool]

     The small doctor looked up at the other, seemingly so unimpressed. One leg crossing over the other as if he were thinking about it. Contemplating the choice that he was given. As if it were quite the tempting offer. Especially given he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been eyeing the Oni that stuck around so constantly. Funny how that worked out, wasn't it? “ Ain't y'worried someone'll walk right in? We're in th' clinic still after all. ” He teased, letting his coat slip off of his shoulders as he got out of his chair.

     Those lithe and steady fingers running up the taller male's thigh. Purposefully skirting around where he knew attention was wanted. His free hand reaching to pull his hair from its bun as he dropped to his knees in front of the other. Glasses pushed back to keep pink locks away from his face. Those bright amethyst eyes so focused on the other as he leaned forward to nuzzle almost sweetly against the other's growing arousal.

     “ See? That wasn't so hard, now was it, boss? ” Eros hummed, now bringing his hands up to the other's belt. Tapping his nails against the cool metal. “ C'n I get a please, too? ”

@onikingitto || c.

[erthlyheavn]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

@infinitelycomplexpuzzles said: Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon? For Liv!

"I'm a knife-"

"She's the little spoon~!"

"-LYLA!"

"What? I'm right, aren't I?"