#apprehensivities

[grimowled]

@apprehensivities from x.

"BRAVO, THAT WAS quite the virtuoso performance!"

the enthusiastic clapping of the demon prince's taloned hands echoed eerily all around the stunned silence of recent death, as he sauntered in prowling semi-circles around the bashful musician and bona-fide director of the orchestra of sacrificial massacre around them; bodies lay scattered on the floor, bowed upon their discarded instruments, some with their hands uselessly reaching skywards in their final, gasping moments.

(as if anyone up there cared!)

first, four crimson slits burn like coals embedded within a deathly pale mask; an impossibly tall and other-worldly silhouette shrouded in an army of eldritch shadows heaving and slithering around him, trailing with every step and swish of his cloak as they danced with the flickering candlelight. the owl prince of the ars goetia finally came into full view and regal finery in the dimly lit, unhallowed grounds of the deconsecrated church.

"--and what a marvellous setting. I'm more of a violin enthusiast myself, but the organ does make for a gloriously rhapsodic entrance. it's been a while since someone used this particular ritual to sell their soul for musical prowess, no less. how poetic."

he cooed in unabashed delight, stopping short of the small human so that his sinister shadow covered him like a cold mantle. the ritual was rather old and full of whimsical flourish and dramatic flair, just as stolas had intended many moons before when he guided the hand that wrote it to summon him in a most triumphant fashion. it had been a long time since he'd felt the irresistible pull of a summoning, tearing at the seams of his essence, unmaking him to remake him on the earthly plane where his sacrifice of souls awaited.

(he'd been merciful - as beautiful as fresh blood looked, streaked across marble floors and spattered prettily upon the rotting stone of the faces of angelic statues, he allowed for the victims to keep their blood and organs within their bodies.)

he'd been since burning with curiosity as to who had pulled off such a feat-- only to find out it had been helplessly accidental, a child playing with a stick of dynamite.

(how titillatingly fun!)

the demon canted his crowned head, slender talons curling around his chin in thought as he mused and studied his latest summoner with a whetted predatory gaze, as if to pick him apart morsel by delicious morsel.

(could he be his type?)

"hm, looks like you didn't properly read the label though. it takes a rather large sacrifice to summon someone like me, you know ? oh, but don't you worry about the mess, my dear."

he made a vaguely sweeping gesture towards the remains of slaughter, unable to restrain a gleeful hoot before schooling his expression into one of fabricated sympathy for the musician's unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, depending on the prince's mood) plight.

"I assure you they barely suffered --well, at least compared to what they will experience once they've descended to hell. now.."

he clasped his taloned hands, shifting his mien into an amiably lighthearted one without warning, as if he were simply switching between theatrical masks.

"--onto business. what can this old owl do for you, my dear fellow ? "

[mafiafled]

@apprehensivities  ╱  starter  call.

“  actually,  did  you  know  that  the  phantom  of  the  opera  title  song  is  prerecorded?  ”  moxxie  can't  keep  his  voice  level,  he's  just  thrilled  to  be  able  to  talk  about  it.  “  christine  hits  the  highest  note  in  the  entire  show  at  the  end  of  it…  so  it's  prerecorded  to  help  prevent  voice  strain.  also,  during  the  title  song  when  you  see  them  descending  to  the  lair?  it's  not  actually  the  leads,  it's  body  doubles.  ”  a  deep  breath,  and  a  nervous  chuckle.  “  sorry,  shit,  i  could  go  on  forever…  i'll  stop,  i  promise.  ”

[xamassed]

⟬ @apprehensivities ⟭

"Woah, that's a huge case." It wasn't his first time witnessing someone lugging around an instruments, but it always amazed him that people willingly ( sometimes even happily ) did it. "What'cha got in there? It doesn't look guitar-shaped or anything."

[nighttero]

32 – a concerned starter

starter call 2.0

Things were bad. The music concert was in two weeks. The only reason Amano applied was because it would count toward her grades. She was nervous. She was a part of a group that played several musical instruments together. What if she messed up in front of everyone?

Amano held the bassoon up, she placed her lips on the double reed and a hand on the crutch. The sound of music could be heard. It was good but not perfect. She looked at Steyr for his opinion.

[triple-moon-rp]

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.”

Lua pouts, "I wasn't going to." She says that, but she was reaching for it unconsciously. "What even is it, anyway?"

[cxffeeshxp]

@apprehensivities

"In a fight, right?"

{{ L }} " ... "

[oars]

[dimensionzero]

now that he's managed to dodge all his canon event trauma I think pavitr should get a running joke where he's just immune to spider-man luck

[jokuvainart]

My surrealist art pieces

In order:

"Transparency of self"

"Parallel"

"Sinut"

"Flow of expression"

These ones differ a bit from the others but also have surrealist elements

"Memory"

"I'm still here, where you left me"

"Our antique sky"

My series "Apprehension"

"Exigency"

"Aconitum"

"Preponderant"

[count-skribula]

Déjà vu

[vsagis]

"Yes, it seems unlikely that we’ll get along well."

PATHOLOGIC 1 & 2 SENTENCE STARTERS.

"Most likely, yes." The man's arms remain crossed behind his back, yet despite the message such gestures usually convey, he doesn't seem taken aback. Instead, head tilted slightly to the side as he does so, he simply states: "And yet here you are."

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your most recent post I just made me think about John (because I’m always thinking about John) and if having his wrists pinned would freak him out. Like, the level of trust he would have to build with Oscar to give up what little control he does have, give up that little piece of autonomy he clings too. Idk your art makes me crazy and then I get thinking and here we are—

no you’re so right my god. I need to draw more of these three navigating being intimate because it makes me go INSANE. I need more John being reluctant to trust Oscar and Oscar being patient with him because he’s probably a little bit scared of him but also he knows what it’s like to be ignored and to lose some of your autonomy (I mean he’s coming from the religious trauma stand point but still you get me) NOW YOUVE GOT ME RAMBLING DAMN IT I need to draw them so bad

[xamassed]

⟬ @apprehensivities ⟭

" it's my bad attitude that keeps me young. " | to taishiro!

A deep, hearty laugh left the massive hero. He couldn't fault the young man for being honest. These days, it felt like a right of passage to be loud and abrasive. Taishiro wouldn't argue with him, and neither would be attempt to guide him with a heavy hand.

"It's all well and good lookin' young, but it's gonna come and bite ya later. No one's gonna believe ya when ya say you're past your thirties once ya reach that milestone. I might'a had it a little easier. Ain't thirty yet, but my size kind'a helps me out."

[varilien]

we just got to this episode yesterday HFKJDHFK

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hey goku what's this about huh

[poisonedspider]

"Unfortunately sounds about right." Angel's lips pushed together into a frown - he didn't know this guy, but the thought of anyone going through what he went through didn't sit right. He knew it happened, this was Hell after all, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. "Yeh' gotta be careful down here. Th' amount a' times ah've gotten roofied." He sighed, shaking his head. He always knew when it was happening, at least, unlike this guy named -

"Friedrich?" He had to stifle a giggle, giving an immediate nod. "Definitely callin' yeh' Fritz. Sounds a lot less like yeh' got a stick up yeh' ass." He smirked, not meaning to be terribly mean about it, but he figured that the other should learn that he was going to get a lot more unsavory types if he was giving that name to people. Though the fact that this guy didn't know who he was...

"Yeh' new here, ain't ya?" He blinked, finishing off his drink and licking over his lower lip. "Kinda a celebrity down here. Th' fact yeh' don't know me is pretty tellin'." Not even a brag, just simple fact. He flagged down the bartender for another drink, magenta hues moving over to the other. "Really, don't worry about it. Ah'm kind of on this whole...path tah' redemption thing. Tryin' tah' do good deeds and all. Someone has tah' in this literal Hellhole."

"Well, I wasn't the one to order the drink. I'm pretty sure that I was given something to get me as shitfaced as possible in the least amount of time." And, of course, that would probably lead to more unsavory things in the not-too-distant future if he didn't pace himself with that bitter drink. Not to mention, the pressure that was being put on him with the, ah . . . Would-be exploiter of drunkenness.

But, then again, playing everything by ear and rolling with the punches are some of his only means to actually make it in a place like this, whether he likes it or not. His comfy-cozy days back on Earth are, in fact, behind him at this point - even if he hasn't been in Hell for that long.

. . . Angel Dust? Ah. That seems, uh.. Very on-brand with Hell. "My name's Friedrich. Or Fritz, if you'd prefer something with one syllable and less pretentious vibes." He raises and lowers his shoulders in a little shrug and rakes a hand through his fluffy brown locks. "Thanks for sticking up for me, by the way." As hard as it is to be someone like him in Hell, and with the amount of less than savory people, it's especially nice to have someone at least try to keep it from being a total living hell.

Though, judging from the look on Fritz's face, it's clear that there are some thoughts going on back there. More specifically, he's trying to think of a proper way to repay him for that small act of kindness. Hum . . .