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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

-- @fourt asked: Rough Touch Starters [GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender. ═══CANON VERSE═══

Metallic fingers grasp into his pale skin, digging in tight to force the mage's clouded gaze to look at the mask before him, unable to see the finer details adorning it, but sensing the obsession and frustration underneath--or perhaps it was pride? His wide, everstaring eyes bore into the mask as his lips trembled underneath his gaze, letting the man's gaze caress his face like the summer's breeze kisses the flowers within the fields. A pale visage lay before him, blurred and only worsening...

Cerise began to stain the corners of his vision, the wound upon his neck was deep and sinfully elegant in its placement, a red rose blooming in the mesial crest of his throat. The stems of blood pooled in his collarbone and crawled up his flesh, it was almost beautiful; the way the crimson blossomed like petals opening in the sun. He imagined that, in this moment, to this man, he must appear like some delicate work of art, splattered with red paint and made to only be this way for the last few remaining moments of life. Anyone else would be gasping for breath, gargling prayers to the heavens, and yet...no such thing came from this victim.

No light was present to observed flickering out.

Part of Robin wondered if this man would be disappointed by such a thing, the show not ending as planned as the flowering wound slowly began to retract, its petals closing as though night had fallen upon it. He had been brought forcefully to the moment where words run dry, and no voice left him as he shifted. Defenseless and silent, Robin slowly began to lift his leg, barely remarking how the movement brushed against the man's inner thigh, their bodies ever so slightly entwining as he lay under him in the slightly damp grass that licked his clothing and neck. The motion was delicate, nothing but a whisper in comparison to the deafening gunshot that had placed him in such a position, and he slowly lifted his hand up to grasp his fingers around the stranger's wrist.

His touch did not even seem angry, no bubbling roll of heat lay under his fingertips as he finally swallowed down the last of the blood, a spectacle in its own right as it was made apparent in that moment; he had not blinked a single time. And as the artistic crime drew to a close, the slow growth of dread began; like briars cutting and slicing skin whilst in a rose garden. Why was he not dead? And why was his grip suddenly so tight, would he not let go?

"....Why...so silent, sir..? Did you think that you could snuff me out?"

Even more unnerving than the obvious situation, was the melodic lilt of his voice, as though a harp was being plucked between each syllable, breathy and soft, yet equally musical. Although, rather casually within the moment, he lifted his hand up to rub his eye, freeing it of the blood and giving him a moment of clarity. Cream engravings caught his attention first as he stared into the mask, noting how only one of its eyes had a glint within it. It was intricate and beautiful, in that moment, in this vision...there was music in his mind, and it seemed to disarm him as he breathed out a strange, sweet sigh.

"Well..? Am I given the permission to hear the voice of one so...thoughtful in his shot?"

And his fingers loosened.

[ra3kiv]

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[cobacou]

as time goes by

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: cannibal

[99redragons]

I've been working on a unified theory / If I make through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

[manofbeskar]

hawk-eyes mihawk, the marine hunter!

marine hunter 04

[sayruq]

[dragon-spaghetti]

So. The new episode huh

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Close ups;

[ehlihr]

WHEN YOU DIE || OFF Animatic

here’s my silly animatic i did over yesterday and today. hope u enjoy!

[jokamachai]

“LOOK AT THE SKY, MARTIN… IT’S LOOKING BACK!”

Hello son, I came back and brought the milk too!! Anyway yes I’m relistening to TMA (again) so there’s a chance that I’ll be posting some more art (maybe). Either way enjoy some delicious crazy Jon vibes!!

[nectardraws]

(tw blood // implied gore)

eye quit

[mouseshift]

[iztea]

୨୧ The apple of my—

[potato-lord-but-not]

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I

[gearbroth]

Comm work 💙