#exsecrated

[lunima]

smooches her nose,

// ☾ unsolicited softness ⇢ @exsecrated

SAID  NOSE  SCRUNCHES,  as does the rest of her face as a melodious laugh bubbles from between her lips. it’s brazen contact, her keepers would be aghast at his gall. he might even have been BURNED ALIVE for daring to touch her with such familiarity. especially without their explicit consent ( as well as hefty payment ) Ezra allows it GLADLY though, going as far as to stand on her toes the moment she sees him bend to reach her upturned face. 

        in reply, her nose nuzzles a stubbled cheek, wrapping her arms around him in a TIGHT HUG before landing back on the balls of her feet. The moon feels the weight of centuries lift from her shoulders as she smiles up at him, half tempted to curl herself against his side and just rest there. There was SAFETY in his presence. In his embrace. She laps it up greedily like a starving animal. How long had it been since she’d met someone that would not USE her, that would not wound her. Forever and a day, to be certain. He might refuse the mantel of defender, he was most certainly her hero ( & she made damn sure he knew it too )

[sovereight-blog]

“ MMMMM , i don’t think so. try again , trevor. ” @exsecrated

[brutlista]

     “     oh . didn’t     ---     didn’t like that .     “     a silly thing to stammer , it’s true and he knows it , but it’s not every day that jacob heugh comes within a hair’s breadth of the undesirables some folks would call the boogeyman , demons , the what have you . he’s lucky he’ll walk away with only a bit of spittle splattered over his coat , and rattled nerves . at least , he thinks he gets to walk away . he hates to think of who he had pissed off , to come so close to nearly shitting himself .       he hates , to think of his children .     “     ---     did i ? did i make it ? am i dead ?     “  

@exsecrated // starter

[aithreachas-a]

      This was decidedly not how he wanted to spend his day. All he wanted to do was go sit in a tavern and drink until his head pounded as much as his chest did. It beat against the curve of his ribcage, slow and steady reminding him he was there, he was alive.

He survived. He always survived.

He hated it.

But no fate seemed to have other ideas because now he was standing on the road looking up to a decrepit looking mansion with someone—probably the mayor of this little town—telling him all about disappearances and trouble and how they needed help.

They always needed help.

He gestured vaguely, shooing the man off as he took a few steps forward, resting heavily on his cane. The sooner he got this done the sooner he could go get himself that drink. Kill a few things, rescue whomever was still alive, if they were still alive. Piece of cake.

“Oh and another thing.” The man said, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

It was enough to give Atreus pause. He half turned on his heel, looking back.

“There's someone else, we-we didn't know if you'd turn up so well we.. uh.. contacted.. “ The mayor trailed off as footsteps approached.

“Oh here he is..”

Atreus stared, gaze flickering over the other hunter before he scoffed softly.

“Ah work alone.” Was all he said as he started walking up the road, leaving them both there at the bottom of it.

@exsecrated

[wargod-archive]

      THIS WRETCHED UNHOLY GROUND / BURNS THEIR FEET. A land festering with sin and rot. The bloating of bloodied and battered corpses makes the nose crinkle and acidic bile to leap from their esophagus to their throat burning it raw. DECAY DANCE / SWEET MELODIOUS SCREAMS rips through the air as some would find the very sound intoxicating. But for a godling still reminiscing of a time where zealots held them close, whispering praise and scolds into their ears, a time where the blasphemers and non-believers were burned, a time when the village burned and their homeland perished under fear and greed; this place was simply too real for them. Arita had drifted far and wide but never yet come across such a miserable, sinful place. While the motherland was certainly a breeding ground for cruelness and delusions it was masked by it’s beauty and the happiness of others out of ignorance. THERE BE NO HAPPINESS HERE / THERE BE NO JOY.

       They bear no horns, nor their arms of many colors. They linger among the cadavers of many hellish beasts, splayed and fried and mutilated. The ones without souls, the ones who never had souls at all created from brimstone and tainted blood black as tar and just as thick. They speak in tongues, but the LIGHT CHILD / WAR GOD can hear them so clearly. Branches of god began to sprout from their body, nine outstretched towards the sun before bringing them towards their chest, fingers clasping together in prayer. Dark eyes lacked their usual luster, glowering at the creatures they had slain. Such violence was abhorrent but the atmosphere of this world was taking a toll on them. Exhaustion ran through the holy body rendering it shaken and weak. HOW MANY PERISHED / UNDER YOUR HALO? An entire horde lay at their feet, unmoving, scorched with divine light and it made Arita nauseous. ❛ What has happened here, exactly? ❜ A sudden voice clear as day was spoken by the young god, speaking to the one coming up behind them, their presence made clearly apparent. ❛ This place...is drenched in sin and horrible lies! It smells like human rot and the air tastes of soot- This place will surely perish if something is not done immediately! You must know this! This land...it’s much like my home. It will be completely destroyed, if not by humans and monsters, then by a force beyond your comprehension. ❜

@exsecrated​

[forghst-blog]

exsecrated replied to your post: ( – )

LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT SEASON FINALE BC I’M NOT OVER IT

( MY HEART HURTS FAM IT HURTS SO BAD I’M NEVER GONNA BE OVER THIS )

[howyll-blog]

      “ I’M SORRY, I DON’T BELIEVE that i’ve had the pleasure, yet. ” never mind that stranger stands in the entryway to their home with mud on his boots --- their expression maintains the border of pleasant and confusion with all the grace that they can afford. “ the wizard howl, at your service. and you, handsome stranger in my door, are --- ? ” / @exsecrated

[sovereight-blog]

exsecrated replied to your post: because i’m on a roll , shipping call ^_^ 

H-HEWWO ??

zara and trevor they kill vampires together as their foreplay then find the nearest hotel to fuck but they also do domestic shit like browse online stores together contemplate getting a dog take turns cooking dinner dates they’re like that couple from fma except she’s one inch taller than him and never lets him live it down and forehead kisses and i love yous that are said more through touches than words until shit hits the fan and then the words come out and hmmmmm their dynamic is so so good what we’ve discussed so far reeve and it’ll only get even BETTER i see GOOD THINGS IN THEIR FUTURE and messy things which is even better hehehehehehe 

[lovelornes-archive]

        ❛ YOU KNOW!! I get tired, ya know? I’m surrounded by shitty men with their pockets lined with blood money and all sorts of crap! I mean, I’ll admit I love the money but- ❜  She’s been drinking. Not an absurd amount, but enough to get her to a point where she was practically yelling. Lifting the glass to her lips she took another swig before continuing. ❛ Sometimes I just wanna find love! I need myself a good man! Not too good but ya know, decent enough. I’ve always been~ a serious type of gal. Tired of dangerous men! What about you? How’s your love life? ❜        @exsecrated

[godslaughters-blog]

❛   TREVOR!   listen to me,   i’m      ❜   they press a hand to their side,   blood staining bright fabric,   ❛   you have to breathe,   d - don’t let the demon within you win.   ❜

                    *  @exsecrated.

[destructivour-aa]

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.    italicise what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆  loss of control ⋆  powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting  ⋆ being forgotten

TAGGED BY.          nobody i just love these. TAGGING.         @fractempyreal   ,  @vaultrot  ,   @ojisantiger  ,  @urobouros  ,   @lionfanged  ,  @dragonaea  ,  @cinderspewed  ,   @venusigil   ,   @devilpart  ,     @misahpyr   ,   @pharaoes  ,   @lessersinned   ,   @wargod   ,   @pinkbonded   ,    @exsecrated  ,   @conqucst  ,  @kissafist  ,   @firstshiinigami   ,    @iimplexus  ,   @leaderiser  ,  @rbbd  ,  @laeviticus  ,  @upavshiya   ,  @vvaytofall  ,  @orphik  @ofrhapsodes  ,  @starwished​     i really wish i could tag everyone but i can’t.  so if you wanna` do it say i tagged you n` i`ll like it when you post them.   :)

[scholarofmagic]

what’s  your  muse’s  plant  personality  ?

DANDELION : scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. you don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. you have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

ECHINACEA : a protector. with an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. at times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself.

SLIPPERY ELM : let’s just say you’re a vocal person. sure, that might mean you’re chatty. but it also means you’re the one humming in the hallway, singing in the shower, speaking your mind, standing up and shouting if need be to get yourself heard. you’ve got a voice and you know how to use it. inclined to speak up for the voiceless, defend the defenseless or simply bring joy to the joyless, you may have a tendency to overuse your voice.

tagged by : @noxvirago​ tagging : @exsecrated​ @ardacul​ @magicized​ @hallowedcraft​

[fractempyreal]

Munday Meme!

Rules: Answer the twenty-three questions and then tag twenty people you want to get to know better!

Name: Whitney/Peaches

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 5′5

Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, a good amount of French

Nationality: Dragon

Favourite Fruit: Mango

Favourite Scent: Minty flavors, but also firewood.

Favourite Colour: Black, wine red, maroon

Favourite Animal: Dragons

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea and coffee

Favourite Fictional Character(s):  I have way too many but Vergil, Dante, Mistral, Solid Snake, Bayonetta, Ezio, T’challa, Uta, Grimmjow, Eto, Sephiroth, Sesshomaru, and a whole slew of other characters.

Dream Trip: New York, Korea, Japan. . . parts of Europe because why not. . . just everywhere.

When Was Your Blog Created: I had been considering RPing Vergil for perhaps 4 years now but it wasn’t until recently that I decided to finally take him up as a muse, so I started making some icons and then DMC5 was announced the week I had made the blog.

Last Movie Seen: I actually don’t remember the last movie that I watched.

Songs You’ve Had On Repeat: The Dark Of You by Breaking Benjamin or Everglow my Starset

Favourite Candy: I actually don’t like candy.

Favourite Holiday: HALLOWEEN.

Random Fact About You One: I’ve been playing Devil May Cry since my brother owned it back in 2002, so essentially since I was about 8 years old.

Random Fact About You Two: I love dragons to the point that I would probably just cry talking about them.

Random Fact About You Three: I love Jarvia with all my freaking heart and I spam her with heart emojis every morning.

Tagged by: @divitale Tagging: @destructivour, @kinetiq, @vxmpirehunterd, @inventan/ @exsecrated, @etherealsavior, @radiantcrowned, @re-no, @mammaterasu, @jjillekkot, @jvckpot, @unwaken, @daemominus, idk anyone else that’d like to do this!

[faunashine-blog]

{ ??? : @exsecrated. }

      HUNTING IS NOT ABOUT EXPERIENCE TO HER. IF THERE IS A SIDE TO BE CHOSEN, SHE CHOOSES MANKIND. Gaea can feel every wound of the feral animals they hunt, the faint internal pulse of the daemons that fall. She sides with the humes but feels for all living things, the compassion to TITAN'S hate.

Attempting to live a human life is near impossible, considering her connection with the wildlife and, perhaps even more so, the LONG EARS protruding from the top of her head. Those of faith believe her to the be the MESSENGER she is. Those who prefer a more realistic view believe them to be a BIRTH DEFECT, in a world where such a thing is so seldom. Still, a small handful believe her to be a daemon and she has found herself having to forcefully persuade them.

Funny, how no one comes and ASKS anymore. Much like her ears, she's not trying to hide anything.

The foot of her crossed leg bounces as she observes the bounties in front of her. Gaea has a soft spot for TAKKA BRADHAM and she always makes her way back to Hammerhead every week like clockwork. Eating isn't necessary, but she's been taken by the SIZZLING HUMONGO-STEAK since the first time she smelled it. Her ears tilt toward the door and back as people come and go.

[unalived]

*     ERA  AESTHETICS     ! tagged by: @sangrantc 💉 tagging: @healthycarrier, @heirsing, @hevampyr, @shitepire, @phanmor, @phansorem, @exsecrated + whoever wants to!

MEDIEVAL:  tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds.   loose ponytails.  sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns. huge sweaters.   the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.   falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE:  freckles.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.   taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.   walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.  staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.   worn paperbacks.   messy braids.  going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE:  dark hair.  a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you.   intricate designs.  high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim lights.   colourless photographs.   fancy furniture.   pale skin.   hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room.   mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL:  chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup.  laced clothing.  modern architecture.   light hair.    watching the view from the terrace.  hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens.   old films.   ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed.   reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC:  compassion.   short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.  a bouquet of roses.  reading collections of poetry late at night.   loose hair.   carpeted floors.   attending operas.   faint music playing in the background.   staying under the covers until midday.  the night sky.   streetlights.  picking flowers.  dancing around in silk dresses.  scented candles.