#imposingclaymore

[tequilamoonrock]

@imposingclaymore asked for a starter ... 〔 VITTORIO TOSCANO 〕

The Decimated Borgo, as some of the poor souls who wandered this plane called it, wasn't quite the same as where Vittorio had grown up, yet it was familiar enough that he found himself returning to it when he could, that when he was placed there beyond his control he felt something akin to relief. Even with the destruction evident throughout the town square ( and the terrifying fact that against all odds, there was absolutely nothing beyond that ), it was the closest thing he had to a home. The only problem being the other inhabitants.

Tarhos Kovács, a companion turned adversary, was far from the face - helmet? - Vittorio wanted to see in his time wandering the fog, and yet it was the one he was greeted with. For a moment, he tensed, eyes turning steely and muscles tensing as if to break into a sprint on the spot, but he forced himself to relax upon the recollection that this was not a trial - Tarhos had no reason to kill him.

" Tarhos. " The greeting was curt, cautious, with all the forced calmness of someone trying to calm down a predator in hopes of escaping with their life.

[entitemalefique]

@imposingclaymore " I watch you watching me watching back. "

The Entity had noticed him watching her as she observed him in the trail, it would be hard not to. It was curious that he did so while most tended to avoid her. "Have you found anything interesting by watching me?" She didn't think there was anything that he could glean from his observations but perhaps she was wrong.

"Or perhaps you feel as if I shouldn't observe you? Is it so wrong to want to watch the efforts of my killers? To see them achieve success in the trails?" She'd always done so, though it may be more obvious now that she had taken a humanoid form. "Would it be easier if I were not so physically present? I don't have to show up in this form if it displeases you."

[wonderingduke]

❝ There is more to the darkness than the inability to see. ❞

Vittorio looked up at the starless sky, not even mother moon was in the sky she was obscured by thick storm clouds rolling in from the sea. Vittorio leaned over the banister of the balcony of the castle, looking out at the sea, which was basically invisible in the darkness of the night no way to tell the difference between sea and sky. "Hmmm I suppose you are right, it's many things but to the common man darkness is fear, it is dangerous, and something to hate. To thieves and criminals, it's a welcome site. It makes their jobs easier it aids them in their quest no matter how immoral it is. Darkness also cultivates hope, it's far easier to spot a spark of hope in the dark than it is in the light." Vittorio relaxes as he spots a light off in the distance over the dark waves. The trading ship that was days late seems to have finally made it home. The threats of pirates have increased in the waters nearby so everyone in town was on edge and anxious for its return. "Darkness in it's self could also be hope, I suppose, in the right conditions. Being able to conceal things so well, darkness could become a sort of armor, a way to protect oneself. " Vittorio raised an eyebrow and nodded toward Tarhos's own armor-clad body. He had it made in such a way the steel was almost bitch black, the large man would have been nearly invisible if it wasn't for the torch that lit the balcony.

[arcanescholxr]

DEFEND : for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. (royalty verse if you're still interested in that :0)

a comprehensive list of scenarios

The cries of the attackers could be heard as they were engulfed in vines, wrapping around their bodies as if they were to be mummified. Their weapons had been dropped on the ground, swords traced with poison to inflict lasting damage, a clear threat on the man’s life, one that Dwight wouldn’t stand for. And all Dwight wanted to do today was enjoy a peaceful walk in the nearby woods, filled with creatures such as sprites and fae. He thought it was important to create lasting friendships with them, to promote peace and civility among them.

It was also the only other place that Dwight could get some peace from Castle life.

Dwight was so focused on rendering the assassins immobile that he didn’t realize that another one was stalking the trees, watching as his comrades had been captured. But he would succeeded in where they had failed. Emerging from the trees, sword ready to strike down the Royal, it felt as time had slowed down, Dwight frozen as he couldn’t force himself to act. The sword was getting closer and closer, until it didn’t.

The assassin was roughly grabbed by his Knight, an armed snakes around their throat. The assassin’s neck is snapped with such ease you could akin it to cracking a walnut. It happened with little effect and yet so much force, nearly snapping their head the whole way around, a brutal execution. The Knight tosses the assassin away, throwing the corpse as if it were garbage, as it were nothing. The show of violence before his very eyes causes Dwight to gasp, horrified and nearly losing his focus on keeping the other assassin’s restrained.

“Tarhos we needed them alive, to find out who sent them I-.” Dwight paused, his lips pressed firmly in a tight line. He shouldn’t be scolding his Knight who saved his life. Besides the ones he had captured were more than enough. Dwight sighed softly, urging Tarhos to follow him. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m still not used to all of this, forgive my outburst.”

[mysteriiarch]

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog — accepting

@imposingclaymore: ★★★★★★★

;-; ya'll are gonna make me emotional. I appreciate you, thank you so much also uno reverse!

[janeromeroshow]

tarhos is 6’6”!

HEIGHT MEME : somehow this wasn't as extreme as i expected????

[tequilamoonrock]

🔥? vittorio...

how he feels about tarhos in that current moment dictates how easily he's willing to admit it - if they're in a softer moment he'll say it without any shame, but in the state they currently are you'd have to beat it out of him (please don't, though-). at this moment, he's more evasive, not willing to lie but also not wanting to outright say it.

" has anything i've done ever made you feel that i don't find you attractive? "

[judgcmcnt]

Tastes Like [REDACTED] | Closed

@imposingclaymore​ prayed

🥵 eyes emoji

He could so easily pry the human out of his metal shell as he looms over him. The god has him against the wall, body close yet not pressed against him. His head lowers and the nose of the pyramid gently scrapes against the neck of the helmet, a few intakes of air ventilating through the metal. Iron, sweat, and old blood settles on his senses.

Pyramid Head’s maw opens just enough to let his tongue slip out to squirm its way underneath the helmet to get as Tarhos’ neck, the tip lapping at the pulse he finds there. A low rumble sounds and that is when he finally presses his body against the Knight’s, effectively caging him in with his bulk.

What will you do now that you have his attention, swordbearer?

[wonderingduke]

❝ No tears please, it's a waste of good suffering. ❞

Vittorio clutched his bleeding stomach as he sat on the dirty ground of the police department. It was rather embarrassing, but in the moment of being chased by his ex-colleague, he slipped through one of the holes in the ground trying to "hole" Tarhos as Feng once taught him to do. He hissed in pain as he tipped his head back trying to hide it, but the fall and slash to his stomach were a bit much to bare at the moment and a few tears slipped out. Vittorio huffed as he heard Tarhos chuckle above him as he hopped down the hole to corner him. He didn't have the energy to try to run at this point he just wanted to be hooked. He was rather surprised at Tarho's comment if he recalls that was something the pin demon said, often to him and his fellow survivors when they would let the pain get to them. He wonders just how much time they have spent together for Tarhos to adapt common phrases from him.

"It's rather difficult to not let a few slip Tarhos, considering I just fell 6 feet with a stomach wound. Though, I assure you, my suffering will not go to waste." He grinned, still a little teary-eyed, as the third gen of the trial went off somewhere on the left side of the map, away from them. He had run Tarhos for what two generators now? Two and a half? It was a good run but, he suppose it was bound to end this game of cat and mouse.

[mxshtyx]

...this is going to hurt... a lot... Nea stands at the edge of the grotto, looking in with a nervous mind. While in the fog against the Knight, she didn't mind running from him and the company, but she's never really gone into his realm. For her, there was no reason... for others, they were just insane.

Maybe she could convince him to thumb wrestle? Or they could play one on one tag... or four on one hide-and-seek.

@imposingclaymore

[hellpontifex]

“  fucking hell.  ”

ANSWERED. ( ACCEPTING. ) — TARHOS KOVÁCS.

        CERTAINLY WAS MAN A BEAST OF BURDEN. perhaps they did not drag along with them the physical freight that was the encumbrance of a donkey or workhorse, but merely existing was a trammel of its very own. and like all animals — because what is man, but a glorified ape — their individual reaction to their onus varies wildly. some buckle under the weight of their own actuality, while others greet it with an acute pitilessness. such before them, clad in steel, was one of those people. “ encountering difficulties? ” they condescend, as if speaking to a hellion, casting the brute a faux sympathetic gaze. “ tell — what surely awful misfortunes impart such woe to the fell cavalier, knighted only by carrion and gristle? ”

[cursed-legacy]

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🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s)

💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

✨ ― i love the way you write

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

[buzzingswarm]

@imposingclaymore's story continues...

' Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. '

Even with the Entity's assistance in understanding modern languages, the mantra repeated upon his tongue felt foreign & stuck in his mouth not unlike the same ichor from the bottle his mother lovingly pressed against his lips so, so long ago.

And when he turned to meet the booming voice which called out his name, Tarhos understood how the ancient Greeks, long before his time, discovered their gods. The figure, shoulders draped in fur and with the exposed ribs of his chest which dripped with blood & honey, struck him as a visage of Dionysus adorned in a leopards pelt. He would have thought this man a king, surely, or some myth which grasped at his finger tips only to escape him.

It tantalized him more than the allure of violence in that moment.

Despite the knights apprehension to the world, the man made him feel safe. And when prompted to partake as a model, Tarhos felt strangely humanized — that he was seen as a person worthy of depiction, rather than a weapon.

Helmet set aside, the knight slowly nodded, and seated himself before the other.

Death and Candyman have always been involved in a scandalous relationship, much the same way that beauty and horror were. Tethered, because neither can exist without its other to compare it with, compare it to. But today, death can wait. For it was temporary to the point of redundancy, here in this phantasmal world, where the expectation was to endure cyclical suffering. It was common.

To be common was to be forgettable. And that was a sin whose price was too rich for Candyman's blood. Forgettable stories are not told in perpetuity.

Today, the old ways of immortalization needed to be called upon in order to leave a lasting mark. To capture a witnessed moment forever, by suspending it in portrait.

"A provocative subject like you," it surrounds them, his voice. Voices. As intense as a murmur right against the ear, as far as a gentleman providing personal space. Both, neither. "Will need no embellishments."

A ribbon of tree bark peels around the rustblood red of his hookhand, landing in a pile of its like: delicate curls of it about his elegant dress shoes. A naked canvas of pale, delicate wood was finally exposed after many minutes of fastidious shaving. Bees nestled into the nooks of the woodshavings, entrenching themselves as he, too, was entrenched. A gloved hand wiped away the dust, tracing invisible drafts along the seams of the trunk.

Dark eyes came up, over. Fixing to Tarhos, imposing him with the gravity that comes with being in their focus, to be taken wholly, and no detail left unchecked. Supple leather dips into the coat, bringing out a blunt, metal tool with an ornate handle. The first slice is taken from out of the tree's tender insides with it.

"But will it stay?" lowering his eyelids, but never faltering away from the haunted face of his muse, he spoke this thought.

[tequilamoonrock]

slap. vittorio

Vittorio appreciated the closeness that had developed between him and Tarhos over the time they'd traveled together - however, that didn't mean that he expected physical contact from the other, nevermind this.

" I- what- ?! " was his (very dignified) reaction, all but darting backwards and out of the way, mortified.

[entitemalefique]

send me a 🔪 to hold a knife to the entity's throat

@imposingclaymore: 🔪 ( but it's the claymore >:) )

The Claymore was held aloft, the tip digging into the Entity's throat. Perhaps she had pushed just a little too much this time and Tarhos had decided that threatening her was the best course of action. "Do you really think that's going to get you anywhere?" Her eyes narrowed to slits.

Tipping her head back she bared more of her throat to him and let out a deep growl. The tip of the Claymore had punctured her flesh and instead of blood, fog seeped out. It curled and twisted, traveling along the Claymore itself spilling off the edges of the blade like water from a faucet. "Go ahead. Try it and see what happens." Where would this get him? Nowhere. It would not kill her, would not truly damage this visage. If anything he would find himself lost in the void for a few days, perhaps weeks if she so felt like it.

[wonderingduke]

The knight gingerly pressed a small object into Vittorio's hands. The item itself was a small owl cast in steel, its wings tucked in & face determined.

Vittorio looked up at the tall man with a raised eyebrow as he accepted the gift. He turned around the owl in his hands, admiring the fine details. It was small but had a pleasant weight to it due to the steel casting. He tossed it in his hands a couple of times before drawing a quick rune in the air and a chain made of the same steel appeared and attached itself to the owl. He put the owl around his neck and smiled. "Ah, not like you to give gifts, Tarhos thank you. Though I must say I find it ironic as I to have a gift for you. Before you say anything, I made it by hand, no shortcuts with magic." Vittorio reached into a small pouch on his hip and pulled out an object that was obviously too big to have fit in the pouch naturally. He handed Tarhos a large tooth-shaped object that had been carved into a dragon wrapping around it. The dragon had been dyed black by some means or another, contrasting the off-white of the large tooth. Which, judging by its size was not a creature from their world but one of the fog. "I know knickknacks aren't your thing, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless. "