#vhulgar

[batleather]

Walking in on another fandom’s post feels so awkward. I was scrolling TikTok and I found a Game of Thrones (?) post which looks like total fucking gibberish.

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS?

[kakkaroach]

❛  every night i go out believing that i as a human have evolved beyond hangovers. then we get to eight o’clock this morning when i’m telling my coffee machine to , quote - unquote;   ‘shut the fuck up’   and that’s the moment i realise — i have not.  ❜   @vhulgar​​  LIKED

[gospelofguilt]

“Please help me stay awake.”

The plea hits him like a wave of water, crashing against his skull, but the man’s voice is so distant. He can’t possibly swim that far. He feels his own lips moving to respond, barely a whisper offering itself up to the air. 

“How can I, if I’m asleep?” 

[cortezruled]

"Does that hurt?"

❛     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐀  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇  ...  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐈𝐓❜𝐒   no   worry.    ❜           she’s   grateful   for   the   offered   assistance    —    such   an   unsightly   gash   upon   her   forearm   was   better   off   attended   to   by   a   helping   hand   rather   than   her   own.   focused   sepia   gaze   slowly   ascends   from   the   wound ,     looming   over   his   craftmanship   of   sanguine   bandages   for   a   moment   before   plush   pout   peels   back   into   a   smile.           ❛         —  a   little   pain   isn’t   all   that   bad.    ❜

SEND   ‘  DOES  THAT  HURT?  ‘    TO  PATCH  UP  MY  MUSE  &.  @vhulgar 

[alturans]

from @vhulgar​  you’ve been crying, i can tell. (Ferrus)

“S—so what if I have?” He is immediately defensive. The abuse he endured from the Haedwyns is a touchy subject and likely always will be. There are shards of glass embedded into his fingers where he punched the mirror, smears of blood on the glass. He hadn’t just punched it once—he’d punched it until the whole thing was broken. Until he couldn’t see his reflection anymore. The pain only made him want to strike at it more. 

He stares down at the floor. Bloodied shards of glass surround his feet. Thankfully he’s wearing slippers, else his feet might be bloodied too. “I’m sorry. For breaking the mirror.” It’s not even Eddie’s mirror. He doesn’t know why he’s apologizing. He just knows he’s bad. And the word is echoing in his skull—bad, bad, bad. Like a broken record. When he gets like this, it always does. 

“I just. . .hate looking at myself.” It’s not the corruption of necromancy that bothers him. It’s the scars. How ugly he must look! Even his scars from top surgery are bothering him today—which is surprising, really. Usually those scars fill him with pride. “I hate myself, actually.” He concludes as he attempt to ignore how red his eyes are, the salt lines on his cheeks. 

“No one will ever love me. I will always be alone.” No one wants damaged goods. 

[psykir]

         ❝       YOU’RE     BRIGHTER     THAN     MOST     OF     THE     PATIENTS     HERE     ,      mister     gluskin     .        [     .    .    .     ]          you     .   .   .     do     know     that     ,      don’t     you     ?       ❞

@vhulgar​ !

[ilysian]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄. @vhulgar​ ♥︎’d for a random starter !

❛  𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 , 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 !  𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 !  ❜

✧     𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[dewceit]

@vhulgar​

     HE HAS BEEN STANDING STILL FOR FAR TOO LONG with only his own reflection to entertain him. Eddie moves about him studiously. Measuring here. Pinning there. The occasional comment being made in lighthearted attempts at small talk— but he should know better than to expect a Ghoul to respond. As much as Dewdrop would love to say something aborrhent and watch this pride's eyes WIDEN- the fool isn't apart of the pact. He can't, won't comprehend infernal tongue.

Just as he can't comprehend the forked tail flicking impatiently behind Dew. If he could he would truly understand the extent of his client's impatience.

Alas, Eddie has not a cue beyond his cold gaze and the thick tension in the air.

The appointment continues to drag on and Eddie is babbling about— something (maybe he's singing. Dewdrop has long tuned out by now) when something catches the demon's eye. Fabric sheers. Left conveniently on a little tray just within arms reach (meant for Eddie, but Dewdrop is small enough that even while standing at full height on a stool he can snag the scissors easily).

Slowly, Dewdrop curls devilish little fingers around the blades. He is sure to move as quietly as possible as he repositions the scissors in his hand for a proper cutting grasp without arising suspicion. For a moment or two he waits, assuring himself that the tailor is none the wiser before he begins the true challenge. His movements are measured as he lowers his knuckles to Eddie's head, opening the blades and slipping a choice chunk of heavily styled hair between them—

[bledthrice-moved]

@vhulgar​

The man stopped screaming a long time ago—skinning someone alive is an art in and of itself, but they always fall unconscious eventually. This one lasted a little longer than usual. For that Ferrus would salute him. You know, if he wasn’t a shitbag wife beater. That’s Ferrus’ thing: find an abuser, sacrifice an abuser to the primordial god of destruction. 

His skill with a knife is next to none. He’s been doing this for centuries upon centuries, after all. He stops breathing next—Ferrus doesn’t feel bad. He only wishes that, back in the day, he could of had the courage to do this to his ex. He can feel someone watching, waiting, and it makes him smile. 

“You can come out, you know. I can hear you breathing.” Elf ears twitch involuntarily as he winks to the shadows. “You can take a closer look if you want. . .I don’t mind sharing.” Ferrus hasn’t shared his work with anyone other than Sakura in this world. The thought of sharing this moment with someone makes his heart skip a bit—how romantic, how enticing! 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for vhulgar : I want to send love and appreciation to @vhulgar because marti is just?? so unbelievably wonderful and amazing and they deserve the world honestly,, they portray eddie so well and the backstory they've built up for him is absolutely amazing, and they just,, deserve so much love ♡

[battleridge]

@vhulgar​​ said: “I don’t know if I feel uncomfortable because of the avalanche of history that’s happening and converging in this spot, or if it’s because there’s something here, but either way I’d like to leave.”

🌲     [  SYDNEY MORRISON  ]

She wishes Cowboy was here. Or Nate. Explaining the town to newcomers isn’t a job Sydney excels at.   “Well... It’s probably just some fuckin’ ghosts.   If you think about it too hard we’re probably never not standin’ where someone kicked the bucket.    I don’t fuckin’ know, leave if you want.  Stay if you want.   Bar will still be open.”    The Crystal Ship never closes. 

[wantlonger]

@vhulgar​ liked for a lyric starter:   1/5   //   what’s the use of wond’rin’?

“but what’s the use of wond’rin’ if the ending will be sad?”

[caravaggiovagabond]

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I was tagged by: @fanatiquee , @deromanum , and @sacredvein I tag: @thevampiremariusderomanus , @symphonyofmalice , @sammyemerson , @vhulgar , @denfant , @vylingas , @vxctorx

Repost, don’t reblog.

Bold what applies.

Italicize - in certain scenarios.

╳    FLAWS.

moody.   short - tempered. emotionally  unstable.    whiny.    controlling.   conceited.   possessive.  paranoid. lies. impatient. cowardly.  bitter. selfish.   power - hungry.   greedy.  lazy.   judgmental. forgetful.   impulsive.   spiteful.  stubborn.  sadistic.   petty.    unlucky.    absent - minded.   abusive.     aggressive.   childish.   callous.    clingy.    delusional.   cocky.    competitive.    corrupt.   cynical.   cruel.   deranged.    egotistical.    envious.   insecure.   insensitive.   lustful.   delinquent.   guilt  complex.   reclusive.   reckless.   nervous.    oversensitive.

♔    STRENGTHS.

honest. trustworthy.  thoughtful.   caring.  brave.   patient.  selfless.  ambitious.  tolerant.   lucky.  intelligent. confident.   focused.   humble.   generous.    merciful.   observant.  wise.   clever.  charming.   cheerful.   optimistic.   decisive.  adaptive.   calm.   protective.   proud.   diligent. considerate.  compassionate.   good  sportsmanship.   friendly.   empathetic.   passionate. reliable.  resourceful. sensible.  sincere. witty. funny.

🖌    SKILLS  &  HOBBIES.

art.   acting.    astronomy.    animals.    archery.    sports.   beach  combing.    bird  watching.    blacksmithing.    boating.    calligraphy.   camping.    candle making.   casino  gambling.    ceramics.    racing.  chess.    music.   cooking.    crochet.    weaving.   exercise.  sword.    fishing.   gardening.   ghost  hunting. ice  skating.   magic.   engineering.    building.  video games.   inventing.    leather working.   martial  arts.    meditation.   origami.   parkour. people  watching.   swimming.    puppetry.    pyrotechnics.    quilting.   reading. collecting.   shopping.  socializing.  storytelling.  writing. traveling.   exotic  dancing.    minor  /  major  potion  tricks  and  trinkets.    billiards.

[meathookeda]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒   :   𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

bold    =    applies ,   italicize    =    sort-of   applies,   strike    =    antithetical   to   your   muse.

𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀   :   a long journey. a feeling of raw energy. putting a name to something unknown. an elaborate patchwork. unexpected catastrophes. unexpected blessings. vivid dreams. sudden awakenings. the feeling of shedding your skin. the echoes in holy places. bright lights. deep shadows. feeling the earth move beneath your feet. wandering in museums. the strange clarity of moonlight. thunder and lightning. an unfamiliar road. coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person.

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒   :   being overwhelmed by emotion finding something to celebrate every day. finding something to mourn every day.  connecting with others. the scent of ocean air. making food for your friends when they’re stressed. the remembrance of something lost.  sublime confusion.  cool colors. a cozy cafe.  a bustling bar. calm waters, hidden depths. getting tipsy in the afternoon. summer rain. comfy sweaters. flowing skirts.  a house by the sea. deep conversations after midnight.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒   :   the scent of spices and dark wood. making something just for the sake of creation. dry heat. crackling fire. a bolt of inspiration. refusing to apologize for your passion. stubborn optimism. taking on more than you can handle. hot tea. warm colors.  getting up early. staying up late.   bright fire, fast burnout. tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence. the thrill of starting a new project. spring storms. hotel rooms. perpetual restlessness

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒   :   the scent of rich soil after a rain. hard and diligent work. solid ground, strong foundations. the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff. generosity that comes with a catch. work boots and heavy jeans. silk and jewels. resting on your laurels. seeing your work through to the end. harvest time. fresh bread and rich soup. earth tones. jewel tones. a lush garden. sunlight through the trees. dark chocolate. a home in the farmlands. a sprawling house in the old part of the city

𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒   :   the scent of fresh air. focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional. freshly fallen snow. burying yourself in action. tending to your own wounds. a foreseeable disaster.  crisply tailored suits. starkly elegant dresses. refusing to admit defeat. cold air, clear thoughts. old hurts.  fresh starts. overthinking your overthinking. the harsh glow of street lamps. black coffee. a cabin in the mountains. an apartment downtown. the quiet before the dawn

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘   :   stole it from my old blog

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆   :   @cherrykissed​, @applesdrowned​, @bonebaker​, @griefknown​, @honorkill​, @naivefrenzy​, @vhulgar​ & anyone else!

[alturans]

@vhulgar​

They take Eddie on a day Ferrus is working—of course they do—but they vastly underestimate Ferrus. They don’t know what he is, after all—only Eddie knows that. It’s hard to find out where Eddie went. In fact, it takes more time than Ferrus would like to admit. He dumps all of his funds into hiring a hacker he knows on the dark web. Eventually, he gets a location.

Mount Massive.

& this is where Murkoff’s plans will go awry. No one expects a monster to creep up in the middle of the night—not a monster like Ferrus, anyways. Not a monster that has befriended a literal god. Illifor stands at his full height, over nine feet tall, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “You really do like this man, hm? It’s unlike you—to focus on someone that isn’t you.” Illifor’s laugh is deep and echoes despite the fact that the hallway is packed with bodies. 

Ash and blood coat Ferrus’ face. He smiles willfully. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

“Of course you would. You’ve always been a giving man when it comes to love—that’s what got you into that position in the first place, Abaddon. It would do you well to remember that.” Illifor sounds like the father he never had, but he knows that thought is misplaced. Illifor is a terrible being, after all. Ferrus wouldn’t want him as a father.

“I can take it from here, Illifor.” He kneels. Kisses Illifor’s hand. “You have my thanks—my devotion—”

“I know that. You needn’t remind me, Abaddon. Your sacrifices are more than enough to remind me that you are loyal.” Illifor disappears into the shadows and laughs. He’ll probably go and have some fun with the scientists. Not that Ferrus cares. All he cares about is Eddie.

Eddie.

Ferrus’ pace is quick as he goes down the halls—he kills anyone that stands in his way. A couple people beg for mercy. He gives it to them. Whatever they’ve suffered? Ferrus doesn’t want to know. 

It’s far too much like what happened to him.

When he finally sees him, he lets out a sigh of relief. Good. He was still alive. “Eddie Gluskin, why I do declare—you’re the finest man I’ve ever met.” Ferrus’ voice is shriller than usual. Probably from all those sleepless nights. “Come here, darling. I’ve come to take you away from this place. A man like you doesn’t belong in a place like this.” 

[ilysian]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈. @vhulgar​ 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕  ♗  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

✧     𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.