#viciousbite

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Tarn gave a polite chuckle at the idea of Darkfang sneaking up behind and leaping in an attack, not out of insult, but out of contemplation for how differently their first meeting could have unfolded, derailing for the worst. Fresh from a feeding, his spark would have shrieked in glee at a second course, and he would have been too hazy of mind to refuse it.

"I am glad, then, to have made your acquaintance rather than attempted on your life." It would have gone beyond a mere attempt, but Tarn prided himself on his manners, honed from rigorous study during a time where deciding on the right polish for a dinner party had been the pinnacle of his worries.

"The Peaceful Tyranny has always been too large for the team occupying it, and its cargo hold is currently empty. You may be able to stow your ship within." They wouldn't know until they examined both ships, but the Tyranny has transported other ships before, whenever there had been a lull in hunting and the Division happened upon a Decepticon distress signal.

"You may accompany me to my ship so that you can gauge the feasibility of returning to Cybertron together. If you travel with me, the process of registration for entry into New Kaon will be easier for you."

An omen of misfortune, certainly fit Tarn, Darkfang hoped that wasn't the case on his side. Would be unfortunate to get this far, survive sneaking on the corners of a war, working for either side, only to be offlined after peace was upon them. The though bubbled within his processors before he snapped back into focus. "An omen of misfortune would have fitted quite well, if I didn't stop to process the earlier scene, and had gone ahead and jumped you from behind." Now that would have been a sight-- and completely stupid. His venom only worked so far when it came to bigger mechs.

His forked tongue flicked at the air out of habit, like that of a cybersnake. "Heh, if you talk enough, perhaps, I may call your speech terrible too in the future." Talk enough of a subject he didn't care about and anyone's vocals would turn into nightmares within his audials.

He let out a soft thoughtful hum, tapping his digit against his own derma. Right, they didn't exactly have the time to chat nonsense forever. As much as he enjoyed it, every entertainment had its limits, how unfortunate. "Don't let me keep you then, let the poor Mech have his liquids properly stored." He began and stepped back to give Tarn more space to move. "My ship is small, but it's capable of taking me all the way back to Cybertron. The lift is, tempting either way, but to stuff mine into your peaceful tyranny, may take time. That is, if your ship is on the bigger side."

Darkfang traveled alone, and the only space he needed was for himself, and his bounties. Why he rarely spent time in it unless it was time to move. "So, I will leave the decision to you. Either way, this won't be the last time you will be blessed by my presence." Blessed, more like, 'cursed'. Darkfang was certainly keeping his worse habits masked to himself for the time being, which would in time change.

[ghostlyvisage]

Short start for @viciousbite , for Darkfang

"That was my target." Saying he was annoyed was an understatement. He had been hunting this mother fragger down for awhile, spending time toying with him, making him paranoid.

"What the frag mech?"

[captainseamech]

... no one tell him he's actually warm.

[arcanescholxr]

Continued from here

Dwight didn’t mean to tag along, if anything, he wanted to be far away from any sort of fighting. Not that Dwight would even be useful in combat. His only skill was plant magic and unless he could find a way to garden a mech to death, then he was a sitting duck. Sometimes being caught in the crossfires couldn’t be helped. Optimus made sure to lower Dwight to safety before the rest engaged in battle. So the witch hid behind a rock and waited for the eventually bridge to open up for him to take him back to base. That was the plan until Dwight found himself cornered by a mech, and it wasn’t an Autobot.

Before Dwight could scream or call for a help, a large golden tip pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him. Dwight already felt sweat start to bead at his forehead and a slight tremble in his legs. It was hard to muster up a brave face. The existence of alien robots was an easy pill for Dwight to swallow since he was constantly in the hands of Autobots. But now Dwight was in the claws of a Decepticon, and it made him very aware of just how frightening a mech could truly be.

Dwight’s heart dropped to his stomach when the Mech mentioned the Nemesis. That was all it took for Dwight to start struggling pathetically in the servos of the giant mech. His eyes darted around frantically for any sign that one of the bots noticed what was happening and they’d come to his rescue. But alas, the sounds of battle confirmed to Dwight that his friends were neck deep in a fight and they didn’t notice a Decepticon walking off with their human friend. Even if Dwight screamed, he was certain his voice would be muffled from the sounds of fighting.

Dwight wiggled in the mech’s grip as much as he could, which proved to be useless. From the way that he was being held, he couldn’t summon his staff and try using that to fend off his attacker.

Dwight struggled against the digits that prevented him from both moving or speaking. When he felt the mech’s optics on him, Dwight shot back a nasty look, despite the fear in his bones. He shot a look that he hoped expressed his distaste of the Mech and the situation. One that screamed, ‘I hope you become scrap metal!’

@viciousbite

[gladiatorspxrked]

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[mcritas]

@viciousbite: [Chomp!] for sender to bite receiver in a playful way. //Darkfang at Nightwind (or any you're feeling c:) | Bite me!

" hey! " the seeker yelled in a panic, before realizing there was no actual harm and the other was being playful. " two can play that game. " they muttered, their fangs sharp and shiny sinking into darkfang's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt him.

[goresugarsxx]

".....As long as you don't eat them- why are you split off from Hantengu?"

[lowestlayers]

[@viciousbite]

a little gift art for a dear fellow bondrewd enthusiast, and actually the first person i gathered up the courage to start a thread with, @viciousbite!

this is his kny au of bondrewd that i absolutely adore, and so this gift was made for them :] hope you enjoy!

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @viciousbite

She could hear the voices, the hisses, the sounds of movements… But she saw nothing and no-one. She clung to the nearest wall.

“This is not…not funny…” – she complained – “I was not aware it is someone’s house…it looked abandoned…I…I sincerely apologize…” – but it seemed her words had no effect. She still heard someone moving, somewhere close, but although she could hear them, she saw no-one. No matter how frantically she moved her head to look around – “And why would anyone want to prey on me. I am not tasty at all!” – she was not sure if she meant it as a joke or as a challenge. Or perhaps both.

She was standing there for too long (at least it felt for her like long minutes) ,when she suddenly felt something around her ankle.

“Aaaahhh” – she screamed as a tentacle-like limb wrapped around her leg, pulled and made her fell – “Stop it! At once…This is not funny…” – she was on the verge of tears – “Why? What have I done to you?”

But what was the use of screaming to someone she could not see? To someone who did not want to be seen. Who seemingly wanted to play with her and perhaps – as the voice warned her – devour her. She looked around now with a different goal in mind. To run away from here as far and as fast as she could. She gazed towards the yard and the gate she came from. But would she be quick enough?

[sxs-a2]

@viciousbite repled: -grumbling Sanemi noises-

🌸 → ❝ You're mad because you're not the prettiest slayer anymore. ❞

[ghostlyvisage]

Slithering along the ground, jaws latched onto something. The Snake paused momentarily. Golden optics aimed towards the familiar Mech. He stared, quietly, processing, and then moved. His scaled body pushed him towards the Mech, now, staring close by, with a whole, what appeared to be someone's leg, stuck between his jaws. He hissed deeply, and rested his lower jaw along the ground near the Mech's feet, before making a small motion to open his maws. Stuck, literally stuck, something sticky and slimy between his fangs and the leg. His field was, all over, both annoyed and embarrassed, but he couldn't shift back like this. He made sure to give him extra hisses as a warning not to laugh, or he was going to whack him with the severed leg.

It takes him a moment to realize there is a snake there, then another to realize who the snake is. Taking stock of the situation and trying, genuinely, not to snicker as he kneels down.

Cold servos cup his lower jaw as he looks over what got him stuck in the first place and hums.

"Eat the wrong mech or something, snakebite? Or just bad timing?" But he's getting out a few clothes, some solvent that tastes terrible going down but not do much real damage. His own maw opened a little more on instinct, wires snapping and splitting as he hissed back.

"This is going to taste terrible." But he's gentle as he works.

[cryopathiic-a]

Urogi with his no thoughts for personal space brought his body close to the Upper Two. He hovered right behind him, his body afloat by the power of his wings, that sent a light breeze against Douma. "I have always wondered what all this is about." Urogi's hands reached forward to Douma's hair, scaled fingers lifted some of the red parts. "It's like someone tossed a bucket of blood on top of your head, hahah!" He liked it, but with the way he said it, was playful, and full of small cackles of joy.

Many things are whispered among demons of Upper Two's capricious nature. Where some have benefited from his fickle bouts of generosity, others have had to face a more cruel side — and who Dōma gives his blessing to is often subject to who he favors.

So, Urogi should feel honored, that the only repercussion to his transgression would be to witness his own arm falling to the floor. The fan's swipe is faster than the eye could catch; one moment, the second moon had been standing completely still and the next there's only a lingering chill and the tengu is missing a replacable arm. The grin plastered on Dōma's face never falters, though. It almost comes across as disconnected.

❝ Mm— I don't think that's your job, buddy. To wonder about things. I mean, between you and Karaku, you guys barely have a full brain capacity. ❞ And he says it sweetly, of course, as if it's not meant to be an insult. ❝ But I'll tell you! This bloodstain crown is a gift from Master. So I'm always careful not to wash it off, by accident. ❞ Of course, that's only half the story. Water wouldn't make it go away as the indents of Muzan's claws are still there in his scalp.

❝ I guess it's kind of like the stuff around your eyes? And on your head. ❞ Which, he proceeds to poke. They're not the same, after all. Dōma can touch him as he likes, because that's how the ladder goes. ❝ It kind of looks like that wart on Hantengu's head. ❞

[arcanescholxr]

Eavesdrop //Darkfang

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. 

“Guys, it was actually really scary. I didn’t know if I was going to die or not, DarkFang kept staring at me like I was a mouse and he was a big old cat. There’s something about his fangs that really freak me out.”

[whirling-fangs]

"You can't come with me; you'll only slow me down." //Sanemi

"YOU CAN'T..." PROMPTS // accepting!

Oh, this man was going to drive him absolutely crazy. The admiration that Inosuke had felt for a split moment was all gone, replaced with nothing but blind rage.

"Haaaaah?! The stupid crow told me to go with you! Even I know that this means you can't keep me away! Hashira or not, I don't fucking care! I'm coming with you, and you better leave some piece of the demon for me to shred!"

Inosuke had been so eager for this mission. The Wind Hashira mastered the style he had first heard of, after all. The poor slayer who had barged onto his mountain was a Wind Breathing user, and Inosuke had taken inspiration from it as he created his own, wilder techniques.

"I'm going to make you respect me, scar-face man. I don't care what it takes. I'll make you see my true worth! Just you wait!"

[dxllhcuse]

📐 + 210 cm //Valryn, cause funny. :3c

Sent 📐 + your character's height to compare | | ACCEPTING

as I was drawing Valryn it took me this long that I can't draw male characters ajhfsbfjh

here is a little doodle as well

[fruitanddarkness]

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//I love to cook and try recipes from different cultures. I made Krad Kra Pao (thai chicken and basil stir fry) with coconut rice a few days ago and it was super tasty!~