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[jamie-schroeder]

Closed RP with Crystxllinx and Meinotpfeels

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Practically sprawled across the warm lap of the crystal adept and amie was more than content, little fingers flexing open and closed slowly to match the longer fingers combing through the soft white strands of his hair, eyes closed and a tiny rattled hum akin to a purr sounding in his chest.

This was nice. So much nicer than his alcove. No wind chill factor, no rain, no cold, food, and so long as he didn’t steal he was fine to sit on his usual spot with his tin for the occasional coin dropped in the tin to help him get by. And pay Moyrah as best he could.

Jamie... Just was not expecting company. A month here, and Moyrah had never brought another inside the front door aside he that he knew off. Oh, how he wished he was busking tonight because shit was about to go down...

[intothewildsea]

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“You seem familiar. Have we met before?”

[bespxke]

Duck.

Strike.

Jab.

Weave.

All the things Ghastly had running through his head while he was in the ring. He had needed to blow off a bit of steam, and had gotten word in passing from a client about an off the books boxing tournament. Of course, it was probably frowned upon by the local law enforcement, and if they were to find out, Ghastly would be neck deep in hot water, but he paid that no mind. It wouldn’t be the first time.

By the time the bell rang for the end of the second round, the crowd had gone surprisingly silent. No one had expected the newcomer to be as efficient as he was. But when the bell rang to signal the beginning of the third round, it was as if all the fight had left him. Ghastly was getting knocked around like a ragdoll, and not by any stroke of bad luck, either.

It was completely voluntary.

The round ended and Ghastly turned, walking out of the ring bruised and  bloodied to no end. Sometimes he needed to take a good beating.  

@crystxllinx

[quidprcquo]

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     “Is there something that you need?”

[midaseyes-blog]

@crystxllinx 

“Are those mashed potatoes?”

Rule One: Don’t let a hungry Erskine into your kitchen. Don’t let him touch the ingredients, don’t let him do anything because he will set your kitchen on fire.

“Let me taste some- Poison test, you know?”

[thethirdgeneral-blog]

crystxllinx

Vile didn’t move nor speak as he studied the woman standing in front of him. Many sorcerers had tried standing before him during the war. He’d killed them all with little to no effort. Shadows coiled around his armor, sharpening, moving almost of their own accord  they were so tuned into his hatred of Argona Dia Moria. 

But the Necromancer didn’t strike yet. She intrigued him in a way. 

She wasn’t as powerful as many of the sorcerers he’d killed before. Not even close, and yet here she was, standing before him. Vile  couldn’t decide whether she was brave or stupid, not that he truly  cared which it was. 

With a wave of his hand, he sent a spear of sharpened shadows straight for her, intending to end things then and there and move on to his next enemy. 

[jamie-schroeder]

Closed RP with Crystxllinx

[ CONTINUED FROM HERE for crystxllinx ]

He hadn't expected any kindness from her again, not after their last meeting. Sure, she’d let him go in the end from the underground cavern with a stern verbal beating about taking her stuff again, but from his little alcove on his usual side walk he’d seen her pass him thrice that day and not once did she come near him and he did not blame here. His money from other ... regretfully stolen good had seen to buying a pair of warmish boots from a Lifeline along with a thicker blanket he’d even gone through the trouble of paying a laundromat dryer for to warm it up before the snow set in.

So, when she had offered him food, and an address if he required anything from a shower to food even a couch he was ... actually in shock. He spent a half hour sitting in the snow actually wondering if he had nearly died and her generosity had been a core temperature dropped hallucination but the taste of food on his lips and the new coat told him anything but. He had no other choice if he wished to last the night. The fleece and blanket would keep him warm, sure, but between the snow coming down heavy and the wind chill factor, any heat he managed to make wouldn’t last him very long and he would freeze.

Upon the door opening by the life saving women and being granted access inside you had one little blanket swaddled albino cautiously creeping around the apartment like a cat in a new home inspecting rooms before slinking back into the main room where the door was trying to keep the drips of snow from the blanket at hair he had missed shaking off at the door from reaching the floor. He looked like a little mop in a blanket...

[misscaiin]

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    “ It looks worse than it is, you know.                I can still  FIGHT.  ” 

[bespxke]

Ten months ago, I finished the Skulduggery Pleasant series. I decided, as I had developed an unhealthy obsession with Ghastly Bespoke, that making a blog would be an interesting idea. And now, there are 130 of you who seem to agree with me.

My Dream Team ( the real mvps )

@caiiin - first and foremost, you are the reason I am here today. you convinced me to make this blog and I am forever thankful. you are a wonderful person and a wonderful valkyrie.

@crystxllinx - you’re the root cause of all of my feelings surrounding this precious noodle of a man. moira and ghastly just give me so many feelings, she’s such a well thought out character and your writing is phenomenal

@misscaiin - youuuuuuu! you are so nice and make me laugh all the time. I 100% love your portrayal of val and our threads always make me smile because they’re sO DAMN CUTE.

@detectiveswife - *cracks knuckles* our threads tear my heart out. seriously. but you also agree with my thoughts that ghastly loved skul’s wife once upon a time which is kind of amazing??????? you’re real awesome and I love that you’ve brought this character to life.

@skuldxggxry - MY QUEEN. you’re the best skulduggery I’ve ever encountered and your writing is like some gift from the gods I stg. you’re the bestest and don’t ever forget it.

The Elementals ( aka New Year’s Resolution is to talk more )

@goldenxeyed - @iinthefiight - @moneybxnes - @intothewildsea - @punchpeople - @solomxn - @ofskiins - @dreameriisms - @admiinistratorus - @straightrazor-hitman

[baron-vengxous-archived]

Do you even fuckin' LIFT, SON!?

“... You know what? Just for that-” Baron hissed as he grabbed her, rolling out of push ups to hold her aloft and smirking as he raised and lowered her with a proud little hum.

“-Fuck you, Leggings”

[caughtrxdhanded]

Art Roleplay || Crystxllinx

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[jamie-schroeder]

So, you love ALL of me, ‘Mother’?

crystxllinx

It was unsure how long it had been standing there for. Five minutes? Ten? long enough for the the scent to fill the room and blood caking his forearms to dry into little flakes save for claw which now dripped like the final sands in an hourglass. Slowly.

The Man had come past while his host was sleeping, had tackled him off the couch with a gun in his mouth threatening to run him out of his home and ruin his little abode. And the moment the gun wasn’t held securely in The Man’s hand thanks to a burst of static it was showing just how well it remembered all its time aboard the Airship. Surging up with jaws agape and 'Jamie’ was sinking the curved teeth into the crook of the throat and biting till something went crunch and warmth sprayed across the side of his face and head. 

Artery. Not bad for a years hibernation on the first go. From there, it was a constant barrage of striking with tooth and claw till the toxin in his saliva ceased all movement in the bitten areas as affected tissue, unable to receive signals from the brain as the venom turned gelatinous, went ‘dead’. And The Man, this Fritz was unable to do anymore than breathe where he remained propped upright by the taloned hand through his chest cavity, the frantic squeezes of the heart punctured around his claws brushing along his fingers with each fading beat.

It also remembered Moira as the sound of the lock in the door echoed through the deathly quiet apartment, the head slowly turning to look at her as something hit the floor. Big white eyes with a slit of black for a pupil, bloodied from near head to toe and drying in the very puddle ‘Jamie’ stood in;

Fritz...

[quidprcquo]

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              “Moira, my dear. I thought you’d forgotten                about me.” He purred, standing at the glass.

[caughtrxdhanded]

[ continued from here X ]

{♞} - “My fault, huh?” Thin lips stretched into a smug grin as he stepped right in front of Moira. A gloved hand got hold of the girl’s chin, emerald orbs starring into violet ones.

“Did I not forbid you to enter my private quarters while I’m gone? Did I not tell you to keep hands of things that are mine and not yours to own, my dearest Moira mine?” He purred, his gently voice betrayed by his words and the glimmer in his eyes.

The hand was lowered and he stepped back. “I should leave you in here for two more hours at the very least. Alone and cuffed, so you’ll have time reconsider and regret ignoring my orders.”

[enviious]

@gistuser​ & @crystxllinx​

                   “If you attempt to have sex or wear your unsanitary shoes     in my house, I’ll have you both neutered, like the animals you are.“