Dracula + bloody tears in Hellsing Ultimate (2012) and Castlevania (2017)
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ย ย Oblivious to the requirement of the club ( at least, she was just let in despite looking totally out of the picture! - now who would say no to a paying customer? ), Laurie took a sip of her recently received drink. Neither his question enlightened her about this apparent small โruleโ of the etiquette. The first human contact in a day! She studied the stranger seated nearby her from top to bottom. Purple. Was that supposed to be a pick up line? Before her gaze met his again, she took a brief look down at her clothing ( which none had the said colour). But that wasnโt going to stop Laurie from giving him just a little bit to think about. Whether or whether not standing out from the crowds, after paying herself in - she was there to have some fun.
ย โ Maybe I am. Want to take aย guess?ย โ Grin behind the glass was impish. As she set down the glass, there was a slight arch of a brow. Flirting, were we?ย ย โ Andโฆโ She allowed her gaze to linger over him - giving it intentionally longer time than necessary.ย โ โฆhow about you? โ
Hyper-aware of her gaze, Alex considers the lingering look a compliment -- at least a sign of blossoming interest, but part of him gains a depraved satisfaction out of the possibility her surveyance is judgmental and disparaging. She's a cut apart from the rest, her beige blouse could be considered a cardinal sin by some in here solely for its colour and lack of excess in chiming accessories.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย At her rebuttal, he laughs -- a huff of amusement, then makes a show of deliberative thinking, black-brown eyes straying from her as if studying the air.
โSocks?โ he asks. Heโd already familiarised himself with the visible palette of her outfit in a momentary glance while walking over here, if his stare focuses anywhere, it is only her face.ย โDonโt think Iโm at liberty to guess anythinโ else that isnโt makinโ a headline appeareance...โ he says respectfully, but his smirk suggests a shared unspoken understanding.ย โAs for me, I can show you as a matter aโfact.โ Undeterred by etiquette or shame, he lifts the hem of his already flimsy excuse for a shirt, revealing a tattoo etched just left of his lean abdomen. Stained into his skin is a violet petunia -- perched in its centre a coquettish pin-up girl, posing much like a burlesque dancer in a giant champagne glass.
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MUSE STATS !
# ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย 1 ย / ย 2 ย / ย 3 +
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐: ย high ย / ย average ย / deep
๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย yes ย / ย no
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย confident / ย shy ย / ย approachable ย / ย hostile / ย other
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย slumped ย / ย straight ย / ย stiff ย / ย relaxed
๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย head tilting ย / ย swaying ย / ย fidgeting ย / ย stuttering ย / ย gesturing ย / ย arm crossing ย / ย strokes chin ย / ย er, um, or other interjections ย / ย plays with hair or clothing ย / ย hands at hips ย / ย inconsistent eye contact ย / ย maintains eye contact ย / ย frequent pausing ย / ย stands close ย / ย stands at distance ย / ย absolutely klutzy fuckhead
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย โผโผโผโปโป
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย โผโผโผโผโป
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย โผโผโผโปโป
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๐๐๐๐๐: ย โผโผโผโผโป
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ย โผโผโผโผโป
๐ฝ๐๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐
arse. ย ass. ย asshole. ย bastard. ย bitch. ย bloody. ย bugger. ย bollocks. ย chicken shit. cock.ย ย crap. cunt. dick. ย frick. ย fuck. ย horseshit. ย motherfucker. ย piss. ย prick. ย screw. ย shit. ย shitass. ย son of a bitch. ย twat. ย wanker. ย pussy.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐
christ on a bike. ย christ on a cracker. ย damn. ย goddamn. ย godsdamn. hell. ย holy shit. ย jesus. jesus christ. ย jesus h christ. ย jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. ย jesus, mary and joseph. ย sweet jesus.
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contractions or enunciation? ย straightforward or cryptic? ย jargon or toned? ย complexity or simplicity? ย finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? ย masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? ย formalities or abrasiveness? ย praise or equivocation? ย frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? ย name-calling or magnanimity? ย friendly or blunt nicknames?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?
almost always ย / ย frequently ย / ย sometimes ย / ย rarely ย / ย never
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?
almost always ย / ย frequently ย / ย sometimes ย / ย rarely ย / ย never
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ย
almost always ย / ย frequently ย / ย sometimes ย / ย rarely ย / ย never
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ย
almost always ย / ย frequently ย / ย sometimes ย / ย rarely ย / ย never
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
yes ย / ย no ย / ย only ironically
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐? ย
but ย / though ย / ย although ย / ย however ย / ย perhaps ย / ย mayhaps
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
walk away ย / ย ask if thatโs everything ย / ย say that thatโs everything ย / ย give a proper goodbye ย / ย tell their company theyโre done here ย / ย remain quiet ย / ย they donโt
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
titles ย / ย first names ย / ย surnames ย / ย full names ย / ย nicknames
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?
upper ย / ย middle / ย lower
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
accent ย / ย vocabulary ย / tone ย / ย level ย / ย politeness ย / brusqueness ย / ย it doesnโt
tagged by:ย @indulgentiaโ ( cheers bb! )
tagging:ย @bestiardโ.ย @descartedโ. @torturepornoโ. @obsessicnโ. @atnoctumโ @goldwebbedโ & anyone is free to steal !!
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alex is hired to appear in an ad campaign similar to 90s haagen dazs or a sensual chocolate brand and attains a minor online cult mainly comprised of menopausal mothers i shld think ... a slideshow of him set to darren hayesโย โinsatiableโ .. forums featuring impassioned discussions on what fragrance a scented candle named after him should be .. budding rumours that he is set to star in an 80s bandโs comeback music video ..ย
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a primer for the small weird loves, richard siken
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
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In your room Your burning eyes Cause flames to arise Will you let the fire die down soon Or will I always be here Your favourite passion Your favourite game Your favourite mirror Your favourite slave
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ย ย ย โ ย the way you flirt isโฆ . โย ย thereโs a long pause where you can inform contemplation from the wrinkles on her forehead โโโโโ what was the english word she was searching for? not dirty, but not subtle? โฆ .sad? pathetic? oh. . .ย @vamytasโย /ย claire calyette
ย ย ย โ ย shameful.ย โ
โThen how should I flirt -- shamelessly?โ Alex smirks, the curving of his lips both innocent and deviant. He thumbs at his earring, employing a faux coyness; no man in layers of silver jewellery is ever shy.ย โMore importantly, how doย you flirt? Judginโ by the critique,ย your methodology lacks any shame.โ
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Saint Laurent SS15
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im actually so specific abt photographic depictions of alex.. i scroll down on a blog to see a torso covered in tats like yes, ideal, okay and then see the hem of the modelโs briefs are hugo boss.. Immediate Indignation
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ย ย ย WHY NOT?ย The final thought encouraged Laurie to step inside the building. Having spent an hour with aimless pace in the city. She yearned a place to go, people to talk to. In such a big place, she was allowed an anonymity - but at the price of isolation.
As she stepped inside. So many new things presented at once, she felt like peeking inside a rabbit hole: into an alternative World where sounds and visuals perked her senses in a new way. To her ears it was odd - yet curious. Different place. A place where no one in their alternative styles represented her. But in a way, she felt welcomed. As she stood by her spot after leaving her jacket by the door, she must have seemed like a lost soul in her baggy sleeved beige blouse, jeans and leather boots. The gazes were curious, yet none seemed of ill-willed towards a new comer. Quick glances, perhaps, she was imagining it. Too aware it was very specific club. Yet, if anyone asked about her ratherย โcasualโ appearance, would it be fair to judge one for looks? She planned to respond.ย
It took her a while to study the interior from afar, decide a place she could withdraw and observe, she wasnโt sure whether to find there more than few drinks - perhaps new things to learn. Perhaps, even ask about things once she encouraged herself enough. She didnโt belong there, it was for sure - in her mind, that was. The people were of different and she felt like a mother searching for a lost daughter - In a way she felt like breaking some kind of a code as she stepped towards the counter, to see what there was to offer. As she waited for an order, her gaze locked at someone. || @vamytasยท
If someone were able to view the club,ย Indigo, from its ceiling, they would have to squint to discern a figure who wasnโt donned in black. The dark congregation revel in a macabre melody, clubbers swaying to a danceable dirge with a solemnity rivalling a funeral procession, the same percussive rhythm pulsing in every chest; each flickering shadow sharing the same heartbeat. Alex is seemingly no outlier to the same rule, although the musical mimicry of a heartbeat lacked any physiological basis in his body -- half-modestly covered in a sheer mesh shirt and leather trousers.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย Blood lingers like an opaque haze in the air, a heady incense willing his thoughts to focus on nothing else but a means to quickly abate the thirst clawing at his throat. He courses a path for the bar, deftly ducking underneath an arm undulating in front of his face, weaving through the crowd with the same ease as a cat slipping through a door left ajar. Emerging from the cobweb of clubbers, he scans for an empty space at the bar, conveniently within talking proximity of a woman. Nonchalant, he leans on the chrome countertop, gaze glazing over the bottles lined up beside one another on the shelves. The bartender glances at him while filling a glass but Alex feels a much longer lasting look from someone more fortuitous.
ย ย ย ย ย Meeting her gaze, he doesnโt waste a second in breaking the ice, asking without needing to raise his voice above the music to be heard,ย โSo -- what are you wearinโ thatโs purple?โย
It was an entry requirement detailed on the clubโs flyers -- peeling off walls around town. Whether or not it held true at the door for all was debateable.
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anyway here is alexโs HYPOTHETICAL sheet if he was in a session. his primary strengths are looking pretty while driving
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rough
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โTemple Of Loveโ |ย The Sisters Of Mercy ft. Ofra Haza
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@bestiard sent: Casually sneaking from behind him, almost as a wolf hunting in the dark, but only to climb on his back and take a good sniff of his scent.
Standing at his desk, Alex sifts through a collage of discarded designs; half-hearted lineart of panthers prowling towards pin-up girls, a snake coiling like an encroaching vine around a disembodied, stilletto-heeled leg. What forced a frown to crease his brow, however, was a singular bill that was hidden away and unopened for a week or so, only fished out once theย โout of sight - out of mindโ approach wore off and he submitted to the droll task of calculating whether he would be in debt for the rest of the week.ย
ย ย ย ย ย Idly scratching at his jaw, the dollar signs blur, unfocusing along with his attention span, his scrutinising stare easing as his gaze flickers then gravitates to a sketched face --- peering at him over the corner of the document he should be studying. The prospect of his financial destitution no longer matters, any consequence of his inaction becoming insubstantial when his eyes lock onto her illustrated gaze.ย
Lucia had become a fixture in his parlour and flat even during her absence. The once empty contents of his fridge now stocked with provincials prepared for her spontaneous drop-ins; bottles of soda and pre-cooked meat, clementine rinds in the kitchen bin, a rented VHS of a B-movie collecting dust on the countertop. Mortal comforts assume the idolisation of religiously protected relics, much like any conversation with her, where even the most phatic and one-dimensional remarks and comments could rival the significance of a sermon.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The bill is brushed aside, revealing a full page of fine-point drawings shaped by his memory, her face immortalised in overlapping repetitions and varying angles. So fixated on which details to amend; how to assure her likeness, whether the intone of a shadow was too harsh, which medium to use for colour, he is oblivious to his subjectโs silent footsteps behind him. All until he feels a familiar pair of hands slide over his back.
ย ย ย ย ย ย โChrist, youโre quiet when you want to be,โ he huffs in amusement, unstartled. Grinning, his head inclines to face her, only to still when he hears a deep inhalation below the nape of his neck, her breath over his skin coaxing a tremor to stroke, sinuous and languid, from the crown of his head down to the base of his spine.ย โLethal, you are, Lu. Could kill me pullinโ that stunt,โ he murmurs, warmed by her sudden embrace.
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