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Questions for Immortals/Ancients

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Over 100,000 confiscated weapons were used to create this 26ft tall “Knife Angel” statue

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by windfalcon

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http://wormsandbones.com

No one has been able to use the downstairs bathtub for a month, and this is the reason. Lake monster, we said, how hard can it be to keep a small one? Well, as it turns out they don’t STAY small for very long, and we didn’t really budget for enough seafood. Tinned smoked oysters were not a hit (and really, does anyone like them?) so we’re considering maybe re-releasing it back into the wild.

The manitouwabing wurm was based on a northern ontario legend that claims such a beast lives in lake manitouwabing. I have an irrational phobia of sea monsters (lake monsters fall under this heading), which was not helped by a very strange experience on that lake when I was a kid. NEEDLESS TO SAY, I have not been swimming in lake manitouwabing since. This guy is HUGE. He’s a full 3.5 ft. long (for reference, I’m 5′7″) and features a moveable jaw, and full articulation, right down to his flukes which can grasp things. He’s hand sewn, and really my photos don’t do justice to all the little details Bones worked into this pattern - its tough to photograph such dark colours though! He’s painted in a metallic gunmetal grey, with blue and green and subtle purple points, with bright bronze eyes (all the better to see you while you’re swimming I assume). His design features a little inspiration from a number of critters; from crayfish to seaweed, to shellfish and even a lil’ basilosaurus.

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slouchey…

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RIDLEY HITS THE BIG TIME !

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impressive..

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passionlitflames‌:

【 ☀ 】 Smiling as he felt Kouichi’s chilly hands wiping the grime from his stomach, Takuya giggled, laying back and squirming around on the bed once he was as clean as he could be without bathing - he stunk now of gore.

【 ☀ 】 “ooooooohh…” His eyes were huge as he rolled over to look at the other. “How’d you kill them?” Waving his legs up and down he about bounced on the be as he told his story.

【 ☀ 】 “My brother always got more attention because he was younger than me - and I hated it. One day I took him to the bathroom, and swirled his head in the toilet. Then I bashed his face against the bathtub - I got blood from his face all over it was fun. Finally I took him outside dragging him by his legs, and I set him on fire. He was still partly alive and he screamed so loudly…”

【 ☀ 】 Recalling the events, Takuya shivered and laughed. “After our parents came out and well, they couldn’t stay alive…so I killed them too.” He said all of it with a twisted smile on his face.

【 ☀ 】 Reaching, he picked up his baseball bat, all the blood having dried on the surface of the aluminum. Picking at the flecks he grew bored. “What do you wanna do?”

As Takuya writhed around like a child, Kouichi grimaced at the thought of ‘taking care’ of them. And not in the sense of killing them. Well, yet, anyway.

“Hm.” The warrior waited for the other’s story to end before telling his own - but of course, embodying the element of darkness, his tale was much shorter.

“I cut him down with my swords.” Instead of elaborating, the demon looked upon his hands as if he could still see and feel the rush of red blood from his brother. “And I did the same with the woman. In her sleep; across the throat.”

He wouldn’t want to admit it was a mercy killing - for her own sake, instead of having to live without her sons. But Kouichi didn’t intend to tell Takuya this, especially with the way the other’s smile sickened even him.

“Play baseball?” he offered sarcastically, before finally standing from his position and searching around the bedroom. He wasn’t used to ‘doing’ many things these days, especially of his own volition...

“Tell me what you would like me to do,” Duskmon muttered, closing his eyes.

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“There is a difference between roaring and screeching. A very distinct difference, especially in tone. Besides, I was so far out that no– why in the name of the Angels are you in this neck of the woods in the first place?”

“I see. So when I roar, it’s ‘an annoying, high-pitched screech that wakes everyone up’ but when you do it, it’s different and thus, fine.”

The beast scoffs.

“I’ve been watching you, of course. Your cries woke me, not that you care.”

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A hitman who advertises his services the way a commission artist does

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“And you say I’m the annoying, screeching loud one.” Velgrmon glares.

The hour was still early, yet the dragon hadn’t forgotten his exercises from the night before– he was in the mood to flex his vocal cords, and it was very likely anyone in a mile’s radius would hear it, guaranteed. 

“RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

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Day 2: Favorite Quote // The Moment He Became (One Of) Your Favorite Character(s)

- Don’t make me laugh! Justice? Righteous?! Keep that shit to yourselves! -

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everyone please watch this im fucking losing it

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Memory and Thought by FleetingEmber

In Norse mythology, Huginn (from Old Norse “thought”) and Muninn (Old Norse “memory”) are a pair of ravens that fly all over the world, Midgard, and bring information to the god Odin.

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