ichormortem

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|| putting Declan on hiatus for a while. not feeling that welcome here anymore.

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crimson eyes scanning his current project pause when an unfamiliar voice announces themselves, gloved and inked hands place the scalpel onto the metal tray besides him. he was sure that security would be able to keep this place safe, that was until now; he’ll have to sort them out later.

“business partnership? rarely am I approached for such things; what do you want from me?” he replied lowly, hands now removing his gloves before he moves away from the table and takes a sip of his glass, clearing his throat. “I was pretty sure that my security had this place safe, so pardon me if I’m a little surprised at your presence.”

now removing his apron and placing it aside, he closes the curtain around his latest piece and makes his way over to the stranger yet keeping a distance. “can I offer you a drink, at least?”

starter for @designedparadigm 𖤐

Declan’s reputation amongst the art community was one that was incomparable to anyone else, due to his uniqueness of display and choice of topic; the human body. Though how he created such pieces was unknown to fans and viewers. Many thought he would make them out of clay and other material, and was incredibly skilled and gifted with his hands to make the most lifelike pieces that were sold to various clients over the years, however the dark secret that he kept about his ideas and designs kept him from being found out.

He was at home this dark evening, the clouds in the sky threatening to unleash rain any second; busy at work as per usual, quiet music played in the background as skilled hands carved into his newest ‘piece’. One could say he was in the ‘zone’, undisturbed and humming softly along with the music. No one should be disturbing him at this hour, not even his own security unless it was urgent enough.

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| going to get to replies and properly setting up this blog over the next few days! I’ll be in DMs if anyone wants to plot

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you don’t understand…it’s a need at this point

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starter for @designedparadigm 𖤐

Declan’s reputation amongst the art community was one that was incomparable to anyone else, due to his uniqueness of display and choice of topic; the human body. Though how he created such pieces was unknown to fans and viewers. Many thought he would make them out of clay and other material, and was incredibly skilled and gifted with his hands to make the most lifelike pieces that were sold to various clients over the years, however the dark secret that he kept about his ideas and designs kept him from being found out.

He was at home this dark evening, the clouds in the sky threatening to unleash rain any second; busy at work as per usual, quiet music played in the background as skilled hands carved into his newest ‘piece’. One could say he was in the ‘zone’, undisturbed and humming softly along with the music. No one should be disturbing him at this hour, not even his own security unless it was urgent enough.

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Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

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ooc:// hello, I’m not new to tumblr but I need to get used to things on here again.

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It took me more than 3 hours to make all of these. Please do not repost, do not claim it as your own.

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MORE TWO WORD PROMPTS *  assorted two word sentences, adjust as necessary

that's tough.

nice try.

so long.

get lost.

you win.

one more.

i failed.

that's impossible.

try again.

no shot.

believe me.

so... tomorrow?

call me?

too harsh.

this way!

be proactive.

think again.

don't move.

keep low.

you’re joking.

nobody knows.

you coming?

get fucked.

stop that.

not here.

watch yourself.

let’s go.

stay here.

no way.

don’t stop.

keep quiet.

be still.

stop yelling!

now what?

i knew.

where to?

i’m done.

don’t shoot.

try me.

it stopped.

i’m sick.

you’re right.

we’re fucked.

absolutely not.

you’re serious.

you bitch.

fuck off.

eat shit.

nice outfit.

slow down.

no trespassing.

what now?

i’m lost.

since when?

listen here.

who’s that?

go away.

leave now.

stay down.

please stop.

i’m certain.

this sucks.

please listen.

everything hurts.

nevermind that.

fuck you.

we agree?

you knew?

how come?

it’s you.

i disagree.

that’s them.

you’re miserable.

we can’t.

everyone leaves.

it’s raining.

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"slow down? if you don't care to say who you are, then I don't think my work is of your concern."

he stands up and dusts himself off before walking back over to his art piece, sitting down on his chair.

"unless you are death themselves, I am providing you with some sort of unfathomable income."

his eyes widened for a moment, only for a deep grunt to leave his lips when his back met the wall. now on his ass, back to the wall, Declan couldn't help but shake his head and raise a brow, eyes looking up at her.

" you expect me to react with such happiness at seeing an intruder in my home? not at all. "

his voice was rather deep given his appearance, staying put to save more damage to his wall.

" who are you? "

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Lack of Sleep Starters!

pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.

When was the last time you actually got some rest?

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Look at you! You're spilling coffee.

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?

It's 4am. You need sleep.

You're safe here. You can rest now.

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.

I'll carry you to bed if I have to.

Do I need to baby you?

Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Go. To. Bed. That's an order.

I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.

Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?

Want me to tuck you in, too?

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.

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his eyes widened for a moment, only for a deep grunt to leave his lips when his back met the wall. now on his ass, back to the wall, Declan couldn't help but shake his head and raise a brow, eyes looking up at her.

" you expect me to react with such happiness at seeing an intruder in my home? not at all. "

his voice was rather deep given his appearance, staying put to save more damage to his wall.

" who are you? "

"Stop murdering so much, I am literally one a 24/7 collection of souls and it's all your fault!" one angry bruxa.

he pauses mid incision and perks his head up, latex gloved digits now slowly placing his scalpel down before turning his head to look at the intruder of his home.

the doors are locked as well as the windows, how irritating his security can't do their one job.

now standing at his full height of 6'4, the ashen haired man turns to face the creature and without hesitation lunges at her; guess he'll see her out himself.

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"Stop murdering so much, I am literally one a 24/7 collection of souls and it's all your fault!" one angry bruxa.

he pauses mid incision and perks his head up, latex gloved digits now slowly placing his scalpel down before turning his head to look at the intruder of his home.

the doors are locked as well as the windows, how irritating his security can't do their one job.

now standing at his full height of 6'4, the ashen haired man turns to face the creature and without hesitation lunges at her; guess he'll see her out himself.

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" A stoic man with a skilled artist like touch to pieces he creates, but beware the wolf in sheeps clothing, his secrets are darker than an eclipse. "

original fandomless character created by kono #𝐃𝐈𝐎 da!

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