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✖ ⋮⋮ previously   on   @duskconsumed​ :

   HARSH   GRIP   SWINGS   ;   STALKER   HITTING   the   damp,   brick   wall   behind   him   with   a   heavy   crack   —   this   raven   was   poisoned   with   paranoia.   this   was   very   obvious.   a   mere   sound   sends   her   prowling   at   this   point   !   everything   was   a   spy,   a   camarilla  fuck   !   dagger-sharp   nails  pierce   taut   flesh   of   the   supposed   alleyway   stalker’s   throat.   cainite   blood   caresses   her   alabaster   skin   ;   eyes   of   abyss   stare   with   murderous   intent,   yet   .   .   .   they   fall  upon   a   familiar   face.   for   once,   not   the   kind   that   sofia   ached   to   de-spine   &   torture   in   the   rays   of   sunlight   !   ❝   you   CANNOT   do   that,  ❞   lasombra   chastises,   any   semblance   of   the   cainite   he   knew   (  a   pretty   cardinal   of   the   sabbat   sat   atop   an   obsidian   throne   )   was   washed   away   from   the   meager   existence   of   this   pitiful,   human-infested   earth.   ❝   don’t   speak   of   seeing   me.   go   away.   ❞

Such demeanour got him startled. Although perhaps it was completely justifiable by the circumstances that entangled both creatures of the night. However, I still managed to leave him stunned, trapping him in a rather distressing feeling of not knowing how to respond -------------- nor what to feel. Yes, deep down, that solid lifeless body was convinced of being incapable of feeling anything but hunger, anger and greed, but the flood of thoughts and sensations that those few words carried inside him were hard to describe in mere words. What did she really mean by that? Still, Cainite well knew that getting involved more than he should surely could bring unspeakable consequences ------------------ for both of them. A shake of the head to ward off that turmoil of thoughts, firm arms pinning the other in place. with any luck, even she wouldn't notice it.    ❛❛ Sofia —————— Sofia, snap out of it ! ❜❜    Trembling words were what was managed to be pushed out of his mouth even though it might not have had the desired effect just yet.   ❛❛ That doesn't suit you, Cardinal. ❜❜    forced a low laugh between his nostrils, just to disguise his own dilemma, leaning forward to pretend dominance and provocation.

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(◡‿◡✿) sof characters resting their head on the stoic character’s shoulder (◕◡◕✿) stoic characters initiating physical affection for the first time (ʘ‿ʘ✿) strong character being vulnerable after getting injured, cradled by the sof character while they sleep

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The Brujah are one of the thirteen clans of Kindred in Vampire: The Masquerade. Quick to anger and always passionate in the Modern Nights, they have been regaining their position as a clan of lofty philosophers and activists and are often pointed to as a clan of unruly rebels and roughnecks that should not be messed with.

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ever night 将夜: behind the scenes

Chen Feiyu and Song Yiren being cuties

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nectarphilia‌.

い♡ ▪ ▪ ▪    ❛ “keep ‘em”…? you mean the bad guys you work for? ❜ suddenly she remembered the reason for her question, pulling a face.

                  ❛ still! that’s no excuse, you could have sent a message, I’d have felt relieved. ❜ she complained, his job (should she even consider it as a job?) is too dangerous, of course she felt uneasy when she heard no news of him after a while.

❛❛ Yeah, sure. ‘The guys I work for’... ❜❜   There’s this hint of awkwardness, uneasiness even, in the chuckle that ended his sentence, echoing the therm the other just used. Of course she was right ( and she probably knew it ), but only partially; Not only the new and different clients and affairs this life he had chosen for himself entailed, but there’s also the women ( and sometimes men in alarming cases ) he would usually string along ----------- Matters that weren't worth mentioning to someone like her; Unimportant for sure. So after a while stroking the pastel strands of hair, he continued  ❛❛ I’mma make sure to do it next time, then ------------------ But, y’know, I’m not that good at starting convos: I’m SHY. ❜❜  You filthy cynical man, that’s what he is. But at least he’s aware the other knows it.

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nectarphilia‌.

い♡ ▪ ▪ ▪    ❛  you should have known I’d lead you to the sweet side of life at some point, hee hee. ❜ she giggled &&. hugged him without prior notice, after all, she doesn’t have to worry about negative reactions. ❛ I missed you, why do you aaaaalways have to disappear out of nowhere? ❜

❛❛ This is one of my countless charms, princess ------------ ! ❜❜   He sudden motion made him flinch a little, heavy soles so very stable on the ground preventing the solid body to move a single inch, nor the sweets from falling from the intricate package as he continued speaking as if the prior impact made no difference on his tone, a free hand reaching for the soft pink hair.   ❛❛ Playin’ hard to get entices people, I need to keep ‘em expectant and entertained after all. ❜❜   Another pause, this one to incite suspense for his following point:  ❛❛ You should know how it is, huh? ❜❜  

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nectarphilia‌.

い♡ ▪ ▪ ▪    ❛ maybe, maybe ~ inside there is a little surprise, open it.  ❜

                  her cheerfulness was the same as always, alongside a warm smile full of expectations, hopefully he will like her handmade chocolate.

Of course he is happy, pleased at the very, very least even without knowing what could that box be hiding inside. Being far too found of any kind of affection, let alone from someone he held at the highest esteem; He opened, expectant, to find the small sweets to which his grin grew larger at.  ❛❛ Y’know you’re gonna ruin my low carb diet, right? ❜❜ A chuckle paused his words.   ❛❛ I might make an exception just ‘cause it’s you... ❜❜

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nectarphilia‌.

い♡ ▪ ▪ ▪    ❛ see? I made this for you. ❜

He stared, somewhat dumbfounded, at the tiny and delicate package, this crescent line forming on the thick lips; ❛❛ Hey, what's with that --------- ? Say, princess, are you giving me a late birthday gift?❜❜

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In honour of WoD Latino America day I drew the crew of the current Sabbat campaign I’m part of! I’m very excited about how this is gonna turn out, although I’m scared my character may meet his final death on our next session. They are:

Maxwell, a very awkward Tzimisce that think animals are better than people.

Selina, a sly but short tempered Gangrel (antitribu): the actual woman in charge.

Guizo, a grumpy and hella gay Brujah (antitribu) who has a death metal band.

Jung, the actual drama queen of the group, a Serpent of the Light.

Hector, a very social low key high key psycho Malkavia (antitribu) who plays with people… Like, literally.  

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE AN INCREDIBLE WOD DAY OUT THERE!

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nowassemble replied to your post: @nowassemble​ replied to your photoset. ...

e eu aqui de toreador querendo criticar quem? cruz credo q MAS A GENTE FINGE pode por ravnos e tremere no mesmo saco aí q

❛❛ Mas falar bem de Brujah, cadê? Tô esperando. ❜❜    Não que tenha muita coisa boa pra falar de qualquer forma. Desdizer é que não vai; Adora uma boa zoeira.

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@nowassemble​ replied to your photoset.

TREMERE NÃO É CLÃ E EU CONCORDO COM ISSO, ELES QUE LUTEM

❛❛ Eles que lutem memo ------------ Porque quem usa mágica é porque não se garante no soco. ❜❜

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@enterlilith​ replied to your photoset:

TREMERE NÃO É CLAN OBJECTION YOUR HONOR

❛❛ OBJECTION DENIED ------------ ! Facts are facts! ❜❜    Ele tá com o abadá dos Brujah, mas não pode perder a piada;   ❛❛ A menos que você me suborne.  ❜❜

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❛❛ Bebam e dancem muito; Não fiquem sozinhos e não aceitem bebida de estranhos, principalmente se eles tiverem um sotaque engraçado. Bom carnaval pra geral; menos pros Tremere que Tremere nem é gente. ❜❜ 

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KEVIN O CHRIS  |  TU TÁ NA GAIOLA

Ei, TU TÁ NA GAIOLA!

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rxvenous‌.

“Se não está, deveria estar.” Deu de ombros e riu mostrando os dentes. “Você não sabe, essa é a parte interessante.” Não se importava em ser discreto, já tinha passado deste ponto com ele. Insinuações estavam lá em cima para Starry no momento. “Além disso, já vi mais essa teta do que qualquer um.” Não que fosse novidade, ele andava por ai mostrando o corpo o tempo todo, mas Starry estava de fato enjoado de costura-lo.

❛❛ 'Cê tá pensando que eu sou o quê? ❜❜   Fingiu alguma indignação enquanto a expressão remanescia perfeitamente firme e teatralmente séria.  ❛❛ Sou homem direito, rapaz, me respeite...! ❜❜   Mentira. Mesmo porquê, este rapaz levava as palavras Carpe Dien muito a sério... Talvez até demais. Então, prontamente o respondeu de imediato.    ❛❛ E você devia se sentir honrado porque eu não deixo esse templo corpinho aos cuidados de qualquer um, sacou? ❜❜   Basicamente ninguém ( que ele não confiasse ).

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rxvenous‌:

Ergueu o dedo indicador quase imediato. Era necessário fazer uma observação. “Nunca… até agora, meu amigo!” Starry arqueou a sobrancelha. “A carne é fraca e eu ainda estou dentro do prazo limitado.” Sorriu extremamente cínico.

❛❛ E ‘cê ‘tá achando que eu 'tô desesperado pra mudar isso? ❜❜  Claro, o meio sorriso só fazia se acentuar enquanto cada palavra era pronunciada, quase como se denotassem ultrage.  ❛❛ Então tem prazo de validade? Como que eu vou saber se ‘tá vencido ou não?  ❜❜