#culhund

[aevyternal]

Hands rest on his knees ,   leaning forward as smile plays upon rosy lips as she gazes up at him .   Dark lashes dip with a chuckle that escapes her ,   one hand lifting from its place to gently TAP the tip of his nose .                          ❝    WOOF~    ❞

                  @culhund​

[ardenssolis]

@culhund said (inbox):

he slithers out from beneath the shadows, it is a mystery how a massive form such as his could remain concealed for so long. there is no fear as alter approaches the other man . . . slowly lifting himself from all fours and onto two as he looks down. serpent tongue slithering out from between his lips. ‘ it has been a long time, hasn’t it . . . ‘

     FOR MOST PEOPLE, THEY might have jumped and screamed upon being met with this hulking form appearing from the shadows like some demonic entity. However, Ozymandias had become so used to the Alter’s unexpected visits that he just met it all in stride…for the most part. Honestly, he didn’t think he would ever completely be used to these random appearances. ❝Alter,❞ he greeted, glancing up and straining his neck just a little to meet those intense, glowing eyes. ❝I can see that you have been doing well. A shame that you became ten times more elusive as of late. I almost missed your presence.❞ Just a little. A teeny, tiny bit.  

[soulsbetrayed]

@culhund replied to your post ““Not my circus not my monkey, but depending on who...”:

' . . . in a dress ? '

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“I suppose it’s the ridiculousness of it all that’s funny about it.”

[deathleadsarc]

@culhund​ said:    curls up like dog.

    “ Comfortable? Oh goodness! You’re going to make Basker jealous! ”

[malxshrine-a]

bwork.

❛❛         𝒕𝒉𝒆      𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍      𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔❟      jaw   unhinging   splits   apart   the   palm   of   his   hand   to   hanging   on   by   threads   of   bone   and   skin   and   muscle   to   release   an   unnatural   bellow,   a   unholy   noise   of   greeting   to   the   other.

[frezes]

holds her face in his large claws, tipping her entire face up to meet his gaze. crimson eyes burning. ' did you know . . . corruption has a taste ? '

@culhund,        unprompted,        always  accepting.

            by  all  means  should  little  songbird  be  terrified  by  him;        by  his  stature,         the  dark  aura  wafting  ‘round  his  person  akin  to  dark  cloud,        the  way  he  holds  girlish  expressionism  in  such  a  way  that  makes  hummingbird  heartbeat  sprint  within  ivory  ribs   . . .    but  instead  shall  dove  be  enticed  by  him,        never  afraid  despite  how  easily  he  could  rip  this  pretty  head  from  body  the  same  way  one  plucks  carrots  from  the  ground.    her  feet  are  nearly  off  the  ground        &.        there’s  the  faintest  pink  colour  flourishing  ‘cross  cheeks  in  a  soft  blanketing  fashion.    a  gulp,        a  hand  coming  to  place  ‘pon  his  own  as  if  getting  comfortable  where  she  stands.   

            “   . . .         is  that  some  sort  of  secret  you’re  letting  me  in  on        ?     ”     is  all  she  has  the  gall  to  speak,        for  now  anyways.     crystalline  blue  gazes  deep  within  the  confines  of  piercing  crimsons,        &.        her  free  hand  reaches  out  then  so  daint  thumb  may  trace  o’er  his  bottom  lip  in  what  could  only  be  a  challenge.        he  may  have  the  upper  hand,       but  dove  bevlova  is  quite  the  gutsy  type  if  anything.         “   are  you  willing  to  let  me  find  out  what  that  taste  is        ?     ”        she’s  dying  to  know.

[kyousei-a]

     @culhund sᴀɪᴅ:

consume.

     ❝That’s not an option!❞

[fakemiya]

woof woof. ( ominous )

meow meow ( threatening )

[bluthcnd-archived]

looks at with his big ol eyes.

“Yeah? Can I help ya with somethin’? Or are ya expectin’ me t’freak out, ‘cause if tha’s th’case, I gotta say, I’ve seen plenty of big ass demons ‘nd I already cracked a little from tha’, so, yer gonna have t’find someone else t’snack on or somethin’.”

@culhund 

[ardenssolis]

@culhund​ said (inbox):

he does not know how to greet the other man. so, he simply settles for lurking in the doorway.  eyes blazing crimson from within the darkness.

     OZYMANDIAS COULD CERTAINLY FEEL an intense gaze lingering on him, and though he ignored it for a time, whoever the individual in question was certainly held little intent on leaving. Turning his gaze from his book, it was then that he met those bright crimson eyes blazing brightly -- slit pupils so inhuman just like many aspects of a certain Alter, and yet, Ozymandias found such a thing far more intriguing than intimidating. ❝Berserker,❞ he replied in greeting, lips curling into a smirk. ❝Come to visit me have you? Rather than skulking about in the shadows, why not step closer and join me? It has been some time since we have spoken, after all.❞

[contramundi]

*    MUSE PREFERENCES.

animal.    the  dove.   divinity,   grace,   a  symbol  of  world  peace.

flowers.    red  roses.   perfection,   beauty,   the  universal  symbol  of  love.

scent.    smoke  and  scorched  earth;   the  coppery  tang  of  blood,   rose  oils  and  myrrh  with  sandalwood  incense.

coffee.    light  roast  with  four  spoons  of  cream  and  two  spoons  of  sugar.

tea.     chamomile  with  skim  milk  and  a  dollop  of  honey.

drink.    coca  cola  was  his  former  rare  indulgence;   a  gift  for  progressive  behavior  from  his  minders  in  the  laboratory  where  he  was  created.

alcoholic  beverage.    none;   he  does  not  drink  alcohol.

food.     pasta  is  his  favorite  dish  and  comfort  food;   he  prefers  spätzle,   but  is  also  partial  to  salmon  linguine  and  pesto.

dessert.    anything  to  do  with  chocolate,   especially  cake  and  pastries!   cream  cheese  frosting  is  his  favorite  topping.

article  of  clothing.   comically  large  sunglasses  with  pink-tinted  lenses.

candy.   knoppers  are  his  favorite;   hazelnut,   milk  and  cocoa  wafers.   he  also  enjoys  chocolate  bars  and  truffles  from  time  to  time.

left  or  right  handed.   right  handed.

sloppy  or  neat  writing.    extremely  neat  yet  effortless;   although  his  margin  notes  tend  to  have  the  characteristic  of  an  academic’s  scribblings.

clean  or  messy  home.     fastidiously  clean,   but  he  does  have  his  mishaps  from  time  to  time  when  his  concentration  lies  elsewhere.   he  usually  only  troubles  himself  about  tidying  his  own  quarters,   leaving  other  priorities  to  isaak,   who  acts  as  his  butler  alongside  second  in  command.

shower  in  morning  or  night.      morning:   however,   he  prefers  to  indulge  in  the  ritual  of  bathing  versus  showering.   he  particularly  enjoys  ice  baths.

tasks  done  early  or  last  minute.       in  a  timely,   precise  manner;   he  usually  finishes  his  tasks  shortly  ahead  of  schedule,   but  never  later.

love  language.    quality  time.   he  prefers  to  spend  plenty  of  time  on  whomever  he  takes  interest  in,   giving  them  his  total  focus,   which  is  not  necessarily  a  good  thing.   he  often  assumes  the  love  language  of  others  to  be  gift-giving,   which  lends  him  to  being  an  extremely  generous  partner.

believe  in  love  at  first  sight.   perhaps!   he  thinks  the  idea  is  very  quaint.   the  romantic  in  him  very  much  enjoys  the  thought.

[soulsbetrayed]

"The mental image of the tailed Berserker in a furry bikini is genuinely amusing to me." (@/thesixteenpleasures Tsukuyomi to Miyabi)

“H-hey! It’s fine by me if you have a death wish but don’t drag me into it damn it.”

She wanted to avoid a conflict with her Servants not stoke the flames at all. Though the idea did made her giggle just a bit.

@thesixteenpleasures​ and mentioned @culhund​

[deathleadsarc]

@culhund | s.c.

― 🜛 ― a scent overtakes the senses in maddening aches ( bending the neck skyward, shaking back her sheet of long, moonlit hair, all the better take in that familiarity ). chest swells and fingers tingle as the taste of the air lingered at the cupids bow of soft lips, eager now to bare her fangs.

    " How pleasantly surprising. Oh, how I have missed the sight of you! "

[nulltune]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐔 𝐑𝐍?

kisses.     but not like on the mouth. like if you got kissed on the wrist or the hand or the forehead or the nose or the palm or the cheek or the top of the head or anywhere that isn't the mouth you'd fucking explode. this is unfortunate but you'd die happy.

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[azurescaled-arch]

@culhund consider the following

[inunobogyo]

@culhund sent a letter: wags tail gently. in a friendly way.

☾    ―    venomous  eyes  look  on  to  the  stranger,  that  familiar  scent  filling  his  nostrils  and  prompting  him  to  response.  How  rare  for  This  Sesshomaru  to  take  an  interest  in  a  living  being,  but  there  is  a  power  there  that  threatens  to  overcome  him.  Mayhap  it  a  budding  desire  to  break  apart  the  dullness  of  his  traveling  life  that  beckons  him  forward?  Curious,  he  allowed  himself  to  step  ahead,  head  tilted  with  continued  interest.          "  And  for  what  purpose  have  you  approached  me?  "