#sanguine-spades

[devilofthepit]

1, 5, and 12 for the music asks?

1. a song you like with a color in the title

lucy is red by nosferatu! they’re one of my favorite 90s goth bands :)

5 already answered!

12. a song from your preteen years

theoretically i could say my chemical romance for this and it would be accurate but since they’re my favorite band to this day i wanna go with hold on till may by pierce the veil. a few months ago i went down a rabbit hole of songs i listened to in middle school and i had the most visceral reaction to that one, it was the first pierce the veil song i ever heard and it took me right back to middle school which was about as fun as it sounds. i still think it’s a beautiful song and i remember all the words despite not listening to it in years.

thanks for the ask sanguine!!

[teddiebearie]

💌?

vampires! you are the vampire mutual. also blood covered canines (teeth or wolves, your choice). also poetry, dark and gloomy but mysterious and intriguing castles and candlelight... the last two are a bit more random I think but you have The Vibe. and doc martens/that type of shoe or boot and leather jackets!

[garnetcoloredsky]

alright now I just want to put Jyggalag in a box and shake him.

I respect the split with Sheo but come on, a merge would’ve been so much cooler. Or better yet, the split not being quite clean, and the Prince of Order becoming OCD to the point of shaking mania, and the Prince of Madness never quite able to leave his state of dementia.

…and also the pair of them tied with a magical handcuff so they have no choice but to deal with it, and all the shit between them.

………..and they look alike now because I have a thing for brothers.

[l-crimson-l]

jumping on the bandwagon of important questions:

what about the not-fully-human shipgirls like the sakura empire girls/all the undead ones/whatever the spee's have going on

Did I stutter? Love And Cherish.

But honestly I’m a BIG kemonomimi fan so fox/cat/whatever takao has going on, are all -chefs kiss-

Undead ships just mean you get a second chance to love them. Tbh you would be crazy not to take that chance.

Tbh I’m not quite sure what’s going on with the Spee’s either (I’ve mostly just payed attention to Graf Spee) but does that stop me from Loving and Cherishing them? Absolutely not.

[iliektehhaxs]

barnabas brining in fresh blood bags for his vampire love the same way a cat brings in birds and mice………… on a silver platter of course

Any animal owner will tell you the only thing animals love more than food is LIVE food, and Barnabas delivers that in spades. After all, a predator such as you deserves only the best meals.

You smell it in the air, metallic and sweet; the stench of iron, the heady scent of fear, addictive and tantalizing all the same.

The clack, clack, clack of your heels against stone is the only indication you give, the only mercy you afford to your prey. With each step his heart beats faster, that familiar sanguine lust clouding your senses, the urge to give into your baser instincts and take what’s yours almost overpowering you, but not quite.

“Come out now, little mouse,” you call into the empty hallways, the sound echoing. “There is only so far you can flee, and I can tell you’re tired.”

This latest catch is defiant to the last, much more entertaining than the scared woman Barnabas had brought before. She was all tears and pleas, her final words a mess of gibberish, you almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

But this man is unlike her; polar opposites. A wicked little smile spreads across your face at the thought of tasting him, fangs peeking out from between your lips—you like your food with a bit of fight to them. His scent—the anxiety, the dopamine—there is no better seasoning.

You round the corner and find him crouched, holding an old candelabra as a makeshift weapon. Resourceful and practical, the silver reflects the predatorial look in your eyes.

“Stay back!” He screams, waving the object around. You let him, walking slowly, enjoying how he scrambles as far as he can go, back touching the wall as he wildly swings.

“Get away from me—!”

“Do you really think you could fight me?”

He amuses you every second he’s alive, but your patience has run short. In the blink of an eye his wrist is snatched from the air, bending awkwardly as he’s forced to let go of his last stand. Fruitlessly, he pulls at your arm, horrified as you don’t budge in the slightest.

“B-Beast! Creature!”

A laugh escapes you. “How very astute.”

Faster than he could register, his body is flung across the smooth floor, tumbling until he hits something. Gathering his bearings, he looks at the object only to find that it is a man, the same man who brought him to this cursed tower in the first place.

“Lord Tharmr!” He cries, weakly crawling to the dark-haired man and grabbing onto his boots. “Please, help me!”

Oh, the poor bastard. If there’s anyone he should fear between the two of you it’s your husband. At least you can be convinced of mercy.

As expected, your husband merely sneers at the sniveling man below him, roughly prying his boots from his grip.

“I give you the gift of witnessing my beloved in all her glory, and this is how you repay me?” He growls, barely containing his anger. “Is this not what you wanted? An audience with the queen?”

“No! Not like this!” He screams, and you can’t help the sigh of disappointment that leaves you at the sight of his tears. As entertaining as he was, he’s just like all the rest.

“Oh for the love of the gods,” you whine, pressing a foot into his back. “When will they ever die with some dignity? Aren’t you ashamed?”

Your heels prod into his back, and yet he still begs. “Please! Do not let this—this thing take my life!”

You feel it rather than see it, and on instinct you stop Odin’s shadowy blade from falling onto his head.

“Barnabas…” you chide. “He’s my food.”

“He’s not even worthy enough to be that,” he hisses angrily.

A look at the man below you proves his point. Gone is the bravado of a man confident in his abilities, and left in his place is a boy, grasping onto the seconds of life he has left to live.

“Calm down, this is your favorite part is it not?”

He looks at you and gone is the anger, adoration left in its place. “It is, my love. Truly, red brings out the brilliance in your eyes.”

A serene moment, interrupted by the hiccuping gasps of your food underfoot.

“Please, I’ll give you gold! Land! Anything you ask—“

“That’s enough out of you,” you say, foot slamming into the back of his head.

There’s a sickening crunch, a crater in the stone floor followed by rivers of red filling into each crack. A sickening gargle leaves him, an attempt to speak no doubt, unable to say a syllable as his jaw is more than likely shattered.

“Damn, I broke the floor,” you sigh. “I’m sorry dear.”

“We can replace it,” Barnabas comforts you. “Unfortunately we cannot replace the time wasted on this whelp.”

“Indeed,” you smile. You lean over and grab the bloodied mess of a man by his hair, nosing over his jugular in anticipation.

“You look magnificent darling.” Barnabas says, crouching down to witness firsthand the bloodthirsty creature he has sworn his life to. “Proof that the most beautiful things are also dangerous.”

If your heart could still beat it would flutter. It’s moments like this that remind you why you accepted marriage, why you chose to spend your life with a mortal. Then you watch his mesmerized gaze as you drink deep of the hapless idiot who had the misfortune to interrupt your vacation and see not a man, but a beast without fangs of his own.

For all the man’s hollering he dies quickly, not so much as a sound as you drain him of his blood, overflowing as it slips past your lips and runs down your chin, some drops trailing between the valley of your breasts—liquid rubies, or so your husband calls it.

Speaking of which, no sooner do you drop your latest meal does he stake his claim against your lips, smearing the remains of your dinner between the two of you. He groans with each kiss, pulls you closer and licks at the sticky corners of your mouth, hands smoothing over your sides.

“Such a messy eater my love, allow me to clean you up,” he mutters, nearly ripping your top to get to your chest faster. His breath quickens at the sight of your blood-stained breasts, tongue laving at every inch of skin exposed, sucking at your nipples when you arch your back and present yourself to him.

“You’re a disgusting man you know,” You sigh in pleasure. “Imagine if your subjects saw you like this.”

He knows you’re joking, because you love him best when he’s covered in blood.

He moans against you, the sound muffled as he focuses on your pleasure. “Do not give me ideas.”

[raytm]

for twenty eight years he had endured. It had never seemed like a grueling task, not one that would scour abrasions into his forbearance until he was all exposed nerves and tumultuous ire. the thing was, when one was so acquainted with death, with killing, it no longer held its harrowing ramifications. It was disconcerting how comparable the crushing of bone sounded, like thick carapace splintering, how the pulp of brain matter and shards of skull could look monstrous if one let their vision fade into amorphous rage. his strength was an asset to the people, one they neglected to recognise as violence when it was harnessed for protection, not destruction. the air felt heavy, the stagnant calm before a fierce storm. that is how he had felt, how cathartic it was to irrevocably yield to that seething rancor. his father’s voice had droned on and on, an ever present second heart - beat, derisive and inordinate. it was rapturous, the silence as he gurgled on mouthfuls of blood, the shuddering heaves of a chest caved in. the crater from the impact of his fist over and over again, a purging of burgeoning resentment that gathered at the ridges of his knuckles, extending across tenuous bone as rib after rib shattered violently, imbedding in vital organs and soft, sanguine tissue. it had started as a trivial conversation, matrimony for the sake of the family, his elder sister too incompetent to even be considered a prospect. he wondered, in that euphoric aftermath, surging through him, his breath ragged, if that was all it too to break, finally. he had weathered their father’s animosity for decades - he was not going to allow it authority over his sister’s lives. gepard laid back, flush to the old, lacquered table where they had eaten dinner numerous times, the velvet cloth draped over it incriminating - saturated. his father’s crumpled body had slumped out of the gilded, imperious chair that sat at the head of the table, toppled over now, confining his mangled arms, stretching out in a blind terror, at all wrong angles. his sightless eyes were wide, horrified, his mouth an everlasting cavern of frantic screams. he sighs, it was like the breath he had been holding for years had finally been released.  he would have to get rid of the body. he closes his eyes for a long moment, considering his options, there were few, this had not been a plotted slaughter - it was impulsive. he had never once considered himself as his father’s killer yet there he was, an abhorrent rendition of carnage, his face pallid, his eyes dark and merciless, fists dripping with his father’s blood, cruor smeared across the back of his hands. he tilts his head back, gazing at the chandelier above, the tiny, ornate crystals seemed to shimmer eerily now, adjudicating him for his crimes. it was unsettling how facile the matter felt, how towing his father’s limp body out of the dining room, leaving a long, sinuous smear of blood, was entirely natural. he was unperturbed by the unpleasantness of it, but also recognised, with cold rationale, that he could not forsake his father to that room, in that house, lest a servant or one of his sister’s should stumble upon it. he had not bothered to clean himself of blood, there was so much he doubted it would be worth the effort expended. rather, with a spade clasped in one hand and his father’s collar viced in the other he walked the cobblestone path into the gardens, his father’s polished, black shoes disturbing the soft dirt, his immaculate clothes sullied with mud, slick with blood. cast in the ambient glow of the moon, the early hours of belobog’s dawn too cold to receive the sleepless, gepard landau buried his father in a shallow grave, the mire and grass shoveled ontop of it marked it not as the work of an amateur but as someone who no longer felt subjected to things such as discretion - or charity. 

[dwtspotify]

[missed updates]

A Bar Song (Tipsy) — Shaboozey (10:38pm EST)

Sometimes — Juice WRLD (11:33pm EST)

Calm Down (with Selena Gomez) — Rema (11:38pm EST)

Teacher’s Pet — Melanie Martinez (11:42pm EST)

Deep End — Jaden (11:46pm EST)

Be Nice ft Snoop Dogg) — Black Eyed Peas (11:50pm EST)

Day ‘N’ Nite (nightmare) — Kid Cudi (11:53pm EST)

Fight Song — Rachel Platten (12:02am EST)

Lost Boy — Ruth B. (12:06am EST)

TODAY — Q (12:10 am EST)

Earned it (Fifty Shades of Grey) — The Weeknd (12:15am EST)

Back Up To Earth — Quadeca (12:18am EST)

I'm So Happy (with BENEE) — Jeremy Zucker (12:21am EST)

Heartless ft Morgan Wallen —Diplo (12:24am EST)

Read Your Mind — Sabrina Carpenter (12:27 am EST)

Tell Me U Luv Me (with Trippie Redd) — Juice WRLD (12:30am EST)

Gotta Be A Reason — Alec Benjamin (12:34 am EST)

mr.sunshine — Arden Jones (12:36 am EST)

18 — iann dior (12:39 am EST)

Understand — BoyWithUke (12:41 am EST)

IDGAF ft Yeat — Drake (12:47 am EST)

Come Inside Of My Heart — IV of Spades (12:50 am EST)

Help ft Pheelz — Bryce Vine (12:54 am EST)

Die Right Here — david hugo (12:56 am EST)

Play Date — Melanie Martinez (12:58 am EST)

People Watching — Conan Gray (1:00 am EST

WE MADE PLANS & GOD LAUGHED — Beauty School Dropout (1:03 am EST)

No Option — Post Malone (1:05 am EST)

do re mi — blackbear (1:08 am EST)

Paint The Town Red — Doja Cat (1:15 am EST)

Fantasy — Bazzie ( 1:18 am EST)

Backslide - Twenty One Pilots (1:21 am EST)

Dance The Night (From Barbie The Album) - Dua Lipa (1:24 am EST)

Many Men (Wish Dead) — 50 Cent (1:26 am EST)

Unbothered - Ski Mask The Slump God (1:36 am EST)

crash my whip — iaan dior (1:38 am EST)

Grapejuice — Harry Styles (1:42 am EST)

Betty (Get Money) — Young Gravy (1:44 am EST)

Then It All Goes Away — Dayglow (1:47 am EST)

Feeling — Juice WRLD (1:50 am EST)

YOU AGAINST YOURSELF — Ruel (1:52 am EST)

The Box — Roddy Rich (1:54 am EST)

Girlfriend — Avril Lavigne (2:00 am EST)

Escapism — RAYE (2:04 am EST)

Where Is The Love? — Black Eyed Peas (2:08 am EST)

Take It Easy — Surfaces (2:13 am EST)

These Days — Quadeca (2:16 am EST)

Fresh Out The Slammer — Taylor Swift (2:20 am EST)

Tornado Warnings — Sabrina Carpenter (2:22 am EST)

Kung Fu — Cordae (2:26 am EST)

Sweater Weather — The Neighborhood (2:30 am EST)

Disappointment ft Rxseboy — Sarcastic Sounds (2:33 am EST)

All About You (fFoster The People) — The Knocks (2:36 am EST)

Sanguine Paradise — Lil Uzi Vert (2:40 am EST)

Sometimes — Juice WRLD (2:47 am EST)

[crypticaesthetic]

someone help @sanguine-spades I think they smoked the weed that gives them gothic madness

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

❥.⋆↜My F/os↝⋆.★

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Bolded character names are the more main f/os, italicized names are secondary f/os, and unedited names are the ones I don’t simp for as often

Red names are the f/os who are on my mind the most at the moment or are my current hyperfixation, if I remember to edit it-

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A Monster in Paris:

Emile

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Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival:

Bendy

Sammy Lawrence

Twisted Alice Angel

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Call of Duty Zombies:

Edward Richtofen (both Primis and Ultimis)

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Cuphead:

Chef Saltbaker

King Dice

The Devil

Werner Werman

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Danganronpa:

Teruteru Hanamura

Hifumi Yamada

Ryoma Hoshi

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Detroit Become Human:

Connor

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Fallout 4:

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Jack Cabot

Kent Connolly

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

Funtime Freddy

Molten Freddy

Sun/Moon/Eclipse

Monty

Glamrock Chica

Glamrock Freddy

Springtrap (specifically Roger Stanford aka the one from Springtrap and Delilah)

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Grounded:

Dr. Wendell Tully

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

Baxter

Sir Pentious

Stolas

Husk

Vox?

Lucifer?

Blitz

Fizzarolli?

Asmodeus?

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Homegrown Pet:

Hector

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

John Doe Game:

John Doe

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Nimona:

Meredith Blitzmeyer?

Diego the Squire?

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Portal 2:

Wheatley

GLaDOS

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Puss in Boots The Last Wish:

Death

Goldilocks

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Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs:

Prince Average

Hans

Jack

Arthur

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Scrutinized:

Tanner Grayton

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Skyrim:

Inigo

Lucien Flavious

Kaidan

Auri

Miraak

Cicero

Madesi

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Spooky Month:

Bob Velseb

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Super Mario Bros Movie:

Bowser

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Team Fortress 2:

Medic

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

The Bad Guys:

Mr. Wolf

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The Great Mouse Detective:

Basil

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

The Hunger Games:

Finnick Odair

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Trapped With Jester:

Jester

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Undertale/Deltarune:

Rouxls Kaard

Mettaton

Jevil

King of Spades

Swatch

Muffet

Spamton

Sans

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

Your Boyfriend:

Peter

❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀

My Ocs:

Klaus Hendrix

Rosaline Beam

Damien Sanguine

Tyrilon Lennox

Leo Finnegan

River Montoya

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These are all romantic f/os btw

This list will update every time I get a new f/o if I remember-, which is quite often

Also, I’m completely fine with sharing my f/os with others and I completely understand if some people are uncomfortable sharing f/os! I don’t really want any jokes about “stealing my f/o” or anything like that

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[archive-of-artprompts]

Duo/Group Theme Prompt

Send in characters + Number, and I'll draw them with that theme!

Sun and Moon/Day and Night

Darkness and Light

Fire and Ice

Red and Blue

Stripes and Polka Dots

Peanut Butter and Jelly

Outer Space and Deep Ocean

Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf

Princess/Prince, Knight, and Dragon

Zombie, Skeleton, and Ghost

Vanilla, Strawberry, and Chocolate Ice Cream

Wizard of Oz (Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, Lion.)

The Diamond Authority (Pink, Yellow, Blue, and White)

Earth, Water, Fire, and Air

The Four Temperaments (sanguine, choleric, melancholic, phlegmatic.)

Playing Card Suits (hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades.)

Playing Card Order (kings, queens, jacks, aces, joker.)

Tarot Suits (wands, cups, swords, and pentacles.)

Tarot Major Arcana

Chess pieces (king, queen, bishop, knight, rook, and pawn.)

Rainbow (one color per person)

LGBT+ Pride Flag colors

Color Palette Swap

[unsettlingcreature]

1,7,14, and 15 for the ask game

1: favourite character build

I am a devout fan of stealth-archer. I actually have to regularly ban myself from playing it otherwise it would be the only class I ever play EVER in Skyrim. It's just so satisfying to sneak through an entire dungeon and snipe enemies one-by-one.

7: favourite dragon type

Probably blood dragons, I really like the pronounced spade on their tail. But elder dragons have the best colours, at least in vanilla :3

14: favourite daedric prince

Probably Sanguine? He's definitely the one who is most in-line with the things I enjoy (take that as you will ^^).

15: favourite divine

Arkay! I am endlessly fascinated with the funeral rites/treatment of the dead within Tamriel. Plus it is interesting to see how Orkey and Arkay are seen as linked (with various in-game scholars making that link in different ways), with Arkay taking on a more expanded sphere of influence compared to Orkey.

[devilofthepit]

tagged by @heartshapedtrap to post 9 of my favorite movies! this is like the third time i've been tagged in this but i always forgot so if u also tagged me pretend i'm doing this for yours too <3

tagging: @gruesomegf, @boywizard, @swissarmymanbf, @horrorwebs, @crimsoncereal, @gayelwood, and @sanguine-spades !

[sangvinaria]

sanguine-spades -> sangvinaria

[idolatries]

tagged by @sanguine-spades to post the first 10 songs that come up on shuffle on my on repeat playlist :)

cold - five finger death punch

the abyss - three days grace

projector - set it off

mukuro attack - utsu p

right left wrong - three days grace

bruised and bloodied - seether

teardrops - bring me the horizon

megitsune - babymetal

mind brand - kuraiinu

zenith - karakuri

not tagging ppl. im shy sorry

[trupowieszcz-moved]

tagged by @halloweenkills tysm

make a playlist based on the letters in your url

T - This Corrosion by Sisters of Mercy

R - Renegade by Styx

U - The Unearthly Ones by Creature Feature

P - Perry Mason by Ozzy Osbourne

O - Only a Lad by Oingo Boingo

W - Whistlin' Past The Graveyard by Tom Waits

I - In The Flat Field by Bauhaus

E - Ende neu by Einstürzende Neubauten

S - St. James Infirmary by Cab Calloway

Z - Zombie Prostitute by Aurelio Voltaire

C - Candyman by Xiii. Stoleti

Z - Zmory by Maciej Zembaty

i tag @sanguine-spades @blonohorror @i-eat-vinilinum @the-dense-fish @birdswithshoes

[intonightcity]

TRENT MILLER age 43 height 5'10 face Anthony Mackie shipping: semi-open

About

The Entertainment District is a harbor of success for famed talent and fashion guru Trent Miller. A big wig of the city’s ritz and riches; he is a force of corporate class in the world of modelling. A man who started out young with his own little up and coming model story, Trent went from discovery to wearing the hottest trendy clothes to a powerhouse entrepreneur. Living the world of fashion gave him an edge, stepping into a zone of business he knew too well. When living the life of a model it comes easy picking up on all the wrongs and rights to do in the industry. Trent considers himself his own biggest accomplishment but it’s not just an ego talking. He has the proof to back it and running a fashion studio known as the Glam Shell is his success story in spades. He works with many models, seasoned to up and coming, who wear some of the latest styles and it’s always a spectacular show when Trent does the planning. Plus, the man is surrounded by beautiful women for most of his job. He truly makes it his own.

Trent Miller

Tre

April 3rd, 1979

Aries

He/Him

Male

Heterosexual

Black Hair

5′10

Trent is an extrovert with an ease in finance and business planning; ESFJ describes his type. He follows a temperament in the category of sanguine, and favors brand expansion above all else.

ESFJ

Sanguine

Greed

Diligence

Fire Elemental

Creative

Hardworking

Excessive

Fickle

Connections

Trent isn’t the only success in his family. His mother was a famous model in her day, turning to the world of motion pictures not long after. Alicia Miller had her hand in giving her son a push into the modelling sphere but she stepped back to let him soar on his own merits after entering the door. Trent owes a lot to her for making his career happen and isn’t afraid to say it.

He works close with several of his top models including Veronica Allen, who is the current face of the Glam Shell. The man is a bit biased when it comes to playing favorites and she along with newcomer Giselle Steele are his most prized models at the moment. On the outside of his business, Trent has a hand in some of the dealings with the illegal luxury car trade of the city. He has been known to purchase more cars than he needs and Trent’s stakes in illegal street racing are a whole other problem of gambling debt.