#sanguisfulgur

[draggeddowntothedark]

Well, that could’ve gone significantly better.

Cicero scowled as he pulled off of his now dead victim, blood dripping down his chin and the front of his dress. It had been going just swimmingly... then the man shook off the hypnotism last second and produced a knife. Granted, after he slashed Cicero’s chest, Cicero proceeded to snap his hand clean off before ripping his throat open, but now he was a mess. And this had been one of his favorite outfits!

He dropped the equivalent of an empty bloodbag to the ground and wiped his mouth off on his arm... and then every sense went into overdrive. He was being watched, if it was another damn hunter, Cicero was just going to-

His eyes flicked up to his ‘guest’. No body heat. It was another vampire.

“... If you’re here to beg for my scraps, you’re a bit late for that. His heart’s stopped beating, so really, it’ll just be a chore now.”

@sanguisfulgur​

[heavensn1ght]

@sanguisfulgur

:･ﾟ 🔥┇ It’s an odd feeling — not unlike falling into the deep. It begun at training — and Hanzo cast away the images intruding his thoughts like poison — thoughts he’d once only reserved for Harumi. But Harumi is gone — something he’d been told directly or indirectly many times.

It’s time for you to live, buddy, Johnny Cage had once told him with a amiable slap to Hanzo’s back the ninja had not enjoyed in the slightest. There is no time to live when you have caused so much harm — when Earthrealm is constantly on the cusp of absorption by Outworld.

Hanzo figured: a bath would ease his bewitched mind — except as soon as he gets to the baths, a familiar figure is resting in the water; long, luscious dark hair pulled up on her head. She stands momentarily, exposing curves, milky flesh — the shine of a moon cast down upon the droplets dripping down her bare body like liquid diamonds. And again, he is struck by Hime’s beauty, unrivalled by even her fighting skills which took him by surprise.

He sees her while he wears a towel around his midsection — bare otherwise — and his cheeks grow a few darker shades of red. “I apologize”, he stammers uncharacteristically when she notes his presence. This isn’t his field, this is not a battle he is familiar with. This is not his element. “I did not mean to intrude.” And he walks quickly away: long, hurried steps leading him out of her sights.

[realmyths]

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[fiery-assassin-arc]

BOLD ➝  always   /  usually  applies ITALIC ➝  only  applies  situationally   /   sometimes  .

DEFENSIVENESS.    

arms  crossed  on  chest  /   crossing  legs  /  fist-like  gestures   /  pointing  index  finger  /   karate  chops   /   stiffening  of  shoulders /   tense  posture  /  curling  of  lip    /  baring  of  teeth .

REFLECTIVE.    

hand  to  face  gestures   /   head  tilted   /   stroking chin   /  peering  over   glasses   /   taking  glasses  off —  cleaning   /   putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in  mouth   /   pipe smoker  gestures   /   putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose   /   pursed  lips /   knitted  brows  .

SUSPICION.     arms  crossed   /   sideways  glance   /   touching  or  rubbing  nose   /  rubbing  eyes   /   hands  resting  on  weapon   /  brows  rising  /   lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line   /   strict  unwavering  eye  contact   /   wrinkling  of  nose  .

OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION.    

open  hands   /   upper  body  in  sprinters  position  /   sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair  /   hand-to-face gestures   /   unbuttoned  coat   /   tilted  head   /   slacked  shoulders  /   droopy  posture   /   feet  pointed  outward /   palms  flat  and  facing  outward .

CONFIDENCE.    

hands  behind  back   /   hands  on  lapels  of  coat   /   steepled  hands   /   barring  teeth  in  a  grin  /   rolling  shoulders   /   tipping  head  back  but  maintaining  eye   contact   /   chest  puffed  up   /   shoulders  back /   arms  folded   just  above  navel  .

INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY.    

chewing  pen  or  pencil  /   rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb   /   biting  fingernails   /   hands  in  pockets   /   elbow  bent   /   closed  gestures   /   clearing  throat   /   pacing    /    “ whew ”  sound   /  picking  or  pinching  flesh   /   fidgeting  in  chair  /   hand  covering  mouth  whilst  speaking   /   poor  eye  contact   /   tugging  at  pants  whilst  seated   /   jingling  money  in  pockets   /   tugging  at  ear  /   perspiring  hands /   playing  with  hair    /  swaying   /   playing  with  pointer   /   smacking  lips   /   sighing   /   rocking  on  balls  of  feet  /   flexing  fingers  sporadically  .

FRUSTRATION.    

short  breaths   /   “ tsk ”  sounds /   tightly  clenched  hands  /   fist-like  gestures   /   pointing  index  finger   /   running  hand  through  hair   /   rubbing  back  of  neck   /   snarling   /   revealing  teeth   /   grimacing   /    sharp-eyed   glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows   /   shoulders  back  ,   head  up   /   defensive  posturing   /   clenching  of  jaw   /   grinding  of  teeth  /   nostrils  flaring  /   heavy  exhales  .

(For Iris)

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[monstcrmade]

@sanguisfulgur || for emile

The Repository was quiet. It was always quiet here unless Neal played some music from the hook up that he’d requested or from the numerous magical instruments and other noisemakers that called the eldritch location of a building home. But they only kicked up is when they wanted to and today was not such a day that they chose to make much noise.

That was fine by Neal. He preferred the quiet on days when he had to take inventory. Easier to concentrate that way, especially when the Repository housed so much. From things that people agreed were universally real to what most thought were simply stories like King Arthur’s sword, Excalibur. Turned out it was, in fact, very real and very magical and also would burn the skin off the hand of anybody who was not King Arthur who touched it. Neal had had to get particularly creative with getting that item out of Wales and into the Repository without hurting himself or getting stopped by TSA.

Luckily he had a history of thieving and con artistry under his belt long before then. In fact, his past is what made him so appealing as to be given the job of Keeper by the Repository itself. It was a living building with its own intelligence and Neal took to it maybe too easily but really, he’d always taken to things like a duck to water. Nothing surprised him much.

Neal blew a lock of black hair out of his face as he finished up his monthly inventory check. He had his mother’s coloring. She was a immigrant from Syria and had met his Irish father in Grand Central Station her first month there. He was an only child and had been born with his mother’s midnight black hair and light brown skin. He’d gotten his father’s blue eyes though his left had a touch of brown in it. Sectoral heterochromia, it was called. He was often complemented on his eyes and general looks but really, nobody could resist baby blues. It helped with his career.

With clipboard under one arm, he made his way back to the front desk where he had a special little placard with his full name on it: Neal Emir Burton. Under it was his official title of Keeper.

A door materialized in the middle of the lobby in front of his desk. Not an unusual sight. This was how most newcomers got in.

A young woman stepped through the door, immediately looking tired and like she didn’t want to be wherever she was. She was pretty though and, as he did with any visitor, Neal plastered on a smile for her that was actually surprisingly genuine. He only did the fake shit when he had to seduce his way into places and it was always convincing enough to work.

“Welcome to the Repository. My name is Neal Emir Burton,” he said as he came around his desk and held out his hand, smile still firmly on his face.

[umbrclflame-archived]

(Starter for @sanguisfulgur)

The hallways of the castle was illuminated by sconces that cast dancing shadows not unlike those of serpents. Very quiet, almost entirely silent for those that are unattuned to the going-ons that went about within its hallways: out of the corners of one eye, a statue might be caught moving, or a shadow darting around a corner. Most unfortunate visitors always fail to notice that, of course.

For the duration, the figure lounging on his throne slowly raises his head. In the shadows of his throne room, his yellow eyes glowed with the brilliance of a bonfire, illuminating the gem set between horns. Impatiently, did he tap his fingers upon the armrests of his seat: his children ought to be spreading out for their little evening hunt by now. They’ve rarely a chance to stretch their limbs out beyond those that are unfortunate to cross their path in the surrounding woods.

The one that they had taken to their castle with a little... aide from one of his minions might keep them entertained for the duration, depending on how long they could keep themselves around here.

Arc chuckles, a dark rumble that echoes from the very depths of his chest.

Or they might prove to be different enough to join them, who knows?

The Legendorga were thought to be long wiped out, that is, until he was freed from his confines in the Sarcophagus by a wandering human. The fool had served well to be his vessel for the duration, of course, until his strength had returned fully, then weaving a human face for himself was nothing but a snap of his fingers and a slight focusing of his thoughts.

[heamatic-aaa]

@sanguisfulgur​​

          :･ﾟ 🦴┇ A vile plan had formed a6 the back of the Mad God’s mind as soon as he noted the way Raiden longingly looked at this — vampiress. Only when she looked away — and there had been clear disappointment on the woman’s part. Rot had been forming at the core of her heart, undetected — Shinnok could just nearly smell it on her. This desire to be loved, cared for. Even vampires need the reassurance of another.

           What came next had been a pure and simple, albeit despicable ploy — a way to harm the Thunder God further. Aware of his previous losses, Shinnok had slithered his way into Sharna’s head, then began digging into the meat of her heart. His form remains undetected in Earthrealm thanks to ancient magic: a man, simply, handsome, with wealth, charms, and everything in between. It is easy to sway the humans around him, and soon he’d built an empire — then he had gone on to find Sharna and seduce her. An easy prey, she had been, and now Raiden was left to slumber alone. Delightful.

            A sip of his wine — awful, Earthrealm’s wineries were always so dry and tasteless compared to those of the Heavens — and with a mild frown, the God of Chaos, passing for man in power, leans in a slight toward Sharna who sits across from him all the while depositing the glass by his fancy plate. 

             ❝You’ve barely touched your food, my dear. Is there something bothering you?❞

[heamatic-archive]

@sanguisfulgur​

          :･ﾟ🌪️┇ ❝Do you believe in fairy tales?❞ An odd question, asked without even an introduction – the Wind God makes no mention of who he is. ❝There is this one that always fascinated me: I knew it by heart but now… it comes as a blur. Many things are fuzzy lately.❞ His hand falls to his side. Red and glistening. ❝In it the sun was black — your sister is dead — and the world was swallowed by a whale. It is not so far from our future, come to think of it.❞

[umbrclflame]

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Parts of intestines drip off of his saber, coating the ground in splatters of bloody ruby. Takeshi Asakura’s attention though, was focused elsewhere, completely ignoring their new visitor. 

He wipes at the blood coating his visor, dragging three lines across it in a grotesque show of warpaint. At his feet, the poor fucker twitches, grasping at his ankle for the split second until he brings up his boot and down on his head: bits of white brain, and another torrential fountain of blood, splattering across the ground. 

Oops. 

Venosnaker hisses, lingering just behind him. It wanted a meal, to make their new visitor into their newest meal. Asakura twitches: oh, so it seems that they have somewhat of an audience. He turns, now fully facing them: 

“Who are you?”

[themanwiththecrown]

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“Sharna.” The Leviathan intercepted her with a pleased grin - one that could turn feral in a moment’s notice. A glass was in hand as he only just stepped away from the bar when he spotted her, the only vampire on the planet that didn’t entirely offend him. “Come here often?”

[draggeddowntothedark]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE

THANK YOU SHAYBAE <3 <3 <3

[thedarkempath]

📂📂📂📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

I feel that raven would be comfortable around religious people, due to the similarities between the devout and those she grew up around in Azarath

Her favorite type of books are fantasy, sci-fi, or horror. Stories that let her escape from her own life for a bit.

The first time she celebrated Halloween with the Titans, she dressed up as a witch, black pointy hat and all.

She doesn’t mind playing games; be it chess with Vic or Gar (her favorite), a video game with Gar, or just a board game with the whole team.

[lexpxrdus]

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A single pink glove lay in a heap of snow, glaringly obvious from Sachiel’s vantage point - even if he was a good distance away from it. “Another attack?” He questioned, sparing Raziel unnecessary greetings as he surveyed the scene. “This is escalating quickly, don’t you think?” 

[kxllerblond]

@sanguisfulgur​​ asked:   🐑 ,  🐈 (meme)

🐑 Sheep: What is a comfort item you own? 

He’s a mug hoarder. He collects interesting ones but there’s a few old ones he keeps safely tucked away and doesn’t use—childhood mugs and mugs he remembers his mother using. 

🐈 Cat: Do you have any pets? Are there some pets you really want?

The sad thing about Clark and animals is they just get a whiff of that demon bit and go haywire. It’s actually why he’s got quite a talent for sniffing out familiars and shifters as they respond to him differently ( as in they don’t immediately try and run or start hissing spitting) than the typical animal would. He’s always thought if he was capable of being an animal person, he’d like cats best. 

[monstcrmade]

@sanguisfulgur || For Sharna

The invitation arrived in a crisp white envelope stamped with a golden seal depicting that of the head of a deer. Though he had hardly ever interacted with the pantheon that populated the realm of Arthpalegia even before his own pantheon met their untimely demise, he knew the symbol well.

There was but one golden stag in all of existence and it made its home in that place and due to its unique properties and silver blood, it was sacred even to a vast array of gods. Even the divine could have their beliefs, as humorous as that sounded.

Mordrés opened up the envelope to produce a shining gold invitation, glittering silver words telling him it was for a masquerade ball that the Arthpalegian gods would be holding for all other pantheons, both known and unknown to humankind.

The invitation did little to surprise him. Though before he had been strictly left alone, the fact he had been putting himself out there more lately surely caught the attention of the others and they were attempting to bring him back into the godly fold even if he was a pantheon of one now.

The god of death sighed and, with invitation firmly in hand, sought out his lover in the vast manor.

To stumble upon her in the library was not unusual. She liked it here as he did. Quiet and books covering near every bit of wall from floor to ceiling. The fact the room was bigger than some houses added to the deep love of it.

He doesn’t even manage to utter a greeting when she looks up, her eyes falling to the invitation in his hand. “We have been invited to a ball,” Mordrés explains. “Before you get too excited, I must inform you that if we are to go, it will be entirely populated by gods — both that you are familiar with and those you do not know. There are nearly as many gods as their are people in the world, after all.” 

Mordrés sighed before continuing. “Apparently my leaving the grounds of the mansion more often has caught their attention. They seem to wish to bring me back into the fold in a way. If that makes you uncomfortable then we do not have to go. Truthfully I am not so certain how I feel about it myself just yet.”

A lone god for so long wishing to be left to his own devices. Mordrés knows well how to conduct himself in a formal setting and he is hardly intimidated by other gods but being surrounded by so many unfractured pantheons. How would that sit with him?

[umbrclflame-archived]

❝ Be with me always– take any form– drive me mad! ❞ - Salem to Arc

Here, in this castle, he was king.

Here, in this world, no living soul dared to oppose his will. All that was said by his mouth would be done, all that he desired would become his. And Arc was not one for sharing, oh no: what he claimed to be his, anyone that would even as much as tried faced his wrath.

His mouth curls into the slightest hint of a smile, though there were bits of fondness bleeding through as well: why bother hiding the emotion beneath, for a king, a god of his caliber?

Clawed fingertips, glimmering as gold, drag lightly down the spine of the man that currently settled himself in his arms. A laugh rumbles in his chest: mirth... it felt so strange, with a different taste to it, unlike the sadistic pleasure, the heat that courses through his veins when he watched his enemies writhe on the ground. Human emotions were strange -

"Is that all now, dear? You know that I can give more, far more, in this realm."