Infinitesimal;

Your name is ABIDON MARQUO and not many people realize the big man sitting on the bench knitting is a PROFESSIONAL ASSASSIN. Your Mask is some trolls last sight. But that's a story for another night. You simply refuse to die until THINGS ARE BETTER and that is a THREAT. In the meantime...might as well enjoy your time, right? // Multi-muse Fantroll Blog. He/him, 26. Mobile Bios are tagged "mobile select"! Still a work in progress.

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[video description: person on camera inhales on the party blower, not making any noise and simulating taking a drag off a cigarette. Then exhales as someone off-camera blows into their own party blower, making the sound. Person on camera loses their shit and everyone laughs. End description]

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✍🎵IMMORTALS YAY

“Mr. Doctor Man” -- Palaye Royale

Late evening. Cold. Rainy.

Emalie stands under the eaves of shop long closed for the night, out of the rain while he smoked.

Waiting.

He's meeting a friend this evening. Or. Well a contact, really. This isn't really someone he would trust with more than a drink or two at a bar, if even that. Just someone Emmie knew, who could get him things he needed when he needed them.

In exchange for a favor, of course.

Tonight was no different. Just meeting up, making a trade. A favor for a favor.

A much bigger favor than usual, with a heftier pricetag.

No questions asked, that was always the deal.

Would he regret it this time?

No. Probably not.

Whatever the price was, he was willing to pay it.

Psionic inhibitors were hard enough to come by for someone like him. There was no way to acquire them legally without drawing attention, and neither he nor anyone he knew could afford it if he got picked up.

And the inhibitors he needed were harder to come by. At the dose he needed?

He'd be sniffed out immediately. So he made do, with deals like this. For lesser medications, made for trolls much weaker than he was. For inhibitors made in shady labs, with side effects. Functional, but never perfect. Never quite useful.

Before it hadn't made a difference.

It's not like he needed to, or even wanted to, be any kind of handsy with the people he knew. The only time touching someone was any kind of relevent was when he was working, even then only for specific jobs. His only other partner up until recently was only worth touching if it meant he wouldn't be getting back up from it.

But..

Things had changed, hadn't they? Abby had given him something he had wanted, but that he couldn't return.

Unless.

Unless he got his hands on the inhibitors he really needed. The good kind. Fleet grade.

Which meant he had to call in a favor. A big one. A difficult one.

It was hard getting these. They had to be smuggled. Difficult to replicate, and tracked like hell. Because the kind of people who needed them were either dead useful. Or more useful dead.

He knew which one he was.

But this would be worth it.

Just for a little while, a few small doses, he could hold Abby the way Abby held him. Return in kind the tender affection Abby gave him. It wouldn't be a complete repayment, it would never be enough. But it was better than nothing.

He flicks cigarette into a puddle as a figure comes into view.

Yes. Whatever the price.

He would pay it gladly.

[indig0tea]

struggles to draw for the past bit but have some warm ups from yesterday

[indig0tea]

what started as a scrap vent doodle ended up looking like…. actually kind of neat so i sort of finished it?

anyway sometimes you have to project on your ocs and thats valid

[indig0g0]

✍🎵IMMORTALS YAY

“Mr. Doctor Man” -- Palaye Royale

Late evening. Cold. Rainy.

Emalie stands under the eaves of shop long closed for the night, out of the rain while he smoked.

Waiting.

He's meeting a friend this evening. Or. Well a contact, really. This isn't really someone he would trust with more than a drink or two at a bar, if even that. Just someone Emmie knew, who could get him things he needed when he needed them.

In exchange for a favor, of course.

Tonight was no different. Just meeting up, making a trade. A favor for a favor.

A much bigger favor than usual, with a heftier pricetag.

No questions asked, that was always the deal.

Would he regret it this time?

No. Probably not.

Whatever the price was, he was willing to pay it.

Psionic inhibitors were hard enough to come by for someone like him. There was no way to acquire them legally without drawing attention, and neither he nor anyone he knew could afford it if he got picked up.

And the inhibitors he needed were harder to come by. At the dose he needed?

He'd be sniffed out immediately. So he made do, with deals like this. For lesser medications, made for trolls much weaker than he was. For inhibitors made in shady labs, with side effects. Functional, but never perfect. Never quite useful.

Before it hadn't made a difference.

It's not like he needed to, or even wanted to, be any kind of handsy with the people he knew. The only time touching someone was any kind of relevent was when he was working, even then only for specific jobs. His only other partner up until recently was only worth touching if it meant he wouldn't be getting back up from it.

But..

Things had changed, hadn't they? Abby had given him something he had wanted, but that he couldn't return.

Unless.

Unless he got his hands on the inhibitors he really needed. The good kind. Fleet grade.

Which meant he had to call in a favor. A big one. A difficult one.

It was hard getting these. They had to be smuggled. Difficult to replicate, and tracked like hell. Because the kind of people who needed them were either dead useful. Or more useful dead.

He knew which one he was.

But this would be worth it.

Just for a little while, a few small doses, he could hold Abby the way Abby held him. Return in kind the tender affection Abby gave him. It wouldn't be a complete repayment, it would never be enough. But it was better than nothing.

He flicks cigarette into a puddle as a figure comes into view.

Yes. Whatever the price.

He would pay it gladly.

[sasster]

Another one for that one ask meme.

As Always a Link to the Google Docs if themes make your brain sad.

The Hero, The Saint, The Tyrant, and The Terrorist  ||  The Reign of Kindo

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There are certain inevitable meetings that, try as one might, the fates will demand come to fruition. Now, for all intents and purposes, Aelium was never the superstitious type; One of those that expect the stars to have all of the answers to their questions or being the root of his struggles.

He’d seen the truth with his own two eyes and knew all about what type of being pulled the strings. The proverbial, perhaps literal, man behind the proverbial curtain. If you’d asked him what he met that night he wouldn’t know what to tell you, perhaps a more well read person would consider it a “God”. He preferred not to think about it at all, and largely he didn’t think that that supposed God would orchestrate a meeting quite like this one.

Keep reading

[sasster]

| The asks keep breaking so I’m going to be doing the music writing prompts from this meme in separate text posts! :)

The World’s Yours || Felix Hagan and the Family

Here’s a link to a google docs version of the drabble if you hate reading things on my blog! |

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“Congratulations, Mytoni. You’re getting your own crew.”

Maybe to any other young violet blood this would be great news, something to celebrate. A shiny, new, and most importantly, undeserved promotion. And who wouldn’t want the opportunity to lead their own crew in an invasion, go on to expand the empire and all that fun stuff.

Keep reading

[indig0tea]

friends and i did some drawpile shenanigans the other night

these are my favorites of the ones i did!

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When you start dissociating but you have a supporting friend

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[hydro-homies]

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the mom is right

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*Cuts this into a crop top and wears it to my sisters wedding*

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We can’t allow this, Deadpool. I don’t have time for your X-Men bullshit, Colossus.

[dumpstertrolls]

Finished commission for @mycrappyrpsideblog ~

I had a lot of fun with it, thank you for commissioning QvQ/

[indig0tea]

Monochrome bust commissions for VioletValentine870 on toyhouse (1 & 2), @Asterbee on twitter (3), and @honeycreamsugar (4)!

If you’re interested in my commissions, you should check out my pinned posts! (: