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[demondice-deactivated20200831]

So I’m p much in love with bedman okay

[chrxnus]

< Burly Heart >

         P r o m o  t i m e  !  No, but seriously, my friend            started a blog for Potemkin, and I thought I’d make              this quick post to help get their URL out there. So,              yeah. I mean, it’s a Potemkin, what’s to go wrong?

[bedxman-blog]

Do you ever just--?

[bedxman-blog]

ELPHELTXVALENTINE SAID: SNIPES FROM AFAR.

      Bedman narrowly avoids being hit by the attempted        snipe. How boring, she couldn't even react in a way        not already typical of countless possibilities. Eyes        weighing to a narrow, Bedman uptakes a rather         bored expression as he voices his displeasure.

     "Stop that. It's not cute. It never was, and it never will.        I for one dread for the sake of the one who does end        up betrothed to the likes of you."

[cheerfuljellyfish]

This was awkward. 

This was VERY awkward. 

She thought for sure she had went into the ladies side, but apparently she was terribly wrong?  There was no one here anyway, except Bedman now …

Seeing him here made her feel like she was in deep trouble, extremely vulnerable, considering her anchor was stored safely with her clothes somewhere. May wasn’t about to get out of the bath either. She imagined making a run for it, exposing herself. That wasn’t an option! Nopenopenopenope

BATHING WITH A GUY?! She never even bathed with Johnny. 

Instead May sat so still, her face a bright red. 

“W-What’s that supposta’ mean anyway?” 

What did he mean? 

[bedxman-blog]

      Eyes briefly falling closed; A heavy sigh sounds from Bedman        almost as if he's about to lecture a child, though, in a sense he        really was. He doesn't take to turning his attention towards May,        rather does Bedman try his hardest to keep his vision off of her.        Lips parting, where was he even to begin with this girl? Oh for        heaven's sake, dwelling on his thoughts wouldn't get this anywhere--

       "Well, for one, you're extremely loud and uncouth. Twenty         something years you are, yet you still boast the temperament         of a child. If I were to share a bathing spot with someone I         rather would've preferred company that is mature and behaved.         Things that you are not, mind you. But, as the saying goes,         beggars can't be choosers; So, I will keep my eyes off you,         and you will do the same for me, and I will leave here clean,         and hopefully stress free."

[bedxman-blog]

      "Oh sweet heavens-- That insufferable woman is off being        trigger happy again. Someone smack that gun out of her        hands before she hurts herself. Heaven forbid she tote        those firearms of hers about as if they were toys."

[leidenschxft-blog]

Hypnagogia (Closed W/bedxman)

[leidenschxft-blog]

[Pride]-"You."

Not speech so much as a growl, laced with animosity. The Lion immediately recognizes the bespectacled boy, the horrid war machine that he always lounged across; and the smug, condescending smirk that marred his face. Usually when one found themselves in a strange place and they encountered someone, they would have to discern friend or foe. Leo had the luxury of not having to deal with that particular question this time around. 

"Not nearly long enough, you little bastard!” Leo was not known for his composure, and Bedman’s tone and cheer did little to help in that regard. That being said, he was still rational, and tempting as it was to simply ready his swords and go right for the bulbous head that mocked him with it’s beady red eyes, but that ran the risk of trapping him here.

"Where the hell is this, and what do you want with me, huh? Come to take another shot at me, or are you up to something!?” Intellectually, Leo knew he was in no position to make threats, let alone intimidate anyone; but still his words drip with the promise of a swift, painful retribution if his questions aren’t answered in a manner of his liking.

[bedxman-blog]

    Such animosity--! Truly was the Second King as      ferocious as he was prideful. Not that it bothered      Bedman any. No, no! Such uncouthness was a      triviality to the male by this point in time-- Why,      it beat putting up with the personality of the one      and only Flame of Corruption.

     Raising a hand of his own, Bedman intends to      have Leo silenced with the gesture. There isn't      any point to the two of them fighting here and      now; Surely could Bedman reap some eventual      worth with Leo's death, but said worth was      more than likely fit to the stage of his client      rather than his own. Yes-- Bedman could not      let by his very own agenda. Not after all the      articulate planning he had done to get this far.

                  "So many questions... Do you ever think to pause?                    For even a moment? Stand quiet and I will answer                    your curiosities, just as you've lined them up. Right                    now, we're within a dream-- I say a despite it originally                    being your dream due to my now firm hold of it; This in                    turn makes my dream. However, to avoid further                    complexities we will stick with the term a."

      Of course, what was Bedman without his incessant       periods of talking, and talking... and talking. Were he       to speak any briefer then would it feel more like a dream.       Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and wouldn't ever       be the case.  

                  "As for what I intend to do with you-- Rather, as you put                    it as 'my being up to something', is nothing more than an                    intent for conversation. Believe it or not, but killing you                    isn't my goal... yet. Of course, I doubt that will be subject                    to change any time soon-- Surprisingly, my client doesn't                    view you as much of a threat, politically or physically. But                    look at me, already am I saying too much. Anyways, I do                    hope that answers the both of your questions, King Leo."

[luna-mezzanotte]

Counting Sheep

Bxdman

{A man. A young man who was strapped to a bed. Teens, early twenties perhaps. Dressed in a hospital gown… The tattoos, resembling thorns. But the bed… and those nails

… It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before. Who would do this to a person? Let alone leave them here?}

This isn’t good. A person like that. It can be both bad for this area and for this person. “… Are you alive? Functioning?” The boy speaks low and calm. This person was sleeping. To wake a sleeping person strapped in something like… that… doesn’t sound like the smartest plan.

"… That looks uncomfortable. It should be best to remove you from it if you are in pain…"

[bedxman-blog]

      What's this? Who is this? What threat do they pose--         Rather who are they. A multitude of queries run rampant         in the slumbering intellectual's mind; Rolling bed shifting         to life as the stranger threatens to approach. It would be         poor for him should this body of his go touched, yes,         quite poor indeed. Nothing the sort of life threatening,         but it would force him to respond in a more than         distasteful manner.

        "Now now, there's no need for approach. A stranger you are,          and a stranger you shall remain to me. Thus, as a stranger           should you will keep your distance. Don't understand? Well,          allow me to put it like this: I don't wish to start anything, thus,          if you know what's good for your health, you will stay out of          my way."

        Even with closed eyes and an apparent state of slumber,         does a voice sound from the intellectual. Balancing between         a state of slumber and consciousness, Bedman takes to         voicing his opposition to the stranger. Vocal communication         hopefully succeeding where body language might've gone         misinterpreted.

[femmexsomniferum-deactivated201]

"You couldn’t be more right," {she agreed. The statement only urged her humor. It was a rarity when humans or those that masqueraded as such would consider themselves peculiar in some manner. Even with such a bizarre “meeting place”, some would still deny the concept. Dreams were nothing out of the ordinary, yet she tended to consume them rather than traverse them.} “Bedman… I’ll remember that. Perhaps I’ll be shouting it even.” {A small, high giggle was made as if she’d made a clever joke.} “I’m Morrigan.”

[bedxman-blog]

  "Morrigan--? Well then Morrigan I must say    that it's a pleasure to meet you. Although I    don't wish for you to mistake the definition of    pleasure that I mean. But let's not dilly-dally    over definition, I'm sure there exists better    to discuss." 

                             Initially, Bedman acknowledges the other's partially                                    suggestive joke, though he doesn't express much of                                    a reaction. Yes-- A simple smile would suffice, right?                                    He needn't let out a laugh, or even provide vocal                                    observation. Such expressions were simply...                                     too much. Although... an all the more appealing                                    query does come to mind; Just as Bedman                                    suggests an additional topic.

  "Being this Succubus of myth that you claim    to be-- I would be right in understanding that    you, too, hold a perplexing connection to the    realm of dreams, yes? At least, in one shape    or form you do."

[kamyu-ume]

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[atypicalantinomy]

Did you mean: shaft head tilt

the shit i do instad of studying…

[kaskiablog]

Have a few time to doodle T_T 

Bedman from Guilty Gear xrd

I’m really like him <3 

[mexmetic-deactivated20160410]

"U-Uhm…" Her posture is afraid, with undertones of confused and a hue of anger which refuses to surface. Bedman had caught the female at the correct time. Any later within the timestream, and she would of been the one to rip him to little, tiny shreds. "What do you want me to say?"

She is unsure why the male wants her to speak. Is her voice nice? (She never thought it was.) Does he want her to spill secrets on what they’re working on? (They’re surrounded by what he needs.) Aria focuses on biting her cheek, then her lip, and finally her fingers.

[bedxman-blog]

      "You tire of me yes? You would like to see me disappear         from your presence? Then I ask but one favor, humor me         with a farewell. I've milked this encounter for as much as         I could have-- Has it told me much? Not at all. However,         I did observe quite a fascinating little phenomena this day."

  Bedman's request was strangely needy of him.   What reason brought it about? To have him voice   it so? That remained unknown. From as far as one   might interpret things, this was a final attempt at   ascertaining an air of professionalism. Despite the   fear and psychological turmoil that Bedman had    wrought-- Albeit briefly lived.

[femmexsomniferum-deactivated201]

{She couldn’t fight back her giggling. Such a strange one, an interesting one. The speed at which he spoke was almost like he didn’t need to breathe. Or perhaps didn’t want to waste more time than needed. A fascinating manner she’d never seen before.} “You excite me,” {she laughed.} “So I’ll be nice and show you.”

{It wasn’t much of a physical transformation, not bodily. As her arms rose, her clothing began to move, break apart and take new forms. Bats. A camp of bats rearranged themselves upon the woman, flatting against and altering in color and form. A different, more suggestive outfit and two pairs of wings now graced her being.} “I think your ilk calls me a Darkstalker or demon. If you want specifics, I’m a succubus, sweetie.”

[bedxman-blog]

   Eyes narrow. A demon? More specifically a succubus?     Preposterous. Such creatures are but a fairy tale before     logic. Or rather, so Bedman's mind might've processed     it all had he not carry such abnormal origins of his own.     A brief chuckle slipping free-- He lays humored before      the woman. Occasionally has he encountered a creature     or two beyond humanity-- But none quite like an actual     demon. Lest the Youkai native to the Backyard counted.

                           "Fascinating, if I must say so. You would be                               the first of your specific kind to cross with                              me like this. I am as humored as I am honored.                              Very well, succubus-- What's your name?                              As a show of good-manners, I will introduce                              myself first. I am Bedman... or something to                              that extent. Peculiar? Perhaps, but aren't                              we all in some shape or form?"

[cheerfuljellyfish]

Mixed ♈ Bathing !

It wasn’t every day May had the chance to visit the hot springs, this was special!

May lifted her arms into the air, stretching. A loud yawn coming from her as she slunk back into the warm water. It was then that something here seemed a bit off. She felt eyes staring. Catching something out of the corner of her eye, May turned her head, her gaze falling upon a familiar face. She was suddenly much more alert and she didn’t seem as relaxed.

" … ?!" 

How on earth could he have possibly made it here? This had to be a mistake.

[bedxman-blog]

   Just as it was that May hadn't the chance to visit a hot springs     often, also was it that Bedman had taken himself to a public facility     of some sort. In this case, the very same hot spring that May was     utilizing in present. Though it seemed that Bedman's presence made     apparent the fact that he didn't care for sharing a bathing space.

    Head turning, he observes May's surprised expression. Was she     that surprised to see him? The sign outside had said that this was     a mixed bath. Or did he surprise stem from the fact that it was he,     Bedman, in presence of her within the same space? Oh the      possibility, how they were vast in number.

      "What's with that look? Does my appearance truly         perturb you that much? The sign outside does read         that this is what you call a mixed bath. Though I         suppose I would be disappointed to see that my         bathing partner is you."

[wordsnquotes]

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt from Sonnet XVII (I Do Not Love You…)

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send "Mixed ♈ Bathing" for My Muse's reaction to Your Muse Joining them in the Bath..