"You smell familiar...."
“Do I?”
He had sniffed in Logan’s general direction just before frowning a little. “What’s yer name?”

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@gosavageson
"You smell familiar...."
“Do I?”
He had sniffed in Logan’s general direction just before frowning a little. “What’s yer name?”
The huge man had just stared at Doom blankly when he had questioned why he was naked. "Sire I had to take care of a security breach and as a result I have to put on a new uniform." Erista had seemingly no shame about being naked before Doom as he had calmly stood staring at the Latverian monarch, not even continuing to put clothes on as he had done so. "Did you need something?"
Please explain to my Muse why you’re naked.
The mask, on some occasions, did not have the desired effect. Rather than concealing, it highlighted specific regions–the eyes, and what of the mouth could still be seen–in a way that was, just occasionally, hilarious.
Victor’s look of startled confusion, quickly followed by dismay, were among these.
Closing his eyes slowly, the king nodded once.
“Yes,” he deadpanned flawlessly. “I need you clothed. Immediately.”
He had just chuckled a little as he had finally pulled on the rest of his uniform a little slower than necessary as he had glanced at Doom once again. He knew how to behave impeccably when needed, but, every so often the huge feral had to let some of his instincts loose and to blow off some steam.
He had simply flashed Doom a charming smile as he had crossed his arms over his chest playfully. “I will try to limit how often I am naked in your presence sire.” He had a hint of a amusement to his voice as he had spoke and he had then just moved back from Doom and had pulled his boots on finally.
Erista had snapped off a salute at Doom and had then simply moved to pull on a pair of gloves. He had seemingly decided against commenting on what Doom had said to him and he had then just turned to face him now that he was finally fully dressed.
“You know I always show you nothing but respect sire.” He had smiled at him in a friendly, but, respectful manner. However in all honesty he was counting down time to later that night where he was actually scheduled not to work and as a result could go out hunting to help blow off some of his excess energy.
“The security breach has been cleaned up, there are no traces of the person responsible left sire.”
The huge man had just stared at Doom blankly when he had questioned why he was naked. "Sire I had to take care of a security breach and as a result I have to put on a new uniform." Erista had seemingly no shame about being naked before Doom as he had calmly stood staring at the Latverian monarch, not even continuing to put clothes on as he had done so. "Did you need something?"
Please explain to my Muse why you’re naked.
The mask, on some occasions, did not have the desired effect. Rather than concealing, it highlighted specific regions–the eyes, and what of the mouth could still be seen–in a way that was, just occasionally, hilarious.
Victor’s look of startled confusion, quickly followed by dismay, were among these.
Closing his eyes slowly, the king nodded once.
“Yes,” he deadpanned flawlessly. “I need you clothed. Immediately.”
Erista had just smirked a little playfully at Doom as he had simply turned and bent over and had grabbed the clothing and had then just started to pull it on as he had asked “Are you bothered by me being naked sire?” The tiniest of traces of amusement cracking though in the Feral’s voice no matter how hard he had tried to hide it.
“You may want to look into fire proof uniforms or at least a material that does not stain so easily when blood makes contact with it.” He had chuckled a little as he had turned to face the monarch once again.
once he had pulled the trousers on he had seemed content that this was enough clothing to keep Doom from being flustered again and he had then approached him, stopping just in front of him as he had flashed him another grin, just briefly granting him a flash of his rather predatory looking teeth. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
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Lyn looked at the man who caught her severing the spine of another and then back down to the person she killed. “Self defense.” She retracted her claws tossed the body away. “Shit, who are you?”
“Erista.” He had rumbled out in a very unphased manner as he had eyed the body like he was evaluating the kill. “I’m not bothered by the fact you killed that asshole, what interests me is how you got claws like that.” He had then let his own slide out with a snikt as he had raised a questioning brow at her.
“You seem to be slowing up, are you getting tired already? Maybe you should stop and take a break?” He had chuckled as he had glanced at Balder. He had then just grinned a little toothily at him as he had dodged around a tree that he had nearly ran into while looking at the Asgardian.
He could see the lake now and he had actually smirked a little as he had tried to make one final push to reach it before Balder.
Erista had stared at him as he had overtaken him and had just laughed. “Nice view from here though.” He had then just raised a brow as Balder had pushed off of the small rise and then continued without breaking stride.
Erista at that point had dropped down onto all fours and had kept going, it felt more natural and easier for him to move at a faster pace this way it had seemed as he had started to shorten the distance between himself and Balder once again. “I was trying to take it easy on you.” He had joked as that cheeky grin had returned once again.
Erista had burst out laughing at what Balder had called him and he had just flashed him a cheeky grin just before trying to push himself to go faster.
“I tell ya what, if ya beat me I will have to any one thing ya want no matter what it is, deal?” His competitive nature bleeding through a little as he had continued to try to push himself to out pace the Asgardian, knowing that the offer may encourage Balder to go faster. “Or do you think the ‘Jungle Boy’ can out run Asgard’s finest warrior?”
@gosavageson
Balder knew very well that sneaking up on Erista was not only a bad idea, but nearly impossible. The man would hear him coming even if he tried to fly; would smell him on the air, would sense the distortion of magic even if he didn’t possess any of his own. So he just didn’t bother trying to sneak; he walked up behind where Erista sat out in the grass, and ran a hand under the Savage Lander’s jaw. Tipping it back he pressed his own down on them, blond hair cascading down around his shoulders.
“I’m bored. Want to see who can get to the lake first?”
Erista had caught the scent of the man as he had approached, but, was so trusting and comfortable with the Asgardian that he had not reacted. However, the kiss had taken him by surprise and he had actually smiled into the kiss a little before returning it. At the challenge he had let out a playful growl and had shoved him gently just as he had hefted himself up onto his feet and had darted off towards the lake, playing a little dirty to try to spark a reaction from Balder who he knew could most likely out pace him in this.
Sure, but, I doubt you can even keep up with me.” He had called back with a chuckle.
“....I’m Erista. What’re you doing here?”
@ the-black-priestess
“Hands where I can see ‘em!”
@no-threshold-uncrossed
“....Who are you?”
"Where tha' Fuck've you been Asshole?!" The angry feral had whirled around and had seemingly suddenly yelled at someone having just caught their familiar scent.
Raze had been minding his own business, browsing away at a used book store. He had stepped out of the shop in just enough time to hear that bellow. He smirked, recognizing it, and looked around for the man.
The large Feral Mutant had thundered towards the much smaller man at a surprising speed, barging through anyone who was mad enough to remain in his way just before he had attempted to tackle him with a low growl.
Cap'n I hate to be the one to tell ya this but Kraglin got arrested because Peter kinda messed up a mission, what's the plan to get ol' Krags back?
Peter: I’m gonna be be on loo-scrubbing duty for weeks…
I’m kinda worried about what’s happening to Kraglin. XD
He had just pushed some of his dreadlocks out of his face as he had rolled his eyes a little. “That is what they all say and the next thing ya know, ya are pullin’ their blade outta yer back and lickin’ their blood off of yer hands.”
“Hey–” he held a hand out, coming down to Erista’s level to smile gently at him. “Don’t hide. Probably feels worse to do that. Right?” @gosavageson
Erista had frowned a little at the stranger coming down to his level and he would have sniffed at the hand in a very wary manner for a moment just before he had taken it carefully and stood up. “….What do you want?” The feral being unused to people being this nice to him without reasoning or wanting something it had seemed.
Balder kept the open, friendly gesture. “Me? Nothing. You just seem a little lost.”
He had hesitated for a moment and he had then just let go of the stranger’s hand, just eyeing him in a rather suspicious manner now. “People ain’t simply nice for tha’ sake a’ bein’ nice.”
“Hey–” he held a hand out, coming down to Erista’s level to smile gently at him. “Don’t hide. Probably feels worse to do that. Right?” @gosavageson
Erista had frowned a little at the stranger coming down to his level and he would have sniffed at the hand in a very wary manner for a moment just before he had taken it carefully and stood up. “....What do you want?” The feral being unused to people being this nice to him without reasoning or wanting something it had seemed.
"I don't believe in love."
“And a man who disbelieves in gravity will still break bones if he falls from a great enough height.”
“Mistrust love if you wish; hold it in contempt–either approach is equally understandable–but to refuse recognition of its power completely is dangerous, foolish, and short-sighted in the extreme.”
“You believe in love? Of all people I didn’t think that you would....” He had just raised a brow at Doom then as he had crossed his arms over his chest. “You do not seem like the type to if I am honest.” He had then just circled Doom slowly, his blue eyes just looking the metal clad monarch over carefully as he had done so.