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i’m like you - just like you
“I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.”
— Warsan Shire (via wordsnquotes)
Archdevan Captain Sven, the guy who accompanies Cúchulainn on his travels and serves as his guardian. He is one of my roleplay NPCs and he is a good boy uwu
@honeysickles lookie!🎶
FASHION // APPEARANCE STATS !!
RULES !! BOLD what applies to your muse. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG. TAGGED BY: @dakuryons-sexy-ass TAGGING: All them babes already tagged,
BODY. Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ). Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
SKIN. Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.
EYES. Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue (and more). Green. Gold. Hazel. Red. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.
HAIR. Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight.Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS. Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). Hip Piercings. No piercing.
COSMETICS. Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.
SCENT. Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.
CLOTHES. Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skit. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.
SHOES. Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.
Finally got around to finishing this.
I'm sorry for not messaging you all back. The past week at work has been extremely stressful, and this upcoming week is going to be worse. I've had a lot of stress going on in other departments, but work is the main one. My body is actually forced me to sleep at 9pm , which is not like me at all.
Just know that even if I don't reply, I still see your messages, and they still make my day.
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@fyregem To show you what im working on as well. Im by no means a musician. I play by ear and write by ear. Please dont delete ♡
Before I commit the unholiest of crimes against TERA, here’s a quick warm-up draw of Cúchulainn.
“I am my father’s image: a stubborn will to survive; skin-deep beauty too thin to hide the ugliness buried inside. I am my mother’s epitaph: a rage ready to ignite; this warped resilience the only poison keeping me alive.”
— I am everything you never wanted me to be | l.x. (via lxcuna)
Rhodochrosite From N'Chwanning Mine, Kuruman, South Africa
Para Papai @lord-dakuryon! Emotional self sabotage is my favorite thing ever ;w;… Inspired by some very amazing roleplays Papai did together with Auntie @honeysickles.
ENG. translation: “I only… wanted to protect her… ”
||⛧|| Cont’d.
«───────「⋅. ⛧ .⋅」 ──────»
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CASTLE ..
The blackness ebbed and flowed, and the cruel searing in his bloodstream and Lakan’s scathing verbal abuse while he went in and out of consciousness remained unrelenting. He had lost so much blood by now, from the torment he suffered by Lakan’s hand; his body was paler than before, skin branded with permanent marks of Lakan’s displeasure with him in angrily snaking pattern around his thighs, legs, and arms. The pain was beyond unbearable for him and it nearly broke him completely, in both his spirit and mental well-being.
<< I am innocent, O Father .. I only .. wanted to protect her .. >> He once more attempted to appeal in his defense. But as before, was met with searing pain in response. Dakuryon was unsure of much more of this he would be able to endure … he was slowly dying, but he desperately clung on to the one thing within him that had yet to bow: the faintest Light, even if riddled here and there with corruption. His humanity. Slowly, the Archdeva Lord fully regained his consciousness and control over his body, and he struggled to his feet; his knees buckled, tall frame slumped against the marbled wall nearest to him in humiliating defeat. Moments later, the distressing pulse of a certain soulbound link stirred in his core, alerting him to danger that the owner of the other end of the link was in.
“No!! Adelyn!!” The shout that departed Dakuryon’s lips was that of distress. Something was horribly wrong .. Eyes closing in concentration, he focused on the link to pinpoint her current location, and his face paled further upon the realization of the very grave error he had made in the transportation spell’s coordinates when he had sent Adelyn away to sanctuary. Wasting no time and ignoring the excruciating levels of pain all over his body, Dakuryon teleports to his brother’s temple, fearing the worst.
The stench that reached into her nostrils curled her stomach even more. Adelyn hesitated, conflicted and confused as to why Dakuryon was tracking her. Her lips parted, and seconds escaped before the audible gasp.
Her horns were sensitive, and her groan was a mixture of the dizziness. The tug towards Dakuryon drew her back into the reality, despite her sights at a haze.
The Elin’s brow lowered, fangs passing her lips as she thrusted her horns into him with all her might. Swiftly, the blade was thrusted into the upper portion of the male’s kneecap. Her palms pushed of the butt of the weapon, lodging it in deeper.
As his pressure loosened, the Reaper winnowed through the shadows as she slammed herself sideways into a tree on rhe farther end of the garden. The tissue in her shoulder split, causing her to cry out. Her breaths stirred the dirt.
Facing off against a mere speck of what Lakan possessed took near all of her strength. Adelyn ignored the blood dripping off her fingers, and once again tried to push off the moist ground.
“Oho! Feisty, aren’t you? How I do enjoy it when my prey bites back — ” the Imperator smirks in bemusement while yanking out the offensive weapon from his kneecap without so much as a flinch and flung the knife a far distance away; he teleports himself onto the branch closest to his newfound toy just above her, body positioned upside-down rather playfully. A befanged smile tugs at the corners of his lips at his prey.
“You’ll soon find me not so easy to overcome. Better that you surrender yourself now, my girl, than to suffer my wrath later.” Dakuryon purred with a wave of his wrist gesturing in a dramatic flair, before vaulting off from in a somersault and coming to land perfectly right in front of her. His ever vigilant gaze falls upon the blood that trickles down the Elin’s shoulder, and he reaches forward with an open palm facing her, the blood turning into threads, the free ends of which yield to him and attaching themselves to his fingertips; with a harsh tug he lifts the Elin up off the ground as if she were nothing more than a puppet, a plaything. With wicked laughter the Imperator flings her high into the air, watching in sick amusement as she falls back to the ground with a sickening thud. When he approaches her, he takes notice of as well as is impressed by the surprising resilience, noticing how the Elin’s body has many bruises and scrapes upon her skin now, but no sign of any broken bones.
The male lifts her up by her throat and he slams her against the tree, pinning her there; he mentally commands the blood threads to bind her to its trunk, while he busied himself with removing his belt and lower garments. His body pressing against hers, Dakuryon firmly clutches the blonde’s blouse and rips it off of her body; while promptly doing the same to her undergarments, the Elin’s supple breasts bounce pleasantly in the process. The Imperator cups one of them with his hand, thumb encircling the perk nipple lazily, leaning to nip at it and suckle with a deep groan; his other lifting the woman’s hips up so that he may thrust his rigid member within her slit, unable to contain his need to claim her any longer.
Adelyn's body shook as her Shadows gripped the Blood Magic that the Imperator strung through her. Her head fell back, panting and pleading in Devan. "I have- to finish- Please-"
Begging, she was.
Her Shadows forced formed a barrier to peotect the Elin from the fall. Blood ran from her nose and mouth, chest pounding as she desperately searched for the one who sent her here.
The Blood Magic in her pulsed and pleaded for release from this male's touch. Adelyn was near losing consciousness. Her head bobbed, eyes attempting to steady themselves.
But as his fingers slid across her throat, the Magic pushed and pushed, clicking between the bond.
The cool air found her rousing body as the Imperator explored his cravings. Warmth collided with sweat, and then copper. She was drifting to and through as the two essences in her began to wear out. Her Shadows faded as her body jerked alive with the sudden penetration through her slit. The tearing and pressure was met with a tiresome struggle. Her animalistic desperation gleamed across her spent form.
And, still, a smile crept as she gained a breath deep enough to spit blood onto the male as she cursed at him in his native tongue.
||⛧|| Cont’d.
«───────「⋅. ⛧ .⋅」 ──────»
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE CASTLE ..
The blackness ebbed and flowed, and the cruel searing in his bloodstream and Lakan’s scathing verbal abuse while he went in and out of consciousness remained unrelenting. He had lost so much blood by now, from the torment he suffered by Lakan’s hand; his body was paler than before, skin branded with permanent marks of Lakan’s displeasure with him in angrily snaking pattern around his thighs, legs, and arms. The pain was beyond unbearable for him and it nearly broke him completely, in both his spirit and mental well-being.
<< I am innocent, O Father .. I only .. wanted to protect her .. >> He once more attempted to appeal in his defense. But as before, was met with searing pain in response. Dakuryon was unsure of much more of this he would be able to endure … he was slowly dying, but he desperately clung on to the one thing within him that had yet to bow: the faintest Light, even if riddled here and there with corruption. His humanity. Slowly, the Archdeva Lord fully regained his consciousness and control over his body, and he struggled to his feet; his knees buckled, tall frame slumped against the marbled wall nearest to him in humiliating defeat. Moments later, the distressing pulse of a certain soulbound link stirred in his core, alerting him to danger that the owner of the other end of the link was in.
“No!! Adelyn!!” The shout that departed Dakuryon’s lips was that of distress. Something was horribly wrong .. Eyes closing in concentration, he focused on the link to pinpoint her current location, and his face paled further upon the realization of the very grave error he had made in the transportation spell’s coordinates when he had sent Adelyn away to sanctuary. Wasting no time and ignoring the excruciating levels of pain all over his body, Dakuryon teleports to his brother’s temple, fearing the worst.
The stench that reached into her nostrils curled her stomach even more. Adelyn hesitated, conflicted and confused as to why Dakuryon was tracking her. Her lips parted, and seconds escaped before the audible gasp.
Her horns were sensitive, and her groan was a mixture of the dizziness. The tug towards Dakuryon drew her back into the reality, despite her sights at a haze.
The Elin's brow lowered, fangs passing her lips as she thrusted her horns into him with all her might. Swiftly, the blade was thrusted into the upper portion of the male's kneecap. Her palms pushed of the butt of the weapon, lodging it in deeper.
As his pressure loosened, the Reaper winnowed through the shadows as she slammed herself sideways into a tree on rhe farther end of the garden. The tissue in her shoulder split, causing her to cry out. Her breaths stirred the dirt.
Facing off against a mere speck of what Lakan possessed took near all of her strength. Adelyn ignored the blood dripping off her fingers, and once again tried to push off the moist ground.
“Her blood is like liquid fire.”
— Queen of the Damned (2002) dir. by Michael Rymer
// Closed crossover RP with @honeysickles and @lord-dakuryon. Crossover sequel to this thread.\
PROLOGUE – Hidden from the world outside, nestled safely deep within the lush verdant jungles of Savage Reach, rested what remained of a temple long forgotten – one of the first, of many that held the fabled wayshrines of Lok within its walls. Many secrets yet to be discovered remain preserved here. And only the members of a certain Archdevan lineage know of this place, and one in particular, the biological twin brother of the most dangerous of them all, Dakuryon, was this particular temple’s guardian. He shares his brother’s name, and they were twins in the truest sense, in both intellect and physical appearance. But this one – he bears the rank of the Blood Herald. A title uniquely his, and for very good reason. For while the brothers shared so many physical traits, the difference rested upon [aside from their middle names] their senses of morality, and even skill. It is the Blood Herald’s domain that a certain Reaper has been transported to for her own safety. But was she truly as safe as was to be assumed?
Deep within the temple’s halls, horrifying screams echo throughout, its source belonging to the Imperator’s latest unwilling experimental subject. A human female, whose body was severely mutilated, and her entrails now being pulled out forcefully by Dakuryon’s precise hand. He has chosen to keep her alive while he works on her, finding her screams absolutely delightful. Whenever she would reach death’s door, the Archdevan would heal her just enough to keep her from escaping him so easily. Cupping the woman’s face with a harsh grip, the male lowers himself to where they are face-to-face, and smiles wickedly at the fear in the female’s eyes. “Why the fearful look? You’re doing so well, my dear girl. But we’re not finished yet. You’ll just have to endure for longer. But don’t worry — I’ll make sure your remains are put to good use, right down to the very last bone.” He traces a finger over the trembling woman’s jawline, and downward still, to her breasts, cupping one of them and twisting, hard; his other bloodsoaked hand caresses her sweetspot, which he had violated earlier that morning, and a twisted grin graces his lips at her moistness.
“A sadist, are we? You seem to derive pleasure from undergoing our little game … “ his voice trails off, however, the moment his ears pick up a foreign sound. He silences his victim permanently with a fluid strike of his halberd plunging through her skull, low growl of displeasure shifting in his throat at the footfalls of an uninvited guest. “Tch. What a waste … “ he sniffs, looking down at the fresh corpse and kicking it aside, before departing the chamber. Walking further down the halls, Dakuryon could hear the sounds of a distant murmuring as well as breathing and a heart beat . Tracking down the source ever cautiously, soon he could smell the tantalizing mixture of Blood Magicks, both foreign and the same. The scent is enticing, and it fuels the Imperator’s excitement. His pace now hurried, he snatches another live victim as he passes her by, a high elf this time, lifting her up by the front of her head; he crushes it in his palm and watches as the remains trail down his arm.
A satisfying wave rolls though his body, while picking up another one who was on the brink of death, pulling off the top half of her armor. “I can’t even begin to tell you how hungry I am …” Dakuryon digs his fanged razorsharp canines into the woman’s neck and tears off her skin, devouring her as if she were a buffet. Hunger now slightly satiated, the Imperator steps out into the garden bathed moonlight, and takes a series of deep breaths, reveling in the smell of the cold open air and the enticing scent from before. The latter of which, is far stronger now than it had been earlier. The source was here, he can feel it. And it drives him mad with a feral bloodlust. His predatory needs once more, take over, as he thoroughly searches the vicinity. “Come out now, darling, I know you are here. Why do you bear so sweet a scent?” he purrs, “And there is no point in hiding from me – I will find you soon.”
The magic around her swirled and dissipated as if it was pollen fading from the small overhang of Floral deceit.
She was a wisp; golden delights of hurt and desperation. The sickles didn't carry over from the fight. Her body was the weapon. Ache slide into the deeper part of her muscles.
Adelyn grasped her arm as she was left to her own. The air around her clung to pale skin. There was no trace of his magic keeping a barrier anymore.
The blonde crawled on all fours, pulling herself up against a rock fixture. Her lower lip was swollen, blood almost still moist on her chin. The Elin's first deep breath gave out to her tiresome form. Numbness swallowed her limbs for a minute or two before she was ready to force an excursion.
"I'm not done." She pleaded with her eyes closed. "I'll make this right."
The sudden vocals made her lips clamp shut, and eyes widen. Her injured arm was jerked as she covered her mouth. Her left hand fumbled for the smaller knife she carried, which was tucked carefully around her thick thigh. Once it was tight in hand, she leaned forward and readied herself.
Her twilight hues blurred, steadying the Blood Magic should it play a part.