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[spardas-last-braincell]

@blxxditout

Glaring down at the thick blackish trail of sludge just beyond his shoes, Vergil's noise wrinkles. Such stench of demonic creatures never fails to make the hunter cringe in some shape or form. But in this case it is getting ridiculous. Since coming to this place, strange activities, or anything in particular, have been low to moderate. Now all the sudden there's a fluctuation of said monsters are turning out to be animals infected with demonic energy or somehow got a hold of a artifact. Concerning? Yes. Obviously. He did not want Lil Nero running around at the playground to be suddenly attacked when the babysitter is busy petting a dog.

Which explains why Vergil is even out here in the chilly evening air, hunting down a pest that dared come too close to his apartment... But oddly enough it was somewhat injured, explaining the reason there is random streaks of blood on the sidewalk. Sighs, rubbing his eyes as he would really, REALLY rather be at home buried into two pairs of arms instead of doing pets control. Tapping the hilt of Yamato's sheath, Vergil walks in a set direction, boots rather quiet on damp pavement.

"I don't get paid enough to deal with small fries."

[star-gazcrs]

@blxxditout gets a starter from thancred

It was cold in Dravania, nothing like Coerthas’ constant snowstorms, but too cool nonetheless. Thancred, who was used to the bright sun of La Noscea and the deserts of Thanalan, wished he had put together something with better sleeves. Even the warmth of the fire did not help him much against the icy winds this far north.

The others were well asleep by now, huddled in their tents. Their next destination was Anyx Trine, for some such reason – Thancred had not been paying attention to the details. He had not been paying attention to much of anything since he had learned that Minfilia was missing.

Missing! He had rested easy in the knowledge that she had escaped with the Warrior of Light, but knowing that she had been left behind to deal with the guards herself – no, he knew that was not the case, but he could not help but feel some ire for the Warrior who escaped at her expense. All of this had been to protect her, to make up for the mistakes he had made in her life, to make sure that she had a fulfilled life.

And she was missing!

So deep in his brooding was he that he did not notice Sid exit his tent until the other man was sitting near him. He glanced up, focusing on Sid with his one good eye, and gave him a half smile.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

[inverdade]

— @blxxditout plotted starter with quan chi

A deep emerald light flashes through the living space, there and then gone, the only evidence that a portal had been opened in the middle of this meager space — and through it stepped out a tall, pale figure adorned in painted sigils and drabs reminiscent of his place of origin: the demon world, the nether realms…

A demon had invited himself here.

He haunts the space, caring little about making his presence a secret, every step taken the only sound heard in the dead of night — more than enough to wake someone in a fitful sleep. He is clearly searching for something, but in a quick sweep of the area it is clear that it is not here, not out in the open… but he recognizes it's energy, it is here.

There is only one door left to check, and with all the calm in the world Quan Chi does approach it, opening the door to the bedroom of this miserable apartment… and an amusing find does he get, even if not what he would expect: a human corrupted into a fledgling demon, filled with the essence of the blade he sought.

Interesting.

[exxcrucior]

‘ you look like a man who could use a drink. ’ 

being an allegedly dead fugitive wasn’t something tom took pride in. yet, for the past month, that's exactly what he had become. he never planned on living a nomadic existence, marked by constant city changes and cheap bus rides.

but hey, life is unfair, right?

that, in itself, was the spotless summary of his current reality   —   a picture-perfect reflection of the remorse suffocating him. the embodiment of guilt and shame that lingered with every pill he swallowed.  nevertheless, could a young man like him really be blamed for resenting this new path?  harmony’s history of gruesome violence had spread across the state like an infection, and it had driven tommy to abscond, seeking refuge in anonymity. 

so there he was, sharing this little ol’ abandoned haven with a stranger who looked . . . oddly familiar, for some reason. ashy eyebrows furrowed and verdant irises fixed on the man before him, his questioning gaze softened by a veil of long eyelashes. 

" …  fuck, you bet i do, "  tom echoed with a marked inflection. then, with a reflexive motion, he jabbed a calloused finger in the other's face.  “ well, i’ll be damned!  " the blonde exclaimed, " . . .  you’re the fucker i’ve been seeing everywhere. "

@blxxditout

[theazureblade-archive]

[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.

Coerthas wasn't always the cold, desolate wasteland it was now. Five years ago, before the Calamity, it was as green as Gridania during the springs and summers.

But that was five years ago, and it hasn't stopped snowing in Coerthas since.

One might think an Ishgardian would have ample experience dealing with the ice and the cold, and they would be right to think so. In particular, military personnel had rigorous survival training, having to camp out in the cold from time to time to face any particular threat.

...which is why it was so humiliating that Aymeric had gotten turned around in a snowstorm and had to be rescued by a Scion of the Seventh Dawn.

But here he was, so cold he wasn't even shivering anymore (bad sign), as Sid carried him on chocobo back toward Whitebrim, which was apparently the closest safe haven. (Also a bad sign. He had been headed for Camp Dragonhead.) He had lost Lucia in the heavy snows too, which was particularly worrisome.

And now Sid was pushing him toward the large fireplace in the first building he could find in Whitebrim – looked like a dining hall of sorts – and calling for a chirurgeon while he feebly protested.

“I am no longer in danger,” he insisted. “We need to arrange a search party for my retinue. We got separated in the storm...”

[thancrxdwatxrs]

grab

send me   ‘ grab ‘   for my muse to silently, frantically, grab at your muse’s hand during an intense emotional moment.  @blxxditout

Thancred is somewhat startled by the gesture, but he makes no move to pull away, even as he feels Sid's grip tightening on his hand. In fact, he welcomes it, giving a gentle squeeze in return.

"'Tis not like you to be so worried," he quips, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Do not fear... I am at your side always."

[corvid-lullaby]

🫂

|| Shikiya / Sid Headcanons ||

×🩸× Being that Sid was round, soft, and very cuddly looking in Shiki’s eyes, this conjured a twisted kind of recurring daydream. He vowed to be there the moment the other being passed on–better yet if he were the cause of his demise. To feast? As common of a goal that was to him; no. He wanted to carefully skin him, faithfully preserve that skin, and stuff him. The universe’s greatest teddy bear, if you will. It was probably better not to guess how many nights Shiki has cuddled up to a pillow while gleefully swimming through these lucid thoughts.

×🩸× Sid’s eyes are actually a weakness for the old crow. They were undoubtedly beautiful and captivating, but what he loved most was the inhuman comfort they gave. The comfort was natural of Sid, but the almost monster-like quality the hue held added a vague kinship only a grotesquerie like Shiki would feel. It wasn't too uncommon for him to miss some of what Sid says during moments of being lost in his eyes… not that the tengu would admit it.

×🩸× There are so many creatures in the world that Shiki has had the pleasure of consuming. However, even from human to otherworldly creature, nothing has matched the flavour Sid’s body held. Rich, supple, succulent… slightly sweet but robust as rosemary would be in comparison. There was even a hint of a smoked pepperyness to the tengu's pallet. The taste was enrapturing to him, and the variation of those flavours depending on bodily location only added to it. He could never put a finger on why, but his flesh was delectable. Maybe it was the trauma the being went through? Shiki could consume emotions and craved that just as well. It could also be the deviled flesh Sid’s body was marbled with. He couldn't say.

[angelatelier-a]

@blxxditout summoned cupid ! ♡ ˚.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused. (+reversed, if possible!)

✿ ⧽ reasons to cup a face .

❥ Warm hands are placed upon the others cheeks. Kiwa’s fingers gently ran across the skin on his face in an attempt to distract from the pain she was sure he had to be feeling. “Hey,” her voice is soft, but still somewhat stern. She’s trying to keep his attention. “Focus on me, okay? It’ll be okay, pinky promise.”

She gives a reassuring smile— but she knows that the concern still shines through. “Helps on the way, jus’ stay awake. Listen to my voice, Sid. I’ve gotcha.”