#coldlycrimson

[projectlightfox]

[X] @coldlycrimson

     Rain made mud and mud made it next to impossible for Harmony to get enough traction to chase after some of the local wildlife that was near their tent for her to take back to her father for their dinner. The most the four year old had managed to catch was a frog, which she was pretty sure was not the safe kind to cook and eat so she let it go. Her emerald eyes however had managed to spot the other sitting under a dry spot made by the trees. 

     “Ta make sure yer oki.” Her ears had laid back at the hiss, just a little startled at first, but her want to help outweighed her caution as one slightly muddy finger pointed to the basket. “Do ya want help carrying dat? I’m really strong.”

    “Harmony... You’re not going to find a rabbit in this mu....ck.”As her father caught up, he paused. The hackles on the back of his neck, covered by his long quills raised slightly and he slowly reached out to take his daughter’s hand before taking a step back. Amethyst eyes were watching very carefully at what the other was planning to do, but Harmony pulled her hand free enough to still hold true to her offer. 

     She would be happy to carry the basket of food for the other. 

[seyruuminate]

@coldlycrimson

The busy thrum of the marketplace beat its way like a steady drum through Amelia’s chest as she slipped quietly through the streets of the royal city, cloak hood up, gaze flitting about, alert. She was out of the palace and had forsaken an entourage for one solemn goal...

To replenish her secret snack stash.

Clenching a fist in quiet determination, Amelia looked away from the market stalls for a moment of reflection on the snacks of days past.

[eggbxss]

@coldlycrimson Meets the Good Doctor

“You....” A problem has dropped itself on his lap. A problem that he did not expect to see any time soon. Mephiles the Dark. Incredibly poor timing as well. However, Ivo remains unmoved. Crimson irises peer at the shadowy hedgehog in front of her with no fear. He has the power to deal with this menace. He has developed much more weaponry since the last time they met. Bah. GODS. Nothing can be unstoppable. You just have to have a bigger gun. 

“So....What pleasure may I owe you?" The power field around the Doctor could protect him from an initial attack, should one come. Escaping right after should prove elementary, but he will talk since the attack does not come. At least not right away. 

[cholericchimera]

@coldlycrimson

Two weeks he had been on the road, hoofing it day and half-night, sometimes walking, sometimes hitching a ride on the back of a cart belonging to drivers who didn’t ask questions so long as Zelgadis slipped a coin or two into their purses.

He was anxious to get to Seyruun as quickly as possible. It was nice, he reflected, to have a goal again--something to work towards. He didn’t know what he’d do once he collapsed on the palace steps, bedraggled and stone-faced, begging to see the princess, for the sake of his sanity if nothing else.

But he was on his way.

[xxelloss]

Steer - Lei-Shabranigdo :3c

nonverbal startersprompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up

He has just stepped off the battlefield; the heart in his false chest is so expert an illusion that it thunders, pumping wildly with black blood. He is alive, aroused, a sublime and awful young beauty among demons, among wraiths, a back hole of absolute gluttony.  He has raised a hand and sliced the sky and killed thousands of golden dragons in one fell swoop.  On his maiden voyage into battle: his very first act alive.   

And now he kneels before the ma-oh who decreed his birth.  

Shabranigdu, awake and aflame inside Lei Magnus, tips Xelloss Metallium’s chin upward, that their eyes might meet.  

His pupils are round and dark and he smiles, almost drunk on abject devotion, up at his red-eyed Master.  

And then Shabranigdu claps four red-hued talismans on the Greater Beast’s one precious fieldmarshal.  

Xelloss hears a “well done” uttered in that burbling magma voice of his Master, and he gasps quietly, and his smile splits his face as he bows his head, violet hair a glossy curtain falling over his manic features. He trembles, not with fear, but with elation.  

Well done.

Those words thrill him more even than the blood he’s just so effectively, efficiently spilled.  He will never forget it.  He will crave it, and seek it, the rest of his days. 

At all costs.  

[damnedrainbows]

coldlycrimson replied to your post: what if cannibals became cannibals by accident...

// Imagine the person going to jail and having to explain that. How would the police even fill out that kinda report. Why am I thinking about this.

Police: *slap down some forms* and here’s my retirement papers!!

[ipraygreywords]

// *waits for the shit to hit the fan lmfaoooo* 

[anxechoxinxhell]

♛ - Malcom and Hatchet? And/or Fitch and Hatchet?

Send me a “♛” and I’ll summarize our muses relationship in one gif

Malcom and Hatchet:

They’re two goofy shits who seem to get along well. I imagine they’re a nightmare together some way or another. I kinda had a bit of a struggle with this one.

Fitch and Hatchet:

I think this one is self-explanatory. I could’ve used a lot of GIFs for these two but I liked this one.