#consacravi

[pharaohspider]

"Phinks, I believe your expertise in this category would be beneficial to most." He held up two black outfits for his ally to examine. "As you know, I have an upcoming event that requires a disguise. Which tracksuit better complements me?"

One moment of silence goes to two, then it almost gets uncomfortable. He’s just staring, mouth slightly agape at Chrollo.

“You’re asking me.... about tracksuits.” It’s said slowly as if he’s coming to terms with it.

All of a sudden he lifts Chrollo up in the air for a moment,  bursts out in pleased laughter before setting him down. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this! Alright, you know I’m always gonna suggest Gucci, but this one here, the pinstripe is way better and probably going to be more flattering.” Yeah, Phinks is just going to go on about tracksuits until he’s stopped.

[howlins]

@consacravi​ replied to your post: Her ears are sensitive as shit. You KNOW she’s...

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    ❝   Zaban  City !   ❞    She  practically  blurts  it  out ,  lips  curled  into  an  ear - to - ear  grin .    ❝   I  wonder  just  how  smashed  they  would  even  get . . .  I  mean ,  they  are  a  BIG  TIME  criminals ,  but  I  gotta  wonder  if  their  leader  is  a  hardass  or  not .  Wonder  if  the  big  man  himself  is  even  coming .   ❞

[eldestchild]

  @consacravi​

 “You’re aware that this is no ordinary blade.”

     Ben’s knives, especially the one in his possession, could skin anything alive. Furthermore, its surface hosted fatal toxins capable of paralyzing colossal beasts whose size alone demonstrated formidable resistance. Illumi claimed unnatural immunity to countless poisons, but not even his father had risked exposure. Why was he insistent on dying here?

     Chrollo gripped the assassin’s wrist, turning it over. He knew how long it would take before the victim lost control of their body as they bled from every orifice. He knew where he should cut so they suffered most. Cruelty welled inside his chest, and he made the first incision.

     “I hope you’ll forgive me someday.”

There is a light behind black eyes as he stares up at Chrollo. It’s the side of him that is usually kept under wraps, by himself and the shame of his family. An unhealthy obsession, a feeling of superiority, all wrapped within the darkness of his psyche that pushes him far beyond his own breaking points. Illumi willingly lets Chrollo take his wrist, doesn’t fight it, nor does he try and conceal the corner of his lips from turning upwards.

As soon as the first cut is made he steels himself, the burn is far beyond the normal sting of poison, it’s completely on its own level. Hand trembles on its own accord, even if he tries to still his body it seems to be taking effect, pain blossoming and rushing through his nerves. Head slips back, lashes flutter- the agony is simply overwhelming and Chrollo is the conductor of his torment. “Another.” His voice does not tremble yet, even if his arm shakes within the Phantom Troupe leader’s grip. 

[webbedsutures]

leans on her

Physical contact between her and Chrollo was sparse in occurrence - not from a lack of interest, but a need to not let the depth of her affection rise to the surface.If he ever realised her feelings, she worried how quickly the air between them would turn awkward. It’s with those thoughts in mind that she kept any contact between them infrequent and short in duration.

That didn’t mean they didn’t linger in her thoughts for weeks, months after.When his head rests onto her shoulder, she almost stiffened at the warmth of his cheek resting on her collarbone. Her fingers trace the outline of his jaw.

“Tired?” It was the only thing she could think of that would explain his willingness bring himself so close. 

[queensconquest]

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   YOU.

[musearchieve]

@consacravi // plotted starter

Meteor City was more than likely the poorest city known. Many children have either grown up without their parents or siblings, or some families have simply moved on. Phinks Magcub, was one of those kids. He had grown without a mother or father, he had lived half of his life on the streets.

In order to survive, Phinks had stolen from people around the city. But he did not do it in subtle ways, he did it through sheer brute force. The young teen was determined to live, no matter what it cost. Food was hard to find though, even through stealing.

But when he came across a young man, walking through the streets, Phinks decided that he would make him his next victim. The boy seemed to be wearing a purple coat, with fur at the collar. His hair was black and slick back and he had handsome features. Phinks had a bad feeling, but he pursued the man anyway.

Before the other man could blink, Phinks charged at him. He was determined to take. It was a brash decision but he was desperate. It was either survive or die or even be killed. He chose to survive.

[victeux]

@consacravi gets a cat at his door.

   Claws dig into the door at a rapid pace, attempting to get into the manor with little success in terms of damage to the door. Princess would continue her attempts, however, along with loud meows to try and bring anyone to the door to let her inside. This forest was really an awful place for a cat to be in; it was a wonder she hadn’t died along the way. With blood and mud mixed into her fur and a few deep scratches here and there, she’d gotten off fairly well, all things considered. That didn’t change the fact that the door was still frantically scratched at. She would very much prefer to be indoors rather than risk another moment in such a hellish area.

[queensconquest]

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   EW  A  SPIDER

   time  to  kill  it