#deathlace

[googlyeyesonmagiccards]

Wait a minute...this snake is laced with POISON!

[moldcursed]

@deathlace

“ you’re trying to make me do this. ”

the words are angry, yet in actuality, ethan doesn’t feel anything except a sense of something akin to denial. bitterness. and sure, maybe, there is a little bit of sadness and anger. a mixed bag of feelings, all rolled up into one blond package. it never gets easier — his emotions always seem heightened after everything that happened, and ethan still isn’t sure how to deal with it.

karl, on the other hand … he seems to frown upon ethan’s attempts to keep everything tucked down. he’s said as much before, but now, with the two of them sparring in the backyard, ethan realizes what he’s doing. there’s a reason heisenberg is hitting just a little harder, swinging just a little faster, running his mouth just a little more : he wants ethan angry. he wants him worked up, wants the adrenaline to course through his veins. he wants the black decay that’s steadily creeping its way along the grass to keep growing. it’s an attempt to trick ethan into owning up to the abilities he possesses.

ethan wants to hate him for it, but god knows he can’t. the intentions are good, regardless of how ethan feels about it.

still, he takes a step back from the iron lord. he shoves his hands down in the pockets of his hoodie, blue eyes flickering away from the man in front of him and towards the mold he’d inadvertently created, growing along the ground. it reminds him uncomfortably of the baker house, the way it had crept along everything on the property. he won’t be like that. he can’t. there is too much risk involved with all of this shit.

“ stop it, ” ethan finally says, and this time, the bitterness in his tone is accompanied by an angered expression. “ karl, this is dangerous. you know that. ”

[5ecardaday]

Deathlace (2nd Level, Transmutation)

Casting Time: 1 Action

Range: 120 feet

Components: V, S

Duration: 1 min.

Classes: Warlock

You suffuse a target with a bit of your own magical energy, altering their spellcasting powers. One target of your choice within range must make a Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, any spells cast by the target for the duration are considered to have been cast by a warlock.

[crnotkivo]

❛ sneaky . // ker and jak

Patience was waning the longer the night dragged on. Photos flashed and lit the room every few minutes. One stranger after the other was flocking to and from the man of the hour, who everyone was eager to see. People with questions and journalist wanting the next hit article about the rocker. Hoping for some drama or a scandal. It's what raked in the money after all. Jakša grew bored of the attention quick ( and jealous of those who thought they weren't being watch when they stepped in closer ) . With a break in the crowd he pulled Kerry through the wave of bodies. Standing out like a beacon as he lead them away. Finding a quiet wing of the hall that wasn't in use for the event.

He shoved his longer into the nearest room in sight. The door slid shut behind them with a hiss and the touch pad was locked. As exciting the idea of them getting caught was, he didn't want any interruptions. Didn't need anyone snapping any photos of his lover to go around on the net like wildfire either. Jak lifted his lover up with ease as he forced him back onto a spare table. Knocking aside stored decorations onto the floor with little care. He was 'pon the older in an instant. Bodies pressed flush to one another as lips met in a hungry kiss. All teeth and tongue as he savored the taste. Still strong of the alcohol and smokes he'd been nursing all evening. Lips ventured over Kerry's jaw and neck. Kissing and biting downwards as hands worked at the belt of slim fitting jeans before they were yanked down.

Roughly he palmed at the bulge that strained against the fabric of his lover's boxers. Working a desperate sound of him before pushing past the hem. Cool digits wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, slowly stroking up and down it's length, finger tips pressing playfully over the tip. "If I see that one bitch again," he started lowly, "you know the one. All up in your face. Thinkin they were something worth fuckin' looking at." Other hand skillfully ripped his own blet off with an auditable slap of leather. Freeing his own arousal with a heavy sigh finally. "I might just fuck you in front of them."

Jakša pushed himself up. Pulling Kerry along as head flicked downward to himself. "Пљун. Wet me up."

[carnagewed]

@deathlace sent: [ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone + [ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

the body of the variant lies on the ground before him — a bloody mess, covered in gore and viscera from where eddie's knife had plunged in and out of him, again and again in a twisted dance. the bastard had been asking for it, though. he had been poking his nose into business that wasn't his own, had been getting dangerously close to the groom's domain, too close to the prize that gluskin held so near and dear to his heart.

after all, they all want to see the bride.

the one that hasn't died at eddie's hand, the one that isn't strung up with the rest of the others as a failure.

the special one.

floorboards creak behind him and eddie's head snaps in the direction of the sound. the bloody knife is clutched in his hand as if as a warning, though the intensity of his gaze softens as soon as he realizes that the newcomer is not yet another of those that roam the hallways — instead, it is his wife, looking back and forth from him to the corpse on the floor.

“ darling! ”

from where he had previously been crouched over the offending variant, eddie stands. as always, he towers over waylon — a bloodied hand reaches out, fingers caressing his lovely bride's cheek and leaving crimson in their wake. the way she shivers beneath his touch makes a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

[ does she shudder with fear or pleasure or a mixture of both? ]

“ what are you doing out here? pretty girls like you aren't supposed to see this kind of thing. ”

[caomhnoir]

@deathlace liked for a starter.

❛ You rushed off into the dark again, last night - ❜ he holds up a hand, anticipating a clever remark or a bite of another kind. ❛ It is not a criticism of your nature. But you needn't hunt alone. ❜ Though he would not claim to know better on hunting to live, against hunting for pleasure.

[chivalrik]

@deathlace's astarion said, "you’re losing a lot of blood. maybe you should sit down for a moment."

aye, he should, but henry — persistent, stubborn, hard-headed henry — had only continued on, half-stumbling, back towards the abandoned, crumbling homestead in the distance. spring had ebbed to a brutal summer, and the sun hung petulant and punishing in a cloudless sky, heat shimmering atop its moss-slaked roof and surrounding fescue. it was no surprise bandits had taken shelter there nor that he, in his overconfidence and aim to impress, had taken the tip of a rusty sword to the left side of his gut, leaving blood to path in his wake.

it wasn’t good, but at least they'd run them off. for now.

“i'd sooner bleed out than fry in this heat. let's get to shelter, at least.”

his breastplate seemed to weigh a fresh, new pound with each step, and soon he was doubled over, clutching at his side with a grimace that betrayed his composure.

“ … hope you’ve a thread and needle in that pack of yours.”