#erodedauthenticity

[rivalrus]

@erodedauthenticity​: ; )

     An eyebrow cocked and with no shortage of  theatrical  flair was a finger pointed inwardly towards his own chest, mouthing a mute question that seemingly sought to  confirm  that he was indeed the intended recipient of the  suggestive  wink and there wasn’t an alternate candidate in the immediate vicinity that could claim ownership; even if there was, however, there was no chance that he would be willing to  entertain  even the  faintest  prospect of competition.

     A shameless grin further  accentuated  the vampire’s devilish deportment as his free hand lowered to smoothly cross the table to capture the pharaoh’s, his touch boldly brushing along the underside of Ahkmenrah’s fingers before firming his grasp and coaxing the captive hand upwards and off the surface. Eye contact was  resolutely  maintained and a wink of his own directed back to the original sender, a prelude before a  chaste  kiss was bestowed to the other’s knuckles and his fingers took the liberty of lacing themselves with his partner’s; he was nothing if not an avid  advocate  for reciprocation.   

                                                ❝ -------------- Right back at you. ❞

[starxchosen]

@erodedauthenticity

|| Hit that ♥ for a starter ||

“Ay ay ay- stay there. Right there. Sí...”

Confusion settled into his bones, nerves that hadn’t been sparked in years flaring up like a raging inferno, burning along the marrow with roaring waves. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking at, but they seemed to be alive, for the most part. All the same, Héctor can still sense something a little off. Like the wrong note hit at just the right time ; it’s subtle and hidden beneath the clash of drums, but the key is still off and he knows it. The same could be applied here.

“Ahora, I don’t know who you are, hombre, pero I didn’t take anything. Nada. So, if you want to go fight someone, quizás you go find someone a little more... fleshy? Maybe curse them?”

[deviantbuilt]

Markus upon meeting @erodedauthenticity

[gxthicruins-blog]

✘   @erodedauthenticity ┊ starter call - reflekta

❝ What’s with that getup? ❞ REFLEKTA QUESTIONED, grin evolving to a wild cackle. She had originally planned to simply transform the stranger into another clone of herself but now? SHE JUST HAD TO FOUND OUT WHAT COULD DRIVE SOMEBODY TO COMMIT SUCH A FASHION DISASTER.

❝ You look like you just came straight out of the past! I’ll give you a clearly needed makeover if you want. ❞

[astrapure-a-blog]

@erodedauthenticity

     “So, I think I’ve discovered how to use the yeet in life.”

There’s a water bottle in her hands that’s swiftly discarded with a toss, a small shout of YEET escaping her lips as the bottle rather misses the trash can & instead decides to bounce & roll across the floor of the museum.

[huntpirates]

ltlesaro replied to your post: “LIKE  THIS  POST  for a starter from the saltiest pirate hunter of the...”:

Yes please

one starter for my fave lieutenant coming right up ✨ 

erodedauthenticity replied to your post: “LIKE  THIS  POST  for a starter from the saltiest pirate hunter of the...”:

can I just like for the comment.... made about him?

I’ll let you get away with it this time 👀

corsairhxnter replied to your post: “LIKE  THIS  POST  for a starter from the saltiest pirate hunter of the...”:

I so want something between Salazar and Tia Dalma

please!! good lord that would be fantastic. and he could really do with some of her advice.

[ska-doosh-blog1]

 从龙战士的问候      @erodedauthenticity

“ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--- !!!!!!!!!!  A Mummy !  ”

[rivalrus]

@erodedauthenticity:

continued from here [ x ]

  New fabrics hang at his shoulders, but it’s the footwear that will always seem foreign to him. Of all of the changes he’s endured, he can live without certain changes. Like the world around him, Ahkmenrah changes to blend and explore.

    He is barefoot, and it accents a ‘modern look’, making his steps smooth.

    The pharaoh reaches at his own pace carefully, letting his weight rest comfortably. “It’s really not the same without a deshret.” His accent drifts to a low hum, something of a whisper to keep the discussion private. A natural brightness still flashes subtly in his eyes and he finds his jaw to mark his lips with a kiss. His lips linger against Jerry’s and he steadily edges back to allow him the look he desired.

“Do I still look like a king?”

     Although affirmation's taste arose to linger at the ready on his tongue, contemplative scrutiny captured the entirety of the other's appearance with an expression that effectually  inferred an ongoing internal dialogue. Already had agile fingers found their preferred place idly defining their presence against the pharaoh's hip, offhandedly tracing over the fabric before dipping beneath its edge to find bare skin to curl against. Contrary to pantomimed implication, there had never been any doubt over the forthcoming verdict.

                                 ❝ Always. ❞

     The other hand too was not without its purpose. While one enforced an obstinate determination to secure Ahkmenrah and enforce a rule of minimal negotiation for their position, the other had taken to roaming over the modern garments and feeling out their fit. Languid and with  authoritative  purpose did ashen fingers press, skating over both sides and front to gain a richer perspective and opinion; only when its trek finally rose to frame the side of other's throat did a grin's glimpse catch the light -- fleeting as it was, since his mouth soon found greater purpose littering  affections  along the defined line of the pharaoh's jaw; as a result, the following question arose to fill the silence as one garnished with the tone of a private musing.    

                                  ❝ ---------- Do you still  feel  like one? ❞