#errantwish

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Continued from here! @errantwish

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Standing before Fate was a pitch-black, shadowed form. It was, however, made recognizable as a humanoid shape.

This form almost looked like a man Fate met some time ago, but a lot of things were just as off-putting as when the being before him called him by his name. For starters, he was much taller than B.J. There were burning red highlights indicating his eyes and what appeared to be markings of unholy nature, from neck to arms to lower torso.

"You know my name. Most in Hell have forgotten about it by now, only referring to me as the Nameless, or the Dark Lord." Davoth stated rather plainly, for one who rules a realm full of strife, war and (un)death.

"It is only fair that I ask of you, your name. You obviously are no mere mortal, if at all; That much I know. As for how I found you? You may or may not have found someone touched by a curse I inflict upon his bloodline."

[vitaegratis]

@errantwish​ sent:🛡️  + reverse -  a  starter  where  bj  protects  eddie  from  a  fight.

"Shit. I... uh, good to see you again, Captain. I don’t know think I can overstate how thankful I am...” For the aid, and for the fact he hadn’t decided to mouth off that day they met at the War Zone. Usually people like Carver were more bark than bite, they’d back down... either intimidated by the whole look and demeanor, the posturing - or more likely, they figured he wasn’t worth it.

Which.. Eddie wasn’t sure whether he should take offense to that or not. He preferred not to fight, not getting hit... but if push came to shove? He liked to think he could handle He was stronger than he looked, and the rings could probably deal some damage... but in this situation? It had been about five against one. The older man had made short work of them, which wasn’t all that surprising... nor was the mercy he had shown. He could have inflicted a lot more harm had he wanted to, obviously, but... it wasn’t about hurting the other guys - or even teaching them a lesson. It was about defending him.

He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. Again, he was thankful, but...

“...so I guess this is the part I explain why those guys jumped me, and why I didn’t deserve that beating?”

[dragonskxn]

@errantwish replied:

BJ braces himself, looks away, and holds his arms out like he's going to give a hug.

Oh, a hug? Smudge continues to run towards the man, snorting happily. Smudge doesn't realize how large he is, unfortunately...

[strifeincarnate]

@errantwish liked for a short starter

“I would caution you not to do that.”  A quick nod of the head was directed at the other man waiting for his next opponent at the game table, the man’s lips curved in an all too sinister grin.  “I have watched him best numerous fools intent on earning coin.  It would be a shame if another fell into his trap.”

[draggeddowntothedark]

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I will never stop loving my mutuals TRY AND STOP MEEEE

we only just started writing but I'm loving Jonathan he's a nice boy I'm sorry Megan's so rough around the edges

def need to interact with your Columbo you got his dialogue down pat lmao

[houseflyy]

@errantwish​ asked: “ you’re a little trickster, aren’t you?”

for animal muses.

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B.J’s remark was met with an uproarious laughing fit, muffled a bit from within his cupped hands. She couldn’t help it: Chase was one of Melody’s favorite games, and all that time spent playing it with her father trained her well. Though, on this occasion:

“It would be a lot harder to catch me if I was really trying,” she said between giggles. “I was distracted—you kept making me laugh!”

[kylo-wrecked]

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” (-Jof, for a fantasy or medieval au?)

Ren cocked his head. Why in the world—in any world, let alone Otherworld—would this man think himself frightening, even by mistake? Perhaps it was because Ren was in the shape of a blackbird.

Don't be absurd, he said, in his way. Now, then, good sir, most merry minstrel. Do you know where you are?

In his domain, the one not quite below, above, or in-between—the Otherworld—Ren could be a blackbird in its trees, an eel in its rivers. In the world Jon crossed from, Ren's body lay strewn in the crater where it landed a millennium ago. Once, he had been a star, a king of the heavens. Now, he was no more than a rock to the dull human eye, a steward to the dead, and it seemed, a friend to madmen, ghouls, and wandering souls.

He hopped up and down the persimmon branch; the fruit trembled gently. Ren was effervescent in those days; he had just constructed his 200th room, and Jof had been the first to set foot there.

No, said Ren. This is not another one of your visions, you poor, dear fool. The last thing you remember is walking through the arc of mushrooms at your feet. And now you are on the other side of the world. 

Ren bounced back and trilled.

What do you make of that? And while you're at it, what do you make of this garden? It's my fifth. 

The so-called garden was wild with the flora and brush of the untouched lands across the Atlantic; it shivered with all the pleasantries of autumn in a strange, mechanic rhythm. There were few insects—only the beautiful ones. The air did not comprehend or convey the chill one expected of fall. It was a dream's autumn.

[ofthestcrs]

@errantwish

Everything hurt. Partner that with confusion and you had Eddie Munson at the current moment. He could barely walk. His whole torso screamed in agony as he stumbled through the woods. His body drenched with water from Lover’s Lake, which he hadn’t realized he’d crawled out from. His body felt heavy on top of the pain and eventually he crumbled to his knees, just trying to focus on breathing when he heard the sound of leaves ruffling. 

“W-Who’s there?” Eddie questioned, hoping it was one of the kids, but knowing he likely wasn’t that lucky. “Please don’t hurt me.”