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godsintegrity replied to your post:7'2". Squints at. What.

Or on the desk you bought me.

If you don't shut up about that desk.

#godsintegrity #I SWEAR TO HIS MAJESTY #//LOL NICE

godsintegrity replied to your photo:And so it begins…

;;Same here! Good luck! I hope we all get through Cato . :I Ugh this snow is heavy.

It is SO freaking heavy! It's kinda funny watching the trees that are touching the ground lose their snow and go springing back up, but still. YEESH!

#ooc #godsintegrity #had to keep pulling over to clean my windshield wipers #they kept freezing

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Send me &.& for my muses reaction to yours falling asleep on them.

Now this was an interesting development. It had been a very long time since a child had fallen asleep on me. Well, perhaps it could be more easily contributed to blood loss, but nonetheless - I sat with my new master in this filthy old dungeon cell. I was hungry and tired but she was no victim, even without the blood and magic that bound me against harming her. She'd made that abundantly clear.

With a sigh, I rose, gathered her up my arms and began to make my way upstairs. She barely reacted, and I chuckled darkly, wondering how great a violation it would be if I took another taste of the blood flowing from her wound before patching her up.

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☁:How they feel about cold weather.

Eh, like most weather he doesn't feel it much unless it is to an extreme.

...that being said.....

In certain cases, it can encourage certain pleasant results.

#is it vague?#is it coy?#i'm probably slyly referencing back to Unitverse rp XD #godsintegrity

✿ : Does your muse feel a strong connection to any of the seasons? Why?

Fall, I suppose. Honestly, though I think he just likes the change of seasons because it makes him part of...some kind of change, if that makes any sense?

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Wrath:

SEVEN SINS HEADCANON PROMPTS

Wrath: Give us a blow by blow instance of where your character was so angry they couldn’t contain it or deal with it in a normal fashion. Time for some good old fisty-cuffs, whether it’s against another person or an inanimate object, sometimes it helps to just hit something.

One fight in particular would be his battle against Grey the Ninelives (in the manga), Wolfwood clearly snapped and lost it.

Very few people have seen Nicholas in this rage-induced bloodlust, and even fewer live to tell about it. In fact, I don’t think he’s been pushed that far in any of my threads yet. He usually holds back for some reason or another, or is more cautious against stronger opponents.

Once he reaches this stage of murderous intent, prepare for a complete bloodbath.

His opponent, Grey the Ninelives, was one of the Gung Ho Guns; a giant biologically-rendered clone of sorts that was internally controlled by nine little gremlins inside, making him nearly immortal until all of them are incapacitated or killed.

Wolfwood’s fighting style is usually fairly reckless, though he clearly calculates his opponent’s moves and adapts to their style, keeping a clear head in the midst of battle. In this fight, however, he took great glee and pleasure in tearing Grey apart, a slasher smile on his face that would rival Legato’s.

After all, he had Vash’s silent permission to kill Grey that time. So why hold back?

Deep down inside, carefully cultivated by the Eye of Michael, there is a part of Wolfwood that secretly enjoys the thrill of a fight, and lusts for blood. That part of him feels a rush of pleasure at killing, making it almost addictive so long as he can justify it and make excuses for himself.

I often allude Wolfwood to a feral dog, and this fight was no exception. Driven to near-madness, he ripped Grey the Ninelives to shreds, always continuing to attack no matter how many times he was knocked down, no matter how many bones were broken, he would get up and strike again, teeth bared. A rabid animal.

Ninelives’ pilots weren’t spared, either. Despite nearly unconscious from injuries and exhaustion, Wolfwood mercilessly beat them down, even going so far as to strangle one to death with his bare hands.