#lionfanged

[diabotsis]

sour green apple flavored 🫵

well thats the best flavour so. also how would you know that. you dont come close enough. come closer. come here.

[aelirus]

Mentally ill warriors killing me . They're in the war on mental illness, on the side of mental illness

[snippyrocket]

@lionfanged​ asked:

' well? are you ready to go and terrorize the neighborhood? '

in an uncharacteristic outfit for the one and only atticus king, one could either guess hell had run cold, or it was halloween. in a pair of dark-washed, snugly fitted jeans torn at the thighs and calves, a tattered black shirt with equally worn leather jacket on top, it all matched well with the grotesque make-up covering half of his face.

blood, realistic gouges, and an eerie ghost-pale contact lens covering up gold made the left half of his face look freshly destroyed. jingling lightly with every step from the adornment of metal jewelry hanging from his neck and false earrings decorating his ears, after hours of primping and readying, finally was he set.

tapping the toe of leather motorcycle boots against the floor to test how they felt, one last moment was taken to fluff out his hair.

' i was thinking we could take one of the motorcycles for a drive. '

If ‘extra’ were embodied by a single living person, Atticus King would certainly fit that description. Even Proton -- all dolled up in the glittery, skimpy ridiculousness of his Zubat costume -- feels underdressed in the face of such a deliciously ghoulish effort.

If not for the contact in one eye and the false piercings being a dead giveaway that he had, in actuality, not already snuck out and caused himself a dreadful case of road rash, dearest Shinya might have been concerned that his love had genuinely marred his gorgeous face.

“Ha! Not if that’s what you manage to do to yourself on the road!”

The idea of hitting the bike barely registers as a serious suggestion as he’s too busy quietly admiring the aesthetic, clearly impressed. As he skips on over, he’s almost about to start dropping hints about how good real piercings would look -- until he thinks just that little harder, hands grabbing at King’s forearms with an audible gasp.

"Wait-- Can we really?"

You'd have to be genuinely hard of hearing to miss the notes of excitement in his voice, akin to a child just told that they could pick anything they liked on the toy aisle.

He’d gladly forsake any party going tonight just to ride the whole night long, reaching up on his tiptoes to plant a firm kiss upon his partner’s cheek.

“Just... Give me a couple of minutes to get some pants and a jacket on over all of... this.”

A hand vaguely gestures to the waistcoat, shorts and stockings just barely covering his arms and legs -- which he’s quickly realising might not be the most appropriate thing to wear -- if not for his own protection, then at least in terms of keeping warm.

[kotoyin]

@lionfanged takes the bait, menacingly:

unrolls a strip of duct tape

“Tape? Geeez dude, couldn’t ya ‘ave splashed out on an embroidered straight jacket or somethin’? I know you can afford it!”

Cue her folding her arms tight as she pouts back. Is this steak-slab really expecting to scare her with that? She’d outrun him long before he could actually restrain her.

[dikiyvter]

@lionfanged​ said:

atticus manages to understand him thru his accent but is mean and pretends he needs gio to repeat himself fifteen times

[gerudosage]

are you telling me h.ylians are fucking m.ormons

[nosixth]

@lionfanged​​​​​​​​​​​​​      &&. liked for A LYRIC STARTER. . .

❝ in a certain light, i can plainly see. . . a  reflection  of  MAGNIFICENCE hidden in you. . . ❞

[bransles]

@lionfanged​​​ said : ' i am going to count to five. ' atticus's voice was low, gilded eyes never wavering from the guardian scout separated from them only via a thin line of trees. ' on five, run towards the river. they may be quick, but they can't float. '

octavo had never been a runner;  if one happened to see him running away from something,  they ought to start running too.  although,  guardians seemed like a pretty reasonable thing to make a mad dash from  —  he often did,  in the end.  there was a fine line between courage and stupidity,  and perhaps he often crossed that line,  admittedly.  however,  he’d never make any progress if he let himself give in to cowardice,  even if it would be the smartest option.  if only those mechanical abominations weren’t such an enigma.  if only there had been more information on them  —  did those from a century ago and beyond not bother to do any research into what they were using?  or did any information get destroyed in the flames of destruction?  either seemed just as likely,  to be honest.

they could be controlled.  hyrule once had control over them.  the calamity had control over them now.  it was just a matter of . . . maybe tweaking his magic a bit,  until he could keep a hold on one.  the error had lie somewhere in the fact that they might not have been technically alive,  and octavo had fine - tuned his magic to control the minds of the monsters.  if they had no mind to control,  then what?

a question he mulled over as he stalked the guardian from behind the trees.  until the sound of footsteps quickly approaching him cut through his thoughts,  and he turned his head to greet atticus,  who had caught up with him.  he seemed to note the guardian,  in the way of the path they had been taking  —  octavo saw it as an opportunity,  but clearly atticus thought different.

“ wait,  atticus!  i deliberately sought it out, ”    he quickly,  quietly explained before he could start counting  ( did it actually do them any good to keep their voices as low as they were?  could guardians even hear? ),    “ i need to work on utilizing my magic with them  —  i feel i have been avoiding them long enough to consider some different approaches. ”

approaches he would be just now trying,  of course.  and hoping their failures were not fatal.  as usual with him.

“ i can quickly flee if things go south. ”

disregard that their first meeting was atticus saving his life from one of them.