#noctaria

[pantaloane]

pantalone: " i'm feeling just a little bit unw- " dottore:

STOPPPP THIS IS LITERALLY HIM RN 😭😭😭😭

fuck I laughed at this so hard I started coughing/ wheezing

[b-erserk]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃, an uninvited presence that many would've taken a day of leave just to avoid.

Buried deep beneath a well-established outpost situated in a vast coat of frost, where countless men and women of reputable prestige ensured the Fatui’s dominion remained absolute, a mercenary had been seen moving through the laboratory’s hallways. They had tried — and tried they did, but in his wake they were swiftly overwhelmed, leaving blemished splashes of blood across pristine walls of white as the aftermath of a fight no one had been prepared to win.

A large Fatui member rushed into the doctor’s sanctum, slamming the doors open hard enough to shake the frame. He was wheezing, frantically mustering just enough air to form any sensible words.

“ S-sir @noctaria! We’ve. . . we've got an intruder! ” the man exclaimed, balling over to inhale as much air as possible. It was there and then, swift and precise — a blade lacerated through the grunt's back, killing him faster than words could escape.

The agent barely had time to react, his report dying in his throat as he collapsed forward and beyond him stood someone far too eager for this meeting.

Village peasants paid a pretty penny for this guy's head, unless his coin could speak louder.

[gildstar]

For. @noctaria, continued from here.

The space within the confinement was CRAMPED, four square walls without even a hairline seam wide enough to dig one's nails into. It had come up around him so abruptly that he'd barely had a moment's worth of time to register that he'd been trapped. But the shock of the circumstances was quickly waylaid by the sight of his captor - that familiar silhouette, like an unmistakably stark and defining caricature cut from fine paper, bold against the otherwise pervading darkness of their surroundings.

Within the space, his own voice seemed muffled to his ears. Aether paced, his eyes darting and alive with an electric trepidation, searching for any weakness in the structure that he might exploit and finding none. It seemed that the Harbinger's premeditation had paid off.

" Stop playing games. Let me out! "

[creslune]

✧ [ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.. ✧ / @noctaria ✧

Crap where was she? why was it so DARK? curse her crappy eyes, suddenly she gasped hearing a voice call out to her, looking around nervously she kept herself in place checking all the surroundings around her. ' You gonna be a coward or come out and face me? ' Suddenly she turned and nearly collided with someone, a man it would seem, judging by his tall frame and how he stood so gentlemen like that would be Usagi's best guest. ' Where did you...? '

[spadearts]

“Noctaria, a psychic titan who was slain long before the titans were sealed away. Many believe their soul splintered in their last second, giving life and form to hundreds of new beings.”

more final space oc stuff

[pantaloane]

" you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act. " ~

in   the   heart   of   the   palace,   the   quiet   is   absolute.   save   for   sound   from   the   gilded   excess   that   is   the   regrator's   sanctuary.   a   single   vintage   of   red   wine,   so   rare   its   price   could   buy   a   small   province,   sat   decanted   between   them,   its   bouquet   dark   like   the   secrets   they   shared.   as   pantalone   poured   the   liquid   into   crystal   stems,   watching   the   candlelight   dance   within   the   deep   crimson,   he   felt   a   rare,   unsettling   peace   settle   over   his   heart.

across   from   him   sat   the   doctor,   the   only   man   whose   conviction   rivaled   his   own.   a   man   who   does   more   than   merely   scoff   at   the   divine;   in   their   conversations   did   they   find   that   their   respective   goals   to   dismantle   and   usurp   the   heavenly   throne   is   what   continues   attracting   the   banker   toward   dottore's   presence.   perhaps   this   is   when   pantalone   realizes   this   wasn't   merely   a   partnership   of   convenience.   not   anymore.   it   became   a   profound,   sacrilegious   reverence;   he   felt   seen,   beyond   adorning   the   appearance   of   a   financier   and   a   harbinger,   dottore   sees   him   as   a   man   who   was   wronged   by   the   archons.   this   mutual   hatred   building   the   foundations   of   their   blossoming   friendship   and   subsequent   affection. 

he   isn't   surprised   by   the   realization   that   he   adored   the   monster   before   him.   it   has   existed.   like   a   seed,   its   roots   have   burrowed   somewhere   deep   past   his   iron-clad   heart   and   took   root.   nourished   by   little   gestures   they   would   exchange.   prolonged   stares,   a   small   touch;   the   closeness   of   their   respective   proximity   that   would   otherwise   be   given   space.   pantalone's   visage   writes   a   tender   countenance--a   quiet   comfort   in   the   confirmation   that,   for   once,   he   was   not   alone   in   his   heresy.

❝     i   have   spent   my   life   accumulating   the   things   the   gods   denied   me,   filling   the   void   with   gold   and   grandiosity,   yet   I   find   that   the   most   exquisite   acquisition   isn't   something   that   can   be   stored   in   a   vault.    ❞   he   pauses   deliberately   to   allow   the prelude to his confession   to   sink   in.   and,   in   tandem,   indulging   a   sip   of   wine.   putting   the   glass   aside   upon   the   coffee   table,   pantalone   shuffles   closer   to   dottore.   the   smile   he   dons   isn't   one   of   conniving,   fox-like   trickery,   nor   does   it   spell   a   facade;   it   is   a   sincere   contentment--a   wry,   genuine   smile   pulling   at   his   lips--that   even   the   regrator   has   not   felt   in   quite   a   long   time.

❝     in   the   times   we've   spent   together,   i   have   grown   disturbingly   fond   of   you.   not   for   your   utility,   though   it   is   vast,   but   for   the   simple   fact   that   in   this   wretched,   divine-obsessed   world,   you   are   the   only   mirror   that   doesn't   reflect   a   lie.   you   are   the   only   one   whose   achievement   of   godhood   i   would   pray   to   one   day   for   salvation.    ❞

but   it   does   not   last   long.   he swiftly conceals   this   sudden   soft   vulnerability   beneath   a   mask   of   practiced   smugness,   pantalone   leans   back   to   reclaim   his   glass.    their   conversation   drifted   through   the   mechanics   of   their   progress,   a   delightful   dance   of   intellects   that   pantalone   eventually   sharpened   into   a   more   dangerous   edge   as   they   continued   to   indulge   their   respective   drinks.   pantalone   may   have   acclaimed   to   tolerate   intoxication,   yet   the   flushed   cheeks   belies   such   notion.

❝     you   know,   doctor,     ❞    he   murmured,   his   voice   dropping   to   a   silken,   provocative   register   as   he   leaned   forward   until   the   scent   of   chemicals   and   fruity   cologne   mingled,

❝     while   everything,   including   humans,   may   bear   a   price,   i   for   one   possess   a   high   value   that   makes   me   untouchable.   metaphorically,   of   course.     ❞ 

he   let   the   word   linger,   a   sensual   dare   whispered   directly   into   dottore’s   ear,   his   breath   ghosting   over   the   other   man's   skin.   the   bait   was   set,   and   dottore,   perhaps   swayed   by   the   vintage   or   the   sheer   audacity   of   the   regrator’s   tone,   didn't   hesitate.   with   a   clink,   dottore   set   his   glass   aside   and   surges   forward.   the   movement   was   a   blur   as   he   pinned   pantalone’s   wrists   to   the   plush   arm   of   the   couch,   straddling   his   lap   with   a   heavy,   grounding   weight   that   forced   a   sharp   grunt   from   pantalone’s   lungs.

 "   you’re   not   as   untouchable   as   you   act ~.   " 

dottore   teased,   his   eyes   gleaming   with   a   predatory   amusement.   pantalone   rewards   the   doctor's   boldness   with   a   grin,   the   victory   of   the   provocation   lighting   up   his   features. 

❝     then   prove   it,   and   see   if   you   can   afford   the   interest   ~.    ❞    he   taunted,   before   closing   the   distance   to   press   his   lips   firmly   against   dottore’s   in   a   searing,   triumphant   kiss.

[fatedvoid]

Liked / commented for a starter: @noctaria // Either from Alhaitham, Lohen, Ga'ming, Heizou, Luuk Herssen or Sampo.~

The man was a coinsure of many colors or so the mask goes. this masked fool however loved the sound of cold hard cash in the morning. So as he was wondering along, he noticed the Blue haired Mystery and took a chance. "Well well, Look who we have here, dare to take a chance kind Blue haired stranger." Sampo bows in his overly fashion as always before that Cheshire smirks appears. "You sir, seem to be a man of moonlight mystery right, I don't think I've seen you around here before, and my what exquisite tastes you have in clothes as well. but what if I told you, I had something even better under wraps. something that might even interest you even." in his own fashion the blue haired fool tucks his hand to his chest and bows. "So what do you say pal, ya interested to hear what I got for you?"

[lighthouselullabies]

"Open up" to pry my muse's mouth open to look at their teeth!

@noctaria:

" open up " // ( for diaval. )

There is a pause from the creature hearing that before quickly making a noise as fingers pry open his mouth before he could react further. Something close to a startled squawk does leave him as a few feathers that peak fluffing up in surprise.

Luckily, or maybe because it was Dottore that he wouldn't slam his mouth to crunch his fingers, but he does keep his mouth pried open to see.

Teeth are on full display, looking rather human so far in shape if one doesn't pay close attention to how sharp they look. Each and every tooth sharpened to a point, even the the molars end in a sharp point! Serrated teeth and forked tongue at the bottom of his jaw, the tongue as well being serrated around the sides.