#theinfernalcircus

[s-p-arky-a]

A much nicer scanned version of my Fire Dancer Rhys for a group roleplay AU I’m in on my Rhys rp blog. I wanted to get this scanned before I attempt to ink him soon. Heck I might even try to do this in Illustrator too. I haven’t decided yet. Definitely going to get done traditionally though.

[hyperioncompanyman]

ᕮquipment ₣ailure - Open

The fire dancer let out a small string of curses, mostly to himself, as he dropped the thankfully unlit set of Poi to the ground. The flesh hand coming up to immediately cover his left eye. The tiniest whine came from him and with a bit of frustration kicking his equipment to the side a little. Mumbling a bit to himself Rhys set off to look for something to soothe the ache and possible swelling before it got too bad.

Being a little blind on one side currently with his hand covering the little accident he had the tall performer felt his arm collide with a body. Jostling his arm a bit he turned fully so he could see who it was he hit.

“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t see you there and didn’t mean to hit you. But while I have your attention you wouldn’t happen to know if we have ice around here, do you? Or something that’s cold in general? Would be greatly appreciated to know.”

[eromai-blog1]

✨✧⋆ @mentisvolatus ✦

"Leo," Dite said sweetly as she set herself down in his workshop. "My favorite engineer. Do you think I could ask you for a tiny favor?"

She didn't wait for an answer and instead launched right into it. "It's not that I don't enjoy using Cullen as a barre, that's not the trouble at all, but sometimes he's busy and it's not practical to ask him to help. I thought maybe you could help me and build me a barre for my tent. And maybe you could fix the spotlight so it's not so blinding during the show?""

[duxbellatorum]

[ étendue. ]

Cullen woke to a lion gnawing at his sock, the warm dampness incomprehensibly distressing, coupled with the razor-sharp cub teeth pricking unpleasantly the soft soles of his feet too upsetting to sleep through. It was strange not having Kitty and Lydia rolling about on his face to wake him, but he was glad of their protectiveness for Dite that kept them by her side, practically day and night. Someone had to make sure she was safe from Ares, and Cullen couldn’t be there all hours of the day, as much as he might have liked to be. 

But this morning, he woke early enough to have a shower and a shave before breakfast, and invigorated with his Sunday ritual, he made his way to Dite’s tent, with the intention of asking her to breakfast before she went to practice.

“Dite, are you decent?” he called, standing considerately just beyond the flap of her tent, careful not to peek inside in case she wasn’t. “You feel like breakfast today?”

[hyperioncompanyman]

I finished the sketch of my Fire Dancer Rhys with a set of Fire Fans. The prosthetic, fans, and pose where heavily referenced. Damn those hands. I do plan on trying to ink this and actually put a bit of fire to those fans. But not tonight.

[hyperioncompanyman]

ᗯatch ᕼim Ƭame Ƭhe ₣lames             ᑕome ᗩnd ᔕee ₣or ϒour Ⅴery 〇wn ᕮyes                       ᙖe ᕮntranced ᙖy Ƭhe ᗯay Ƭhey ᑭractically ᑕall ᕼis ᘉame

                                              Ƭhe ₣ire Ðancer

[eromai-blog1]

@mxrnamai

Ares' hand, yet again, slid up her waist to boldly knead at her breast through the thin fabric of her practice clothes, eliciting a disgusted ugh from her as she twisted out of his grip like a cat in a sack. She fell the distance to the net and was already chastising him heatedly as she bounced in the sling of it.

"How do you expect to learn the routine if you keep making me stop you from being disgusting!" she practically shouted up at him. Kitty, pacing agitatedly under the net, bounded over to sniff at Dite as she landed and followed her to the ladder base, where she continued to pace as Dite climbed back up to the rigging.

"Honestly!" she continued without losing any disdain or volume. "In public, no less! Anyone could walk in here. I swear, sometimes it's like you were raised by wolves."

[cuervocanto]

Venom hobbies

“Do not touch that,” Zevran warned sharply, his back turned to his guest while he organized various blades and tools in his tent. For a knife-thrower, the contents of his tent resembled more of an apothecary’s lab: plants, curios and arcane devices strewn haphazardly in a system unbeknownst to anyone but Zevran. 

“Do not smell it, either. It is very volatile, yes?”