#viciousgentlemen

[theboonofchaos]

    Smooches her brother's face-

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[the-smallest-star]

// I might have drawn two vamps from two great multi-muse blogs @heedingcalls @viciousgentlemen

[cxffeeshxp]

"i was just standing here, minding my own business." // Evoka ; viciousgentlemen, for whoever works best with a dnd crossover lol

{{ L }} " Yeah, standing in MY way, jackass. " Was Bakugos fault for bumping into the other but... he wasn't just about to admit that. HE's not completely gone through his character arc of being less of an ass.

[astaricn]

"oh my god , are you bleeding ?" // Evoka ; viciousgentlemen

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HE HAD BEEN STARVING. Hardly a new feeling for Astarion, given that was just how Cazador liked to keep him regardless of how he behaved. However, it was different now. He had been stolen away and thanks to the parasite he was now hosting, he no longer felt the literal irrististable pull of his master's commands. His first taste of freedom in 200 years, and if he didn't set that parasite out of him he'd be transformed into a mindflayer. Lovely.

Despite the rather dire circumstances, he couldn't help but REVEL in his situation. He was out in the sun, he'd waded through rivers without trouble and no longer needed permission to go where he pleased. Maybe there was a way he could keep this parasite while still preventing ceremorphosis.

He'd managed to become a part of a rag-tag team, all seeking to avoid being transformed by the worms behind their eyes. It hadn't taken long for them to reach Emerald Grove, and set up a camp for the night after meeting the druids and tieflings.

The vampire hadn't eaten since his kidnapping, and as everyone else slept in their bedrolls he decided he best find something to feed on. Sneaking out of the camp, he eventually managed to find a lone boar in the forest. He wasted little time in draining the creature of all it's blood, revelling in the fact that it was the best meal he'd had ever since being turned.

A part of him knew it was still NOTHING compared to tasting the blood of a humanoid, but he'd take what he could get. He decided to leave the carcass where it lay, taking his time to wander back towards the grove. What he hadn't expected was to run into someone this late. Freezing in place, he realises his haw likely held evidence of what he'd done. Shit.

Reaching up to wipe at the blood trail, he let out a light laugh and turned to face Evoka. Time to put those skills in deception to good use. "Yes- I got lost in thought and ended up biting down on my lip a little too hard." He wiped at his jaw again, hoping it would clear away the rest of the blood. "Hardly anything to worry about, but I thought I should step way to deal with it, you understand, yes? I thought everyone would be asleep."

[pawnshopsouls]

"Who are you?!" From Grillby

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Stanley gaped at the crackling fire elemental standing in the middle of his pawnshop, several of his customers flattening themselves against the walls and book cases of merchandise. Shock and alarm filled each person as the shop owner’s raced, trying desperately to digest what just happened.

‘There’s a wickerling in my pawnshop. There’s a wickerling in my pawnshop! Oh please don’t let them burn down my pawnshop!’

Stanley’s mind continued to race as he tried to think of how the thing had gotten in and how to deal with it now. After all, it had been over a century since Fierlieths, or fire elementals, had been barred from entering non-elemental residence, on account of their destructive nature. But here one was, standing in what looked like a barista uniform, looking to Stanley’s eye, very lost and panicked. This was a bad thing since the pawnbroker knew that when agitated, Fierlieths tended to… grow and use their magic to burn whatever was agitating them.

“Now, now, take it easy there fella,” Stan managed, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “Ain’t anybody here gonna hurt yeh. I just need yeh teh calm down ‘n’ we can figure this out.”

He took a nervous a nervous breath, the air hissing between his teeth as he slowly rounded the check out counter. But as he did so, he got a whiff of the air coming off the elemental and a familiar scent plucked a chord in the back his mind. Memories of his second hand man, Smoke, and his beau, Humerus, came to mind along with the snowy underground place they called home. Then it clicked.

‘… This guy… this guy smells like Snowdin. But… But fierlieths can’t live in cold places! The chill ‘n’ water snuffs them out! Unless… ’ He swallowed and looked up at the elemental. ‘Better ask him but… carefully. Very, very carefully.’

Taking a moment to wet his lips, Stanely cautiously approached the elemental. “Okay, we’re going to take this nice and easy. We’re gonna do some introductions, then we’re gonna see what we can do teh sort this all out. Now my name is Stanley Bonachard. I’m the owner a’ this place. Right now, we’re in Prize Pickin’s Pawnery in Ponchella, Vansia. Now, you. What’s yer name ‘n’ where are yeh from? If we know where yer from, we might be able teh get yeh home, a’right?”

[huskofachance-a-blog]

Droog motions for Husk's attention, "Whiskey. Leave the bottle."

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He eyes the gentleman, slowly turning his back to the other he picks through various bottles. He pauses and pulls down a J.P. Wiser's Dissertation bottle. Opening it he sets it down on the counter moving to prep the glass. “Rough night or just died?” He asked pouring the whiskey for the stranger. 

[hinkwerks]

💓💗💝 I MEAN

Very specific types of ship meme

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💓 - In love with each other, but too shy to say so

💗 - Deep platonic love hiding deeper romantic love

💝 - One-sided love (specify which side)I MEAN!!! You’re not wrong!!! I love our Sammy x Henry ship. Those sad, sad sad little studio workers. We need to do a happy AU where they are gay powerhouses in the animation industry... Or Sammy waking up the night after having sex with Henry. I kind of would love to see how Sammy would react to waking up cuddling Henry. The emotions, the conversation. Henry confessing he’ll always love & respect Sammy even if Sammy doesn’t feel the same. God the inner turmoil, the possible falling, the chance at CUTENESS!!!