❝ were you always this pretty ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ — firesluci
random dialogue prompts / @londonfallen
... how funny. he doesn't think he's been called " pretty " all that often, when he stops to think about it. and he does, staring up at it with a perked brow and slightly parted lips, as if unsure what exactly to do with the gentle tease behind what he'd otherwise coin a sultry purr. well, it can be forgiven, being a bat and all, but... he's been complimented, certainly. showered with comments on his beauty, among all else, almost nonstop with the rate at which veilgarden's artisans tend to fawn over him, warranted or otherwise just a product of his own infamy. but very few have ever commented something so... mundane. gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, things far more colorful and poetic : they're all things murmured to him while at the edges of galleries or in the depths of his private chambers, when he's on the job.
it almost takes him aback, the stark innocence behind its compliment, then. it isn't expected, not just for context of who it comes from, london more than content to nip at his heels how he should be shaking in his stockings dealing with mr fires and its nasty reputation ...
"so you like corsets on our kind, then, mr fires?" he's shockingly casual, that in mind. when he blinks, his surprise disappears, but rather than be embarrassed, he takes the comment in stride. compliments are often empty, and he's used to receiving them ... but it's a kinder one, than he typically receives. his burlesque costumes were oft more elaborate than his current attire : as they should be, when he's to make a spectacle. now he'd consider himself rather simple, though, dressed in the corset - lingerie - stocking tripling that wines had long popularized.
well, it's popular for a reason among the toreador, even if the masters of the bazaar supposedly didn't get along very well, he supposes.
he crosses his legs inconspicuously and leans forward, chin resting 'pon his open palm where he watches it. "you should show me what you look like in your ... natural element, too. că să zicem aşa." he's not talking about just without its cloaks. "i'm ... interested."
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“YOU ONE OF BLACKBEARD’S OR...?” lucius looks at the other, waving a hand dismissively. it’s not like the man can see him anyway — lucius has tried hard to make jim && frenchie notice him, but to no avail. it seems to just be ed. go figure. “look, i know the stripes are a pirate thing,” he gestures to his own water-logged shirt, “but this combo isn’t doing it for me, mate. pattern overload, here.” / @betelguide you are in my house (real)
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@ircnwrought asked: ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ (from Sybbie)
—- 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖑𝖞. not since he’s lead the deatheaters to her doorstep. every day is a new battle. teaching the family how to survive in ways they never could have imagined. it is a constant onslaught of questioning from both the family and himself.
the only constant he has is his sybil. his anchor in all of this, reminding him what he is fighting for and why he is here. he is here because he loves her like he has never loved before. he is fighting because she has inspired him to unlearn all of the hatred he was brought up with. fighting the deatheaters now with her by his side is like killing the man he used to be. it is rejuvenating really. he finds weights he never knew existed being lifted off with each step forward they take.
it has been difficult to leave downton, but they remind themselves daily it is not permanent. soon, they will reclaim their home.the large tent is comfortable enough, and he is happy it seems to give them much more privacy than the abbey. no prying eyes with this war.
they find themselves on watch together a lot of the time. it is the only chance they have to really talk these days.
“ it is not often i hear that sentiment, but i thank you nonetheless, “ looking out into the vast country fields and the sky littered in stars, he feels comfortable enough to look to her. the fire lights her face just enough where he can see the comforting glimmer in her eyes. “ i am used to people cowering before me instead of running to hug me like you do. it is a welcome change. “
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‘ faces are interesting, you know? ’ [from lucius, while drawing]
❝ They are! ❞
Antonia shifts her weight slightly, it had been a couple of months since she was out at sea and still she thinks she'll never get used to it, slowly she gets up from her seated position smoothing out her skirt before heading back up the deck.
❝ I would love to see your art someday. ❞
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Boss level energy, couldn’t expect any less from two KINGS
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@doctor-sailor-investigator
Lucius grinned at him, the man was honest and ballsy, he had to give him that. A slight nod at him as he let out a quiet laugh, “of course, I am aware you are interested in particular skill sets above anything else,” he answered. Granted whether that meant making a precise and well-executed hit on the competition or simply charming his way into a private circle for added funds, was really a toss up. Thankfully, Lucius was well versed in both. After all, it was his charm that got him started in this life. He had been fine being a right hand man until his boss backstabbed him then.. well, then he’d become competition which Lucius ran into the ground.
Coming from nothing and being treated like nothing until he became an adult and then being betrayed after he’d learned some new skills left Lucius more wary of who he did business with. He played it smart. And, in his experience, upfront people like Steve were either extremely solid bets or they tended to run into things without thinking them through and became a liability later on.
“My chemists are currently… occupied with another task, however, if you can provide an adequate starting point for them, I may be able to convince one or two to leave the project to their colleagues. However, I should disclose, they specialize in bio warfare and will likely test out said nerve toxins on my competition, to ensure they’ve done a thorough job with the ingredients, of course,” he informed him.
Lucius grinned at him, “they’ve yet to be discovered even on their trial runs. I assure you, they will remain discreet. After all, how else are we to make a successful partnership if there isn’t the guarantee of discretion on both ends?”
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her eyebrows raised, a somewhat cold expression was replaced with her typical lighthearted facade. the last time her sister’s husband communicated with her was in school, moments she wished she did not have to relive. andromeda recalled the moments she called muggleborns mudbloods ( and she found it ironic. she was married to one, befriended several, and she congratulated herself for her growth. ) his venomous tone was one she wasn’t a stranger to, she’s heard it all before. arms crossed, soon shifting to a defensive position.
❛ i will do as i please, lucius. does it bother you so much that i have asked a question ? ❜
she hated using a tone as such, but it was for defense. nothing more, nothing less.
lucius malfoy sent in : ❛ don’t ask me where i’ve been . ❜
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the original version of this felt really bland and i just couldn’t do alex dirty like that, even as a bastard avenger man, so i decided to go a bit wild with textures and the sort. anyways, to you i present -- bastard dad alexandros.
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lucius: my lord can you please give me your magical childhood diary
voldemort: to protect the piece of my soul in it?
lucius: yeeeeeees
lucius: actually opens the chamber of secrets and gets the piece of the dark lord’s soul killed in the process like a BOSS
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the tension, he thinks, could've been cut with a knife, but even here, even now, as his heart stabs itself in his chest, unbeating and dead, he finds a way to strangle it. the distance between them is so sickeningly minimal and though this is a position he oft is accustomed to, it scares and excites him, all the same, that if he leaned forward not even an inch ... it would be enough. and yet here he is, finger caught between both of their lips, stopping him in his tracks before @londonfallen been able to kiss him proper. for all his heart does not beat, his chest aches. it's so painful, quite honestly, a part of him wishes he could die right here.
"i don't ... kiss on the lips," his voice is quiet, murmured 'gainst the muffled sounds of the party that still rages on not even two doors down, hardly muffled at all with such dismal distance 'tween them and a veritable crowd. for as stern as his policy has always been, he's nearly humiliated to his core, then, that he sounds so lacking in confidence now. his stomach hurts, in knots, and he wonders if he's ever felt this embarrassed when he was alive. he can't remember.
suppose it doesn't matter, whether he humiliates himself in front of a client, or a god. he is, at the end of it all, nothing, and this would not be remembered.
"remember?"
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@kraxed / a haunting.
HE DOESN’T ENTER THE ROOM so much as appear ; an apparition, pale && sickly, the color of murk at the bottom of the sea, stands — or perhaps hovers is a better word — just behind blackbeard’s shoulder. he watches through mossy eyes for a minute as the captain finishes his conversation with izzy, && sits on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the knee. when the first mate takes his leave && blackbeard turns around, the ghostly visage offers a smirk && a four-fingered wave. ( after all — the dead don’t have wooden extremities. )
“i have to say, i don’t think i’ve ever seen dizzy izzy so DOCILE before. a testament to your wonderful leadership skills, i’m sure, captain, truly. i’m impressed.”
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@phieltatos asked: ❛ please don’t give up now. ❜ // andromeda
—-- 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. the engagement was only a few months prior and it seems they are being rushed into marriage. he has tried time and time again to reason with both his and her fathers to no avail. the marriage needs to be done now. he did not know why for a long time but finally, their house elf let it slip that abraxas is very ill and he is determined to see lucius be ready to take on the malfoy legacy. and that means, marriage.
the confrontation between father and son lasted for hours. lucius finds himself screaming at the elder malfoy until his throat is completely raw. he will fight for what his future wife wants. he will not cast her aside like abraxas had done to his mother. it is then a compromise is reached.
“ i am sorry. there is nothing more i can do. i promised we would get married in the next six months, but he will no longer be expecting an heir in the next year. at least . . . “ lucius swallows. “ my father is dying. i do not expect him to even survive until the wedding, love. all we are doing is just signing the paperwork. everything will be the same between us. it is just a new title between us, after all. “
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Tokyo Drift: An Odd Duck
Tokyo Drift: An Odd Duck
I have been asked by my taskmasters to present some of my work as a neophyte critic and to that end I present to you one of my first reviews intended entirely for the Internet. A certain website asked me some years ago to choose something in a film franchise which, ultimately, became the odd film out. My initial choice of Halloween III was already taken, as were my second and tertiary choices. I…
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if u think the malfoy greengrass family dinners are awkward u wouldn’t know the half of it
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