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#( tbt ~ lucius )
sunlessea · 3 months
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❝ were you always this pretty ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ — firesluci
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random dialogue prompts / @londonfallen
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... 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 ...
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"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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austerulous · 1 year
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whsprhouse · 2 years
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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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bloodpures · 2 years
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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.
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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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explosivedarling · 2 years
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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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tearsforfandomfeels · 4 years
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Boss level energy, couldn’t expect any less from two KINGS
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magiaesabiduria · 3 years
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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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consolationem-moved · 3 years
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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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malvidia · 5 years
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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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purecfblood-blog · 5 years
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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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sunlessea · 1 year
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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.
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"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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whsprhouse · 2 years
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@kraxed​     /     a haunting.
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             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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bloodpures-a · 2 years
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@phieltatos​ asked: ❛  please don’t give up now.  ❜ // andromeda
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—--   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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fictosphere · 3 years
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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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staarmaiden · 6 years
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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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