#Sanguine Sinner

[b4dposture]

Bill Skarsgård in the Swedish short film - Myskväll (Spending the night), 2007

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard photoshoot #billskarsgardedit #skarsgardedit #skarsgard bro #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #sanguine sinner #year: 2007 #swedish #film stills #film #cinema #smokin hot

[sanguinesinners]

|| Okay here we go, we are back. For my pouty, lanky Prince. Like this for a small starter from Roman Godfrey.

{responses will take a while as tonight may only be starter calls}

#Starter Call ; #;Roman Godfrey #Sanguine Sinner #V ; Main #V ; Single Father

[angiemaniac]

POV: Asking Sanguine to be your companion

Textless version of you sinners

Listen, he'd show his tatas.

#skyrim #tesblr #sanguine elder scrolls #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #my art #the elder scolls online #eso #tes #tes art #sanguine #daedric prince #dremora #tes 5 #tes v skyrim #tes v #daedra #esofam

[angelixrr]

hey, can i request a nsfw drabble with alastor and a bunnygirl reader with predator and prey? thank you!

yes ofc!! tysm for the request i really love getting them and i'm excited to get one so soon!! i really appreciate it love kisskiss mwah . tbh ikkk you said drabble. But it's kind of more of a ficlet. enjoyyy !!

alastor x bun!reader

cw for nsfw, noncon, fem!reader, predator/prey, blood, n references to vomit (reader doesn't puke tho)

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Running through the pride ring was no different than running through a forest. The streets twisted and turned like forest paths, and the shadowed alleyways resembled the brush shaded by trees. However, unlike the sereneness of the forest, where it was possible to know if you were followed, the loud atmosphere of the pride ring made it impossible to tell if someone followed you. No twigs snapped, no leaves rustled, and the chatter of sinners and demons alike disguised any sound that could clue you into wherever your predator was, and this terrified you. You were scared of the man chasing you; Alastor wasn’t like any other mortal man or sinner you had crossed. He stopped at nothing to have you in your clutches and wanted nothing more to ensnare you in his grasp, like a hunter hunting a poor little rabbit.

It was ironic, you thought. A sinner with deer traits could be such a daunting predator, but you couldn’t think more along these lines, because you knew he was hot on your trail ever since you ran away from him at the hotel. He was in your room, touching your things, your drawer wide open, while he held a pair of lacey panties, pants unbuckled to reveal his length as he rutted into the bundle of fabric. That was your last straw. Alastor had overstepped your boundaries previously; frequently, he would be too close to you, put his hands on you unexpectedly, and seemingly would sniff the air when you were around. But this was unacceptable. Tears had brimmed in your eyes when you ran away from the hotel, feeling invaded in a space that you thought could be your safe haven, but, with Alastor there, it couldn’t be. He was a wolf among sheep and had threatened you long enough. You needed time to decide what to do next and where to go. But most importantly, you needed to get away from Alastor.

After running for what felt like forever, you finally allowed yourself some rest, ducking into an alleyway. It wasn’t clean, by any means, but it was secluded enough to be considered safe from Alastor. Honestly, you would rather brave a random sinner than the overlord. The average crook was nothing compared to him. You heaved a sigh, trying to catch your breath from the running, crouching on the floor. Your sensitive bunny nose quickly picked up on the smell of blood, booze, and bile and scrunched up, but it was just something you’d have to deal with. Your rabbit ears twitch with each footstep that passes through the alleyway, and you dread hearing the sharp click of his heels against the pavement, but they didn’t come. You waited for what felt like an hour, and you finally felt safe. Allowing yourself to relax, you gingerly sit on the cleanest piece of pavement you could find and sink against the wall. You shut your eyes for what you were certain was just a moment, a mere few seconds, but when you opened them, you recoiled in shock.

Alastor was there. Leaning down, sanguine eyes glaring dead into your soul.

“Ah! Cher! I thought I almost lost you! You’re lucky I know the pride ring so well. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found you, dear.”

Your face contorts itself into shock and horror, your ears drop down to the sides of your head, and you glare at Alastor, shoving his face away from yours.

“Leave me alone, Alastor. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Alastor merely offers a hearty laugh as if you’d just told him the funniest joke of the century. He tilts your head up with his microphone, offering you a charming smile.

“Cher! Enough with this outburst! It’s unbecoming of a young lady such as yourself. You belong at the hotel, simple as that. It’s so much more unsafe out here, you know.”

Your gaze hardens, and you flip Alastor off.

“I said fuck off, you creep! Leave me alone! You’re a fucking freak for what you did, and you’re an even bigger freak for following me here! Crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and just die!”

You spit words venomously and scramble to get up, but you don’t get far before you feel the weight of Alastor slam into your back, sending you reeling to the floor. You smell blood; some of it is yours from your now-skinned knees. Squirming, you try to struggle against Alastor to the best of your abilities but can’t make much leeway. His lithe body was much stronger than it looked.

“Let me go, let me go! Whatever you want from me, you can find it somewhere else!”

Tears are streaming down your flush face, which Alastor delights in. He always thought you were so much prettier in distress. Even when the two of you spent nights at the bar, chatting while you had loosened up, your face flush and eyes lidded, you weren’t nearly as pretty then as you were now.

“Dearest, I just want to help you, but I can’t do that until I put a little bit of sense into your silly little brain. You will be coming back with me, you will be staying at the hotel, and you will start being the good little bunny I know you can be, alright?”

You don’t respond; your crying doesn’t permit it, but Alastor thinks that’s okay. Actually, he’d prefer it if you stayed like this. You talked back much less when you were in pain. Alastor’s hands find their way up your shirt and underneath your bra. He tugs on your nipples harshly, raking his nails over what skin he can get his claws on and leaving blood to pool in their wake. Your wails have subsided to sniffles now, seemingly accepting of your fate. Alastor revels in this; the moment prey becomes docile, understanding its place in the world to be devoured was his favorite. With your newfound submission, Alastor strips you of your bottoms and pulls your panties down to your knees.

The location was not optimal, but he didn’t fancy dragging you back screaming and crying to teach you a lesson. Charlie and the rest of the residents would catch on to his actions. No, he needed to teach you a lesson now. Unzipping his slacks, Alastor pulls out his cock, giving himself a few strokes to spread his precum across his length; he thought that was all the prep you deserved. Holding your head to the floor, Alastor slowly pushes his length into your pussy, ears folded as his face contorts in pleasure. He was glad you couldn’t see him like this; he hated losing his composure. Alastor gave you just a moment to adjust to his length, but afterward, he began thrusting with reckless abandon. You cry out. His cock stretching you out hurt, but being fucked so roughly with such little prep hurt worse. Pleasure and pain molded together, the sensation of him stretching you out, hitting against your cervix as he pounded you, combined with the sensation of blood dripping down your skin from the scratches. You whimper and sob, but mixed between your noises of stress and pain, and you can’t help but cry out in pleasure. It hurt, but it felt good. A paradoxical cocktail of your emotional and physical suffering with pleasure poured over you, and you had lost yourself to it. With each thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and you try to grab at anything for purchase, but Alastor doesn’t let you. He merely yanks at your bunny ears, pulling you back on his dick.

“Fuuck, Alastor, fuck, stop, please. I don’t want this. It hurts.”

You attempt to tell him to try and save your pride, but it does nothing to deter him. If anything, it only turns him on more, causing him to thrust against you deeper, wanting you to come undone on him. He could feel you tightening up, squirming against him. He wanted you to realize your place as a dumb bunny cocksleeve. You can no longer hear static when he speaks, just his raw voice, occasionally letting out a muffled moan or grunt. From the heavy panting behind you, you can only guess he’s close as well. With a particularly rough thrust, combined with his hand coming down to rub at your clit, Alastor makes you cream around his length, and you practically go limp from such a hard orgasm. Alastor uses your body like a sex doll, thrusting into your cunt until you feel him cum inside you. At this point, you’re beyond exhausted and don’t resist, merely dropping to the floor when Alastor pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs and onto the concrete. Alastor quickly fixes himself, tucking his cock back into his pants, and pockets your panties. In addition, he slips on your bottoms, picks you up, and teleports the two of you back to the hotel, to his room. He didn’t want another incident like last time, so he figured if he just kept you here, he wouldn’t have to steal your panties again; he could indulge in the real thing: his favorite little bunny.

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

[darksideofthemultiverse]

tag dump Martin 1/ ?

#emperor of tamriel (Martin-Main verse) #Indulgent sinner of the 3rd (Hell verse) #Priest of Akatosh (Pre-war verse) #Sanguine favorite champion (Deadric cult verse) #Musings of a dragon born (Martin musings) #reflection of a dragon born (Visage-Martin)

[oblivionloading]

Sanguine is the Daedric Prince of debauchery, revelry, drinking, and the patron deity of sinners. He is also the reason we are now five thousand Septims in debt after my time at the bar last night.

#The Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls #tesblr #oblivion

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨���𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

( YOU CANNOT FOLLOW THE DEAD / BUT YOU CAN FOLLOW A LEGEND UNTIL IT STAINS YOU. )

chara : ais fandom : touchstarved quote cr : sally wen mao

── THE CHOIR ONCE SANG :

ACT ONE : DRINK FROM THE WELL / CONSUME THE ICHOR / FEEL IT DRIP DOWN YOUR CHIN, POOL IN THE HOLLOWS OF RUIN, AND CONSUME YOUR BLOOD. IN YOUR VEINS THE ROT DECAYS / HOLINESS REVIVED AND RAVAGED / AND YOU WILL BE ONE AND YOU WILL BE MANY.

ACT TWO : DRINK FROM THE WELL. CONSUME THE ICHOR. RELEASE THIS CURSE AND SURRENDER THE MIND, BUT YOU'LL STILL SUFFER IN THE END, AND YOU'LL STILL BE SOME KIND OF DEAD, ANYWAY.

── AND SO YOU WHISPERED : you'll still be some kind of dead, anyway, but you won't be yourself, so what does it matter?

( IT DOESN'T MATTER ; YOUR HANDS NO LONGER AFFLICTED WITH VIOLENCE, MIND A BLANK SLATE.

NONE OF THIS MATTERS, SO WHY DOES YOUR REFLECTION IN THE DEEP RED HOLD SUCH A DEVASTATION? )

── BUT SOMEONE IN THE CHORUS WATCHES, SILENT, FEELS THE MANY EYES OF A SOULLESS AND WICKED BEAST. OH, DEAREST TRAGEDY, HOW THEY PITY YOU SO :

you are not meant for the seaspring : this decrepit, vast emptiness. the endless bloodied waters, murky and thick with sin and the groupmind of sinner and saint. what lingers under crimson eyes and crimson gazes is akin to a vessel of truth and madness, a converged consciousness of craze. you are not meant for such self-destruction, even if your past and terror you have invoked on others deems you so.

ais finds you here too often ; your presence always known and understood. the sight is a familiar one nowadays, neither comforting nor alarming. your worn body sits so still before the red lake, gaze twisted into something of lament and contemplation. how melancholic this scene is : it reminds him of a false deity, this setting -- a lost lamb in the midst of judgement, a sanguine altar, and the musing of salvation over sacrifice.

something echoes in his mind, speaks through riddled tongues, but he understands. you could lose yourself here so easily -- a simple push, a drowning guised as purification. too easily, ais thinks, and the higher being that resides in his mind laughs and laughs and laughs, slaughter under means of sanctification the highest form of cruelty.

ais inhales deeply, rids himself of such venomous thoughts. his coexistence with another is a curse in itself, but the violence in his blood is his and his alone ; he will not subject you to it.

an echo of approaching footsteps. you recognize it, know it to be the devil himself, but the fear that was once in your heart has faded now, changed into something of unspoken fondness. he sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder, and you almost smile, knowing it is a silent teasing. there is far too much emptiness in a place once filled with old comrades gone missing ; such little distance between your bodies is entirely unnecessary.

you stay, anyway.

"you'll think your pretty little head off, sparrow. still wondering if it's worth it?"

the seaspring seems to come to life at the sound of his voice. a ripple, seemingly small, then a sequence, a disruption of the flow, a violent wave crashing against another in a mere second. you blink. nothing. a single ripple, silent. alive.

"always wondering." you murmur, brows knit in slight confusion. you fail to see ais smirk at your bewildered expression, but it quickly falls, turns into something somber. "you told me that i survived this far, got away with this for so long--" you look at your bandaged hand, watch how it trembles ever so slightly. the words turn into something incohesive, something so horribly hard to speak that they lodge themselves in your throat, make you feel like a fool.

"you're still wondering."

you swallow. something hurts.

"yeah."

and you wish he would talk you out of it, tell you that there's another way, that you shouldn't give up hope yet. but he doesn't, because no matter the choice, he'll respect it. whether friend or foe, lover or enemy, no matter whether you give yourself up or save yourself through other means, ais won't stop you. he won't intervene because he knows the seaspring by heart and he knows you by heart.

this is not his story.

( he silently hopes that you don't give in, make the same mistakes he once did. he begs, pleads, but he's too prideful, too cold and warm all the same. this is not his story to tell and this is not his choice, so he'll stay by you, close and too far, and he'll wait and watch. )

no one speaks, but that's okay. there are no words to be said, but there's still something that threatens to choke you, weaves itself into your skin and wraps around your throat. maybe you are choking on the tale of this calamity they call your existence. maybe you are choking on the guilt of all you have harmed. maybe you are choking on your death.

you tilt your head back, breathe deep. your eyes sting. ais watches you fall apart, little by little, but he cannot fix you. he knows that. you both do. neither of you will try, anyway. that's not how the story is supposed to go. tragedies become tragedies and stay that way; no loss if there is nothing to lose.

something is choking you. it's hard to breathe, hard to see. your eyes still sting, so you look down, because it's better that he doesn't see the tears you will endlessly shed in the realization that you were born into a death you cannot escape.

you look down, refuse to look anywhere else, and that's alright. ais makes sure he's in your view, reaches his hand out, palm up, and offers himself to you. he doesn't say anything at first, doesn't feel the need to until he sees your shoulders tense. bandages or not, there is always a risk, always a chance that something could go wrong. your lips part to speak, protest, heart beating too quickly in both fear and wanting, but he reads you loud and clear.

"it won't hurt me, sparrow. your bite did more damage."

you look up for the first time in minutes, catch sight of his lazy smirk. there's something so incredibly gentle about it that it makes you defenseless, so hopeless and hopeful, and you do not know what to make of it. you both lie in wait, one in the calm, one in frenzy, but neither knows which feeling they drown in, and neither of you dare to dwell on it.

slowly, carefully, you place your bandaged hand on his, and it shakes so violently that you almost think to pull away, but he squeezes your hand with such a softness that you could never imagine him capable of.

something is choking you. it's hard to breathe. your eyes sting, but this time it's different. better. this time it's something of relief, something of starvation, something of love unspoken. you cry even harder, but he says nothing, only squeezes your hand, once, twice, five times, and in those gestures is a don't go. stay with me.

( but you don't know this-- you never will, he thinks, because he has lost everyone he's ever known, ever cared about, and even the devil cannot stop the evils of the earth, even if he has become an evil himself. )

#touchstarved #touchstarved x reader #ais #ais x reader #ais touchstarved #me: i am going to write smth short and sweet for this little guy #also me: i am going to write smth so obscure . #oughg........ when i write obscurely its so much easier and freeing but im also like Oh Man I Sure Hope This Makes sense #but i like how it turned out and i love him forever . i will starve for the next 2 yrs #.: writing

[revenant-coining]

1st Person Pronouns

Last Updated: 10/6/22

[s] = singular, [p] = plural if specified

Common:

I/me/my/mine/myself

We/us/our/ours/ourself or ourselves

Non-Themed:

Æ/læ/ly/lyne/læself

A/ae/ay/aine/a(y)self

Am/am/ams/ams/amself

Be/am/is/is/amself

Ci/cm/cy/cine/cyself [s]

Chen/Chen/chenge/chenge/chengei

Dht/dhe/dhi/dhine/dhtself

E/em/ey/eine/e(i)slef

E/le/ei/eine/eiself

Er/er/erde/erde/er

I/ie/iy/iyne/iself

I&/me&/my&/mine&/my&self

J/je/jy/jine/jyself

L/le/ly/lyne/lself

O/oe/oy/oyne/o(y)self

Oi/oi/oi/oi/oizigei

One/one/one/ones/oneself

O/ng/ngo/ngode/ngoself

Ne/nuis/nur/nurs/nurselves or nurself [p]

Nit/vunce/vuns/vuns/vunselves or vunself [p]

Phy/phi/phiy/phyne/phyself

Si/sey/sy/sine/syselves or syself [p] [intended for systems, not exclusive]

T/te/ty/tyne/tself

U(r)/ue/uy/uine/u(r)self

Vi/ve/vy/vene/vyself

Wit/unce/uns/uns/unselves or unself [p]

Wei/muis/muir/muirs/muirselves or muirself

Wu/wo/wen/wen/wogai

X/xe/xy/xine/xyself

Xi/xe/xy/xyne/xyself

Xu/xie/xuer/xier/xun

Y/ye/yi/yine/yself

Zhen/zhen/zhende/zhende/zhen

Themed: themes in brackets, [like this]

An/ant/antl/antlen/antlerself [antler]

​Cer/cerv/cyn/cervine/cerviniself [cervine]

Claw/claw/claws/claws/clawself [claw]

Co/coi/coin/coine/coinself [coin]

Cor/cors/corni/cornis/corniself [cornibus]

Dai/daim/daim/dais/daiself [demon]

Da/dae/daem/daine/daemself [daemon]

De/dec/decay/decays/decayself [decay]

Di/rays/dior/diors/diorself [radiation] [p]

Ea/lea/leafs/leavs/leafself [leaf]

Eye/eye/meye/meyen/meyself [eye]

Fa/fall/fallen/falline/fallenself [fallen]

Fae/fae/faes/faer/faeself [fae]

Fae/faer/faen/faens/faeself [fae]

Fa/fang/fangs/fangs/fangeself [fang]

Fai/fairy/fair/fairs/fairyself [fairy]

Fel/fle/flesh/fleshs/fleshself [flesh]

Go/gor/gore/gores/goreself [gore]

Haz/haz/hazar/hazars/hazardself [hazard]

Hex/hex/hexx/hexx/hexxelf [hex]

Ho/hor/horn/hoine/horself [horn?]

Jinx/jinx/jinxx/jinxx/jinxxelf [jinx]

Kei/kein/keiy/keine/keinself [kenochoric?]

Ki/kit/kitty/kine/kittyself [kitty]

Li/le/lix/light/lightself [light]

Li/min/nal/limin/(limi)nalself [liminal]

Mag/magi/magic/magis/magicself [magic]

Meow/meow/meows/meows/meowself [meow]

Peb/pebb/pebble/pebbles/pebbleself [pebble]

Pie/ma/pies/mags/magpieself [magpie]

Pix/pixie/pixx/pixx/pix(x)self [pixie]

Phy/phi/phiy/phyn/phyself [phylum]

Rai/rain/rai/rains/rainy [rain]

Rat/rat/rats/rats/ratself [rat]

Ray/di/dy/rad/dyself [radiation] [s]

Rei/rod/rodent/rodent/rodentself [rodent]

Riv/river/rivers/rivers/riverself [river]

Sa/san/sang/sangs/sanguiself [sanguine]

Sli/me/smy/slime/smyself [slime]

Sli/slim/slime/sline/slimeself [slime]

Si/sin/sinner/sine/sinself [sin]

Si/spe/spi/spir/spirself [spir]

Spell/spell/spells/spells/spellself [spell]

​Sta/ste/steig/stein/stagself [stag]

Squi/squid/squids/squids/squidself [squid]

Ta/tai/tail/tails/tailself

Twig/twig/twigg/twiggs/twigself [twig]

Un/un/uncan/uncans/uncannyself [uncanny]

x/x/xs/xs/xself [x]

██/██/██s/██s/██self

☣/☣/☣s/☣s/☣self

#neopronouns #1st person neopronouns #first person pronoun #first person neopronouns #1stp pronouns #1pp #fpp #🪼 creations #category: lists #category: pronoun lists

[hannah-the-small]

@licentious-sanguinity​

continued from x 

Fifteen minutes passed and the imp in question finally arrived. She wore a comfortable jumper dress and leggings to protect against the cooler air... and likely to keep her comfortable as her scent made it clear what was going on.

The demons who were more sensitive to such a thing turned their heads, eyes staring at her as she stepped over and climbed onto a stool beside the sinner turned succubus.

“Thanks for showing. I don’t often do this, more used to people seeking me out.” Clem admitted, a nervousness there. She was taking a risk, a gamble. Being outside in her state right now wasn’t a good idea, but the hotel wasn’t a good place to ask him to meet and she hadn’t rented a room somewhere else without knowing if he’d actually come. She needed a drink for the nerves so ordered one of her own, soon downing it as her claws tapped anxiously on the wooden surface. “Don’t take this the wrong way Pent, I appreciate your offer. But I know your time is money so... how much to borrow you and your expertise for a couple of days?” Ideally she’d of preferred until the end of her heat, but she didn’t want to push it. A couple of days would get her through the worst of it.

Clem didn’t like to show this kind of weakness in public, but she had very little choice.

#ClemtheImp #hazbin!verse #licentious-sanguinity

[b4dposture]

Bill Skarsgard publicity shot

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard photoshoot #skarsgard bro #celebrities #roman godfrey #sanguine sinner #hemlock grove #smokin hot #so fuckable #fucking hell

[sanguinesinners]

Roman! :3 a super shy submissive partner, or a cocky dom partner?

“Pfft, why not Both?”

#Roman Godfrey answered #Sanguine Sinner #{shut up and kiss me 💋} #//He’s a greedy ass dickhead xD

[roseoftrafalgar]

"I am rather curious, how do you grow so many beautiful and sharp thorns? Do you feed the roses anything... special?"

Sit down and have some tea, your Majesty of Curses, for it is a long story 🥀

Envision yourself in a delicate winter scene, where frost preserves half-withered roses and frigid ice renders rows of mourning statues and gravestones almost crystalline. An ambient sanguinity dusts the landscape, with October’s Hunter’s Moon observing the world below from it’s throne in the night sky. Six feet under a particular grave with an obscured name, laid a raven-haired girl nailed to her casket with silver stakes through her wrists, her ankles, her throat, and her heart, almost as if whomever buried her feared some imaginary monstrosity.

But you see…in life, she was simply a girl driven by a penchant for learning and a search for a true, fulfilled, promise. She thought she could perhaps be accepted by her peers, if she helped those around her by being resourceful and pouring her heart into items that came her way. However, you know quite well the ambiguous ‘boundary’ of acceptable knowledge and how trespassing that boundary can transform into a card used against one in a game of manipulation. The girl was told she’d be rewarded for her knowledge and efforts in achieving a certain accolade, but the moment she entered the main ceremonial hall, believing she’ll finally find acceptance…she walked into her own funerary trial. She was a moth drawn to the beckoning light of promises…and burned, with the heart she poured out, stamped on. The briars that sewn their way into her bones absorbed the acrimony steeped in her being during her last breath. Who knew that such a deafening thirst for vengeance—for some semblance of proper requiem—would afford a once wretched being a second life in a more…merciful…form of damnation?

I am not supposed to exist, but for some reason, the roses decided to revive me. They feed on the blood of unrepentant sinners who apologetically cause atrocities to pile upon endless transgressions, and my thorns are ever-so sharp from the shattered dreams of those who never saw justice, alongside my own enduring “rancor,” as a few of my Netherworld associates put it.

(chuckles) After all, how else am I to bring despicable beings to their knees if my thorns cannot pierce through their hubris or run through their corrupted heart, like a needle to cloth, to tear out their true selves for them to face? But, my roses also like to sip on the dew of freshly conjured dreams and they delight in the sighs of embroidered hearts from the workshop I co-run in the Netherworld.

#ask the duchess #duchess of thorns #halloween persona #oc persona #tw: dark themes #tw: dark content #gothic #askbox

[limbusabnormalitycodex]

Artery Event (Floor 2)

>Cut open the artery. (Proceed to the next choice prompt)

"This is much tougher than I expected..." The artery appeared much sturdier than we had initially assumed. Cutting it open with a single strike won't be an easy task... But if we delay too much here, we won't be able to arrive at the rendezvous area in time.

Check Passed [Sinner] slowed their breathing and steadied their poise... "Ooh!" ... Before striking the artery, slicing it clean open. "Sanguine fluid gushes at a terrifying rate." As bloodflow from the opening begins to slow, the path begins to open... Let's make our way to the heart.

All Allies healed for 10 SP.

Check Failed [Heathcliff] struck the artery with all their might, but... "Just a little gash, huh..." ... Failed to slice it open. "We don't have time for this...!" Flustered, [Sinner] began repeatedly slamming their weapon into the artery, trying to hack it open... Luckily, we were able to cut open the artery in time. But this clearly left [Sinner] exhausted from the effort. "Sanguine fluid gushes out at a terrifying rate." As bloodflow from the opening begins to slow, the path begins to open... Let's make our way to the heart.

The Selected Identity took 20 HP Damage!

#canto v the evil defining #canto v dungeon #unassociated event

[swordcoasted-arc]

* 𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑  asked for a starter.  STRAHD & NESTA.  ( based off of swordcoasted's nesta d'angelis playlist. )  HEAVEN SAYS - GAMEPLAYAH.

HEAVEN SAYS ,  " YOU ARE IN DANGER. "  the bloody fingertips, the carnage around her - as nesta returns from this vision of viscera, she looks up, on her hands and knees in front of a grand staircase. her gaze rises, up, up, up, like the heat in the room. crimson of sanguine fury and crimson of archaic tapestry blend into several forms in her mind, and all of it smells too heavy of iron and sulfur. iron. sulfur. just as she has known all this time, just as she has ever been. the warring forces in her mind clash once more, and she cries out, bloodstained hands staining pearl-white hair.

the creature above her is more powerful and dangerous than she knows how to deal with. he is like the elders of her people, elongated in age but expontenially in wisdom. they are dangerous people to be around, insatiable and demanding more and more of those who have come after. she rises to her feet, not trembling, instead summoning her rapier to her hand again. she must have answers. she must know what is happening to her.

NOW SPELL ANSWER.    ( F-R-E-E-D-O-M. )   WRONG, TRY AGAIN: NOW SPELL MANKIND.    ( D-I-S-E-A-S-E. )    WRONG, TRY AGAIN: NOW SPELL ANSWER.    ( V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E. )   WRONG, TRY AGAIN: NOW SPELL SINNER.   ( F-R-I-E-N-D-S. )

WRONG : THE CORRECT ANSWER IS [ Y O U . ]

" what happened to me? " she calls up to the vampiric lord, gripping the weapon. " WHAT HAVE I DONE? " / @dweomerr

#this song is integral to nesta's story so i was SOOOO happy when i rolled it on my randomizer. i'm sorry if this is long #tldr nesta went into a murder frenzy looking for answers for her madness / dark urge / whatever #ends up on strahd's doorstep. you know #like a normal person #n001. ━━ 🗡 ⮞ my god is the god of death and he demands sacrifice. / int. #dweomerr #005. ━━ 🗡 ⮞ queue.

[vague-velleity]

"Murder On The Sidewalk"

buckle up, this is a long one

Murder on the sidewalk, Eating out my heart; Sweet and sickly flavors, Salty, bitter, tart. Murder on the sidewalk, Smelling of decay; Bringing out the sinners, Watching as they prey.

Murder on the sidewalk, Vicious vanes of black; Sanguine stores of strata, Taunting, talking back. Murder on the sidewalk, Striking choral chords; Sweet and soft confessors, Turning to their hordes.

Murder on the sidewalk, Patience running dry; Marring names of demons, Daring to defy. Murder on the sidewalk, Sycophancy's bane; Starting revolutions, Relishing their wane.

Murder on the sidewalk, Eating out my heart; Sweet and sickly flavors, Salty, bitter, tart. Murder on the sidewalk, Smelling of decay; Bringing out the sinners, Watching as they pay.

told you lol

been sitting on this for... *checks calendar* ...at least a year(?)

whoops lol

#poem #poetry #long poetry #long poem

[elisethetraveller]

🎶✨ When you get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers ✨🎶

Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer

Revolting Children from Mathilda the Musical

I wanna be your Slave by Måneskin

Sinners by Barn Courtney

Danse Macabre by Tempus Quartet

Tagged by; @misstantabismuses & @independentzaun (thank you, you two!!)

Tagging; @arkhampsych , @who-is-muses , @masquenoire , @ratctchr , @riddlethat & @sanguine-salvation

#ooc #tag meme #//listen my music taste is all over the place xD