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historylived · 1 year
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@mortuam spoke : ❝ being alive is exhausting ❞
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( ⏳ ) ❝ Is   that   what   you   think,   mate? ❞      he   gives   the   man   a   good   look,   from   his   posh   clothes   to   his   piercing   blue   eyes.   There's   a   story   in   that   phrase,   one   that   Hob   is   intrigued   by. He offers him a drink.      ❝ Tell   me...   what   makes   it   so   exhausting? ❞
HEAVY HEARTED STARTERS ( accepting )
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korinthiakos · 1 year
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ONE-LINER STARTER CALL. ( ACCEPTING !! )
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"You're an interesting one, ain't you? You feel different."
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aquariusvibes-arch · 1 year
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@mortuam    ♡
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        "Come  on  -  you  can't  be  all  fire  and  like,  brimstone.  Play  with  me!"
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savagecuhnt · 2 years
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@mortuam liked for a starter
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   black heels click against marble flooring as she makes her way into the dimly lit restaurant. Cellphone screen glows in hand as she makes her way to the bar. Glacial orbs narrow, studying the few that sit alone. she makes her way to one, wine painted lips pulling up at their corners, “are you necronomnomnom666?” she says it with such a straight face, yet she fights the urge to laugh at the username she just spoke aloud. She hopes to whatever god is listening that this was the man she was here to see, for the embarrassment to have to repeat that name was enough to just turn on her heels and leave. “If you’re not, I’m so sorry you had to hear me ask that, I swear I’m not that much of a weirdo.”
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bloodused · 2 years
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eyes  widened  when  tatia  heard  familair  footsteps  approaching.  could  it  be?  no  it  was  not  possible.            tatia  moved  herself  into  the  shadows,  shielding  herself  from  what  might  be  danger.  if  it  was  him  she  knew  she  wouldn’t  be  in  danger,  but  what  if  it  wasn’t  him?  a  deep  sigh  almost  escaped  her  lips,  so  she  quickly  moved  her  hand  up  her  face  and  placed  it  over  her  mouth.                        the  air  filled  a  familair  scent,  and  that  was  the  moment  she  knew.  tatia  moved  out  of  the  shadows,  wanting  to  see  it  with  her  own  eyes.                      ‘’  damon.  ‘’  it  was  a  whisper,  because  to  be  honest,  tatia  couldn’t  believe  it  was  him.
@mortuam​   → starter
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rulestill-arch · 2 years
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@mortuam​​     asked     :  “ You’re overreacting, as usual. ”
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     a  surprisingly  felt  laughter  coming  from  the  hybrid ,  the  BIG  BAD  wasn’t  without  friends  even  if  only  a  few  of  them  scattered  around .  “  you’ve  known  me  long  enough  to  know  i  don’t  OVERREACT ,  damon  --  however  i  do  very  much  like  to  be  one  step  ahead  always .  ”
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rgerzaa · 2 years
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it   did   .   but   steve   wasn’t   going   to   blur   it   out   like   that   .   not   when   feelings   were   involved   already   .   ON   HIS   SIDE   AT   LEAST   .   he   wasn’t   so   sure   about   damon   .   wasn’t   sure   he   could   feel   anything   at   all   which   ,   in   itself   ,   felt   like   he   was   wronging   the   other   man   .   “   hm   ...   “   captain   offers   a   gentle   smile   .   delicately   dancing   around   the   obvious   .   “   i   didn’t   expect   that   kiss   if   that   is   what   you   mean   .   does   it   feel   random   to   you   ?   “   and   he   hates   that   ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ   ˢᵒ   ᵐᵘᶜʰ   ʰᵒᵖᵉ   ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ   in   his   tone   .   silently   begging   the   other   man   for   a   sign   .   one   he’d   been   denied   since   these   situations   kept   occurring   .
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@mortuam​   sent:   “   does   any   of   this   feel   random   to   you   ?   “
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lem0nsheadz · 2 years
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“ got another one for ya, doc. ” the black bag drops with the deafening sound of meat slapping against the fake tile. crooked smile splitting as she pops her gum, bright edge eyes watching him with that innocent malevolence of a kid who pulls the wings off butterflies. “ he’s even in one piece this time. ”
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                                      @mortuam​  [ starter call ]
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timerevolt · 2 years
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@mortuam​   ⋇  『 plotted starter 』
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             ⋇        ║  Damien  reminded  Lulu  of  Death;  a  fellow  Pillar.  Not  only  were  their  powers  similar  –  but  so  were  their  auras.  Perhaps  that  was  why  she  felt  attracted  to  him,  like  a  magnet.  In  some  strange  way;  despite  being  a  bit  standoffish  at  times,  he  felt  familiar.  Casually  she  draped  herself  across  his  lap  and  snatched  the  cigarette  from  his  lips.  With  a  sly  grin  she  brought  the  cigarette  to  her  lips,  and  inhaled.  For  a  moment  she  let  the  smoke  settle  in  her  lungs  as  she  looked  at  him  with  her  doe  –  eyes.    “So  what’cha  like  –  up  to?  Seem  all  lonely  here  by  yourself…”    Cigarette  hung  from  her  lips  as  she  straightened  out  his  tie.
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desanguined · 2 years
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             @mortuam​      //    starter
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                THE MORGUE IS COLD ... familiar. this place where first he learned the making of a man.  his interior., the where & the how : where to place the blade to wound, where to kill, where he would feel and where he would not. it was here Luke first saw more than the brutal, than the blood, but the POTENTIAL. the body a canvas which could be shaped, changed, made to speak to that thing that held the whole of him.
he must appreciate the artistry. watch the quiet surety with which his focus, his prey as the man might have been in another life, works over the body of a thing long dead. abandoned.
        but alas, all things must come to an end, and he is not here to play.
angular, stretched to impossible degrees by shadows, he heavies once silent footfalls to signal this intrusion, a kindness he is rare to give, as the pale man slips the mask that blocked his grin down to rest upon the edge of a sharp edged chin. “ Please, don’t let me stop you.”
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laughingmagi · 2 years
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       “Y’twat. This is Infernal Latin. Y’can expect the price t’go up f’this.”
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ebonyforged · 2 years
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@mortuam​​: If it sounds difficult and complicated, it’s only because it is. || Dirty Jobs sentence starters
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“Oh, so you’re not insinuating that I’m too stupid to get it? I’m almost pleasantly surprised by that, almost.” This is all far beyond her, much too obscure and nuanced. She concerns herself with the matter of Limbo and its currently ruler, mostly, dabbles with some other Demons on the side when the situation calls for it. What she doesn’t do is seek power beyond what she’s got, that’s something easily left up to Mundus. “You know, I already didn’t like doctors, but this brings it to a whole new level.”
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drkroots-a · 2 years
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@mortuam​ said: ❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞ Blaez
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               With hands resting on hips, she just looked at the other in response to his words. “And on top of that, I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and assume you’re not one for fate or destiny?” Well, to be fair, it wasn’t something she entirely believed in either. “Well, if it’s anything, I like who I am. Who I’ve made myself be.” Lips pressed together in a brief moment of silence. “How about you?”
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sookiestackhcuse · 11 days
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✞ ───── Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours. | @mortuam
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Delicate fingertips dragged along the length of his arm until stopping at his shoulder, drifting away only to reconnect at the sharp curve of his jawline. Sometimes she still found herself nervous around the necromancer, a flutter in her chest while she quietly anticipated her next move. There was something about him so alluring; she thought back to the essence of light inside of her, inside of every faerie, and how that light was attracted to darkness. What he was capable of, it was dark magic, wasn't it? Whether her feelings were brought on by this magnetic pull of nature or something else organic, she wasn't sure, and it wasn't stopping her from wanting him.
Inches of space between them shattered as she leaned in and kissed him. The warmth of his lips caused her cheeks to flush dark pink but she didn't care how flustered she looked, not now. She pulled away from him for a brief second, only to capture his lips again, stealing away one more kiss.
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@mortuam inquired: ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ⤷ Accepting!!
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“Yeah you did. Oh well, it was inevitably a high probability that your betrayal against me was imminent.” Wanda could only shrug, she kept her expression and her tone unemotional, she had hoped her indifference masked her rage. She would be lying, if she said that she didn’t view Damon as a close ally and even somewhat of a confidant, despite the immortal necromancer’s insistence on her to not trust him. It was proof to never trust any person who came from powerful occult clan.
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