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kazeofthemagun · 3 months
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Continued from [ X ]
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What a peculiar mortal... or rather, something else.
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Watching a gory demise with the same nonchalance one would an actor in a theater. Make-believe blood, the gnashing of teeth as though a show meant to entertain children. But this was no such thing. Death scented the air now, and the silence hung heavy with pleas unanswered.
And so, the one-eyed gunslinger's own words remained seemingly just as unacknowledged.
Click. Clack. A snip-snap of jaws.
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The hounds, slender constructs of flesh and metal, continued their advance. Sword-tails and gun-mouths, two of each variety. Spreading out in wide arcs to encircle their prey.
And yet, their gait seemed to slow, as though uncertain of their violence. Weighing their options, weighing his words? Did they even understand speech? Or, rather... were they their own creatures, or perhaps puppets, moved by the shadowed mage's phantom strings?
An extension of the summoner, acting on his behalf. He heard the words, he simply chose not to answer. But the hounds stalled their assault nonetheless. An opportunity to make peace..? To offer further explanation? Time was ticking, and the dark Wind did not feel particularly gracious.
He still did not get what he came here for, after all. The hunt had been far too easy... a high value target was who he was after. A gunman with a hollow heart.
The rumors were certainly proven true. A crafty spark in his eye, an a callous indifference. There was danger in that man and a sly intelligence and the Hunter was not about to dismiss his Espers and risk disarming himself against a potential foe. His intel was scarcely wrong.
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"......" The gunmage's silence rang out as though a sound in its own right.
Was his inaction really a grace given to the other, when the beasts were already taking position behind his back? Would they not simply pounce and seize his throat mid-speech?
It seemed that the entire situation had become quite the gamble.
Act quickly.
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deathleadsarc · 1 year
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think im losing my mind a lil bit
@thefatalmarksman suggested: ♕ - beach / swimsuit B)
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sixba · 10 months
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“Why would you wanna do that with bedtime? An hour doesn’t sound like a whole lot...” 
@thefatalmarksman​
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perditos · 10 months
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Me: So, what if I told you that my Xion and @thefatalmarksman's Xigbar have a father-daughter relationship. You: Sure, Xion had tons of those relationships with lots of different muses. They're usually pretty wholesome and constructive for both characters. Me: ... Okay, but what if told you they also hate each other?
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valorxdrive · 11 months
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Finding that cloak etched with such a wicked future used as a means of defense, a protective shade to gather time from heavier thoughts, it left him speechless as it'd be underneath this very tree surrounded by a flowers crowned by the title of 'Forget Me not'. The future known as his past just couldn't truly bring itself to care right now.
Luxu from the time they spent has always been a reserved sort of guy. This he found fine, but to hear their nature feel apologetic tugged at the strings of his heart.
A warm hand would find itself settled upon their cloaked shoulder, briefly set as a look of understanding livens the hero's gaze. "Hey, it's new, being nervous when you never bumped into a moment like this is nothing to be sorry about. ..If anything, shouldn't I be a little honored?" It could look like a silly question on hindsight, but not one inch of gives credence to what could be considered an afterthought. Luxu's emotions were giving him a chance.
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Allowing that hand to raise, it was Sora's turn to be a touch bashful, not meaning to initiate that contact. His heart simply found itself led by that impulse to serve as a bridge of support, to give another pride in their braver steps.
"While you don't have to rush on one hand, I'd like to know more.. Well, about you. Things that make you happy or even irritate you on another day."
@thefatalmarksman from X
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tobebrutal · 1 year
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troy lets @thefatalmarksman finish, his nod at a slow-growing bob till a clucked tongue breaches the conversation and the motion stalls outright. " so what you're saying is you agree with me, right? " boots striking dull thuds atop more ammo than he'd cared to count, he leans back, thoughtful, " cause i mean, the alternative is not agreeing with me and that'd be lame as hell. even for you. " ♡
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voidreigned · 2 years
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@thefatalmarksman​ asked: [text] bro his name is “rickie” tf outta here with ur cough drop joke
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anxother · 2 years
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Sure, Xehanort had a spotty memory, but perhaps he could still appreciate one of Braig's patented pranks? One that involved all of the furniture in Xehanort's room moved slightly to the left while he had been away? Certainly it was nothing grandiose, but he had to keep the guy on his toes.
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He's 90% certain his room wasn't always like this. It's that 10% of doubt that nags at the back of his mind that maybe his memories aren't to be trusted. But he's relatively sure that the door didn't used to bang awkwardly into the desk like that, or that the bed wasn't blocking those drawers so that they still opened, but not quite enough for the contents to be easily accessed...
The way everything in the room had been adjusted slightly in one direction was subtle enough that it took an embarrassingly long time to figure out.
He was still trying to figure out why.
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knightfeared · 2 years
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◆  ━━  @thefatalmarksman  |  ??? comments:
╰►   ❝「  “Feisty one, eh? Not bad.” [[ for whichever horror fella you’re feeling from re au luxu :> ]]  」❞
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He keeps his sights sharp, steady, doing his best not to let any flicker of emotion cross his features as he searches for the voices source. Something about it gave him chills, an unease ripple of something that promised nothing good. And so, he followed that feeling, noting how it'd been rarely wrong before.
Gritting his teeth together, his gun raised and ready to fire, he takes a cautious step forwards.
"Who are you?"
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Probably wasn't a good idea to try chattering to the enemy, possible one anyways - but you never knew who you could and couldn't trust on missions. Swallowing down the tension that continues to thrum in the air like static, the silence extended through out the next few moments are all he can focus on.
He's on edge, more so at the carefree words the stranger had spoken than anything else. That kind of confidence, lack of any real fear when observing someone armed and foreign in their territory was... for lack of a better word, worrying.
Though they hadn’t made a move to kill or dispose of him just yet, so.. there was some hope they could be friendly. One could only hope, and in times like these, with odds so stacked against you, help was welcome no matter where it came from. He only hoped it didn’t come complete with a knife gliding along his spine.
Another reminder to stay alert.
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purus-lumen · 2 years
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“He acts like your dad.”  
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kazeofthemagun · 1 year
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[👀 @thefatalmarksman Sup Xiggy you smexy beast]
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[Smug fuck face 💜]
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deathleadsarc · 10 months
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@thefatalmarksman /s.c.
―  🜛  ―  " She's growing every day now. Bigger and bigger, Lulu. "     slender fingers spread wide in soft cradling of a growing orb  ―  warm orange in hue, pulsating at a steady rate, the brilliantly designed incubator settled upon a strong pedestal for the two to see. The soon-to-be-mother had been worrying herself sick with the childs oncoming entrance into the world, and thus, had not left the orbs side for days.
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     " How wonderful. Still, how frightening. I can't believe she's nearly here. "     she yawned hugely, continuing to 'pet' the orb in a constant, placating motion.     " We ought to think of names for her. Something modern? What do you think, Lulu? "
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d4rksymphony · 2 years
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@thefatalmarksman suggested: Frission
A delectable sweetness; nectar of the fruit which poured into delicate lips that hungered for the exquisite taste. A flavor which ignited the fever of his lust and desires. Far gone he was, as he couldn’t contemplate the present, nor the future, but only glimpses of forgotten sensations. A past revitalized as danger, fear, and passion bled into his veins as he drank. Piers cared not for the consequences of feeding on such an exotic and predacious beast such as he. All that mattered was the pleasure he instilled in him; like a high he couldn’t get enough of. One he missed for so long.
If Piers was of a more sound mind, he’d wonder how long this’ll all last before this one too, left him out in the cold like those before.
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shiroi---kumo · 10 months
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😳 from Xigbar, the raging pansexual, to the marshmallow boy and probably basically his entire family lbr
Send  😳 if your muse thinks mine is pretty || Accepting
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I put this together just for you! 👑🌫️☀️🌙☁️👑
Kumo will blush about it but Mistericans man they're just aesthetic
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perditos · 1 year
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Sent from @thefatalmarksman
“do you remember hitting your head?” here, have a concerned woof dad who totally isn’t actually concerned at all for his knife dotter while he has one arm slung about her back and the other hand pressed against her forehead, haha, jsjs.
She's standing on two stilts. Legs stiff and body tense as Xion bent forward at the waist. Her stomach turned over, flipping and flopping, and churning like she was about to regurgitate her breakfast. Xion swallowed, hard, tamping down the taste of bile and iron on her tongue. She reached for the wall, coarse concrete blocks rough under the scrapped skin of her palm and cold, numb fingers. What would Xigbar say?
Ah, yes, she felt like complete horse shit.
He stooped beside her, arm slung over her shoulders, supporting her by pressing his hip into hers so she could lean into him. Through the layers of coats and shirts, clothes damp from the subsided drizzle from that afternoon, he was warm. Skin warm, where at the moment she felt cold, like ice had crept up her throat and nipped at her chapped lips. She could taste the lingering magic, a dry and bitter mouthfeel like the bite of Xigbar's vodka laced orange juice.
Xion gathered spit in her mouth and spat. The spittle collected, marred with red blood on the puddle-stained pavement. Streaked with the iridescent blur of oil and dust. Reflecting a gray, overcast sky.
"I-I'm fine," Xion groaned, lying through her teeth. Her voice choked and hoarse, struggling to scratch the words out of her own lungs. She straightened, body and muscles protesting.
She let him collect her, pulling her towards his chest. An uncharacteristic protectiveness and closeness for them. When they held each other at arm's length, warded off by sarcasm and words drawled in flat affect. In the tight grip on her shoulder and the strain of his hands, digging into her coat, Xion understood that Xigbar had been worried.
"i don't remember what attacked me," Xion confessed. She smoothed her hand over her forehead, growling and teeth bared. "They're going to regret it."
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adversityfought-a · 2 years
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-`ˏ    @thefatalmarksman​  | LUXU   ˎ´-
→   What if Luxu wanted a kiss, huh?? What…… IF…???
(  First Five Asks Get A Kiss  |  ( 1 / 5 )   🗂  )
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Well... a deal was a deal.
Fucked up as it was  &  as unconventional as payment for helping him out of a tricky situation  -  it wasn't as dire or as dastardly as he'd initially thought it'd be. 'Just a kiss' had been requested in exchange for his help. Strange... but alright, fine  -  he was still thankful nonetheless that Luxu even bothered. At the very least, Chris lived yet another day  &  was able to complain about it afterwards.
With a rare moment to breathe found in a somewhat secluded area, he shouldn't be all that surprised that a need for payment was reminded of, turning to shoot the man a pointed look with a light squint as he presses his lips together a moment, pensively rolling over everything once more, searching through the options, the possibilities, all before he caves  &  just decides it was easier to comply then dig  &  waste anymore time.
Huffing, he shakes his head, but moves in close, doing his best to ignore the smug look crossing the man's face, the light glitter catching on the eerie but unique tone of his visible eye. A deal was a deal, but he didn't exactly specify just what kind of kiss he'd wanted so... a loophole had been found.
Chris was a man of his word after all  -  someone who kept what he'd promised. But in this kind of instance, he'd give as much as was promised  &  nothing more.
Tugging the other in to further close the remaining distance, he presses them chastely along the lightly quirked ones of the seemingly forever amused stranger, letting them linger a few moments before he draws back  &  away to grumble out a low 'there' before he moves away a step.
                                           ❝ Thanks, for the help back there. ❞
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