Dec 13, 2018
@cederenscio // STARTER CALL.
“It is both a BLESSING and a CURSE to have ‘Work, Bitch’ by Britney Spears, which has a BPM of 128, playing in my head at all times.”
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@cederenscio // STARTER CALL.
“It is both a BLESSING and a CURSE to have ‘Work, Bitch’ by Britney Spears, which has a BPM of 128, playing in my head at all times.”
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cederenscio replied to your post: –I mean, I either got in a fight or took a tumble...
It truly amazes me how you’ve managed to survive all these years despite your supposed immortality.
Could say the same for you. [....] Here’s hoping third time’s the charm, campfire-boy.
Dragon’s Bane (Closed AU)
@cederenscio Armoured wings stretched out through the cold air as curved talons dragged through clouds just below. The dragon was soaring high over rolling hills with dark jets of smoke streaming from his maw as he looked down at the expanse below. Pitch black scales gleamed in the sunlight as he turned and evened out into a steady glide. For weeks now he had been leaving his lair and all the precious metals and gems within it to attempt to gather more. There was never enough to satisfy it seemed. Any object with a glitter was something that he would wish to snatch. Fire drakes were well known for their violent outbursts and gathering of gold to some unknowable purpose and though he tried to fight the urge, it always returned to him. It never helped when people sought him out to slay him either. Many challengers had tried to approach the onyx dragon over the years. Almost always they would have at least something shiny on their person. All of a sudden, the beast caught a glint out of the corner of a vividly red eye. Staring down, he spotted a carriage, with an entourage. Oh yes, he knew what those meant. Some human must be inside, hoarding away all their little shiny trinkets as they often did. Snarling in the back of his throat, he pivoted in the air to sharply turn. The carriage was at the edge of the woods and it had a few guards. They would be easily dispatched he would think. Hopefully it would not be necessary to kill them but he would see. Flame broiled low in his chest. No, that would not do. Breathing fire might melt anything he wished to gather. Soaring down, he eventually landed right in from of the carriage with a tremendous ‘boom’ that shook the Earth.
medieval au starter for @cederenscio !!!
The name Black Cat was one echoed across the blackest of markets in the Northern Kingdom, and it struck fear into the hearts of the lowest of the low. Her name wasn’t really Black Cat, of course, but Natallia. Last name, Unknown.
She was one of the most skilled assassins of her time, and had made a name for herself by the age of 20. Now in her mid-20s, she is frequently hired to kill black market visitors and royalty alike, and hired by the same types of people.
This was her most prestigious, and expensive assignment yet. Kill the Prince of the Northern Kingdom, Edmund. Natallia was always one who said “Down with the Royal Family!” whenever she had the chance; stuck up pricks, the lot of them. She had had castle assignments before, and was lucky that she already had at least three escape routes and entrances each in mind.
Getting into the castle proved to be easy, and she certainly lived up to her nickname. Her footfalls were quieter than a still night, and she was clad all in black, up to the black hood and scarf around her head to hide her long, pale blonde hair. And she was small too, able to squeeze through small dark spaces, and nimbly flip over boxes.
Even getting upstairs to where the precious Prince Edmund was sleeping seemed to be an easy feat. It honestly seemed too good to be true. And evidently, she would find out that it was.
Natallia slipped inside the room from the servants entrance, a door made to be quiet so they wouldn’t disturb the prince in his quarters. Prick. She rolled her eyes, and took in the dark extravagance of the quarters. Gilded ceilings, gilded furniture, gold built into the walls. Soon they’d be bloodstained, and the gold walls would hold the secrets.
She crept up to the opulent bed, her thin silver dagger clutched tightly in her hand. Natallia felt no nerves, until she saw the empty bed. That was wrong. Prince Edmund of the Northern Kingdom was supposed to be safe in his bed, asleep when the Black Cat came to finish him off. She felt her heart pound as she drew closer to the bed, stormy eyes nervously inspecting the empty bed with the dagger still raised.
❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 ❞
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“—Fucking hell.”
The curse was uttered with every ounce of his disbelief and incredulity at the sheer number of figures on the shiny label, as if it had no qualms advertising the ridiculous cost. He wasn’t a poor man, by any means, but it seemed excessive for a suit. But perhaps that was his own fault for trying to find something reasonably priced in the middle of London the night before he had to attend some posh social gathering full of stuffy politicians and businessmen. The need for it, though, didn’t manage to sway him enough to consider buying it, especially when there were other options to sort through, so he left it exactly as he found it.
Once he found a suit that left him with enough quid in his wallet that he could successfully sleep tonight, he looked at himself in the full-body mirror; loosening and adjusting his tie, fiddling about with it until he was somewhat satisfied. At that, England turned to search for his...colleague. It was entirely likely that Edmund had better luck finding something to wear than he did, and the idea that he had kept him waiting caused him to bite the inside of his cheek and quicken his pace. When he found him, he stopped and looked the other man up and down. “You look smart,” the Englishman commented idly. The point was to dress to impress, he supposed, although he hardly cared about the whole event, if he was being honest—it was mostly for appearance’s sake.
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🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation
Talking about sex, actually. Despite being well over a hundred years old, and decidedly not a virgin, he definitely acts like one. He can be something of a prude at times. It’s more of the “sitting-there-squirming-in-his-seat-trying-not-to-say-anything” uncomfortable but it makes him uncomfortable nonetheless. He really hates being asked about anything related to his own sex life and really hates hearing about other people’s.
Discussions with people who clearly know a lot more about the subject than he does. He’s very proud of his natural intellect and capacity to grasp complicated subject matter, but he feels like an idiot when someone starts talking about nuclear physics and he barely understands any of it.
character flaw headcanons / accepting
"So, since world domination seems to get you off, what do your plans for the future look like? Will we be seeing any big infrastructure deals? How about healthcare? And what do you plan on doing about Net Neutrality? How do you feel about the death penalty?"
“My plans for the world are very simple, actually. Step one, I own everything. Everything in the entire world belongs to me now.”
“There is no step two.”
cederenscio replied to your post:
{ honestly I guess it would really depend on how you wanna see it tbh, cause you can just have the angsty “oh no i’m suddenly just Dead” stuff or you can have them live out a life watching someone else live out their title they were supposed to carry }
My friend, this is Prime Angst Material and I am feeling this. I FEEL GOD in this Chilli’s tonight.
Maybe results vary?? Depending on how strong the Representative was when they still had their status, maybe that strength would carry across to their human body and it would be able to withstand it?
SO MANY POSSIBILITIES.