Okay so...I have been having thoughts, don't perceive me...
Viking!Kirishima who has long hair. Its a symbol, his pride hinges on having hair. He's well-groomed first off, having long luscious hair is a symbol of his wealth and stature in the Viking world. Its said he dyes his hair with the blood of his enemies and thats partly true, he uses beets and crushed flowers to get his hair to that beautiful red shade but being a warrior he does get covered in blood.
Viking!Kirishima who let's you play and braid his hair to your hearts content. Putting it up in a bun before battle so it doesn't get in his eyes or weaving clasps through the strands for an upcoming feast. Sitting on his massive lap, him grinning in contentment while you braid beads and even gems into his hair. He always shows your work off as if Freyja herself came down to Midgard to design his newest hairstyle.
Viking!Bakugo who is the most feared King in all the North, who has taken the crown of every Jarl and melted it down for his own. A man who is said to be blessed by the Ăsir. Famed to be a son of Odin, why else would people say he has a dragon? Who else could tame the spawn of Fafnir and fly through the skies like a hawk?
Viking!Bakugo who lives by the code of "you keep what you kill". Who raids and plunders village after village for entertainment and to conquer, whatever he finds is his. By right.
Imagine being a servant to a cruel and old Lord that Viking!Bakugo kills for his land and wealth. Fearing the worst you think you're next too and you take up arms with a random, discarded kitchen knife. Its either him or you right?
Viking!Bakugo who is too shocked that you of all people attack him and you manage to get a good hit. Stabbing him right in the chest but he doesn't die, oh no, he doesn't die. He laughs. A booming, maniacal, unhinged laugh. Entirely feral.
Viking!Bakugo who finds the failed assassination attempt completely adorable. You were so close to ending him, his reign of terror on the land, and by right would've inherited everything. His everything. The world. Instead of squashing you like a bug he takes you.
Viking!Bakugo who dresses you in fine silks, who wreaths you in glimmering jewels but not as his newest servant but as his Queen/King.
Viking!Bakugo who gives you his everything, his world, for trying to kill him. You were so hellbent on finishing the job before to take everything he had so why not give you it willingly instead? Right by his side.
He keeps what he kills, true, but he gives as much as he takes.
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______ Adewale was born blind. Even though his eyes shone in arcane typical color, he wasn't able to see with them. Which... well, it was confusing for his parents, but he managed. After all, he wasn't used to anything else. He mostly used his other senses and his magic to see for him. Soon, his magic became so strong his parents thought his blindness was the payment for it. After all, you couldn't gain so much without losing something in return.
______ But he lost even more. While he was still not fully grown, his family got attacked. Greedy, selfish murderers had taken his parents and siblings' lives. They didn't kill Adewale, though. At first, they didn't want to. They made fun about how he couldn't see. About how they had murdered everyone he loved and he hadn't even seen them doing it. Then Adewale got upset. The air around them suddenly had felt thicker, hotter. Their heads had started hurting so badly they could barely talk. That's when they decided to kill him as well. But no one came close enough to even touch him. They didn't have magic. They were weak.
______ So Adewale destroyed them all. Except for one dragon. One of them escaped, Adewale felt it in his bones. Ever since then, he has been hunting. Killing dragons who rubbed him the wrong way, trying to find the refugee. He will not rest, until it is done. And not after that. He promised Aveline. She understands him like no one else. But what if the dragon he's looking for has been hiding in clear sight for the whole time?
Title: Carnivals or a Drink?
Description: Logan was still new at being a vampire. So what happened when he was taken to a carnival by Lucinda Volar, his maker?
Trigger Warning: blood, killing, death
Carnival and festivals were very different back then.
They consisted of only a few merchants selling their goods and a small circle in the middle for dancing and children to run around. Yet, all the spiritâs of those in town would be lifted. Faces would be filled with glee and awe as they wandered from vender to vender. Their children giggling and wrestle playing with their each other. The men would gather for drinks to whatever reason they could think of to celebrate. All were seen with happiness and freedom to do as they pleased during the festival.
All except Logan Cree.
Logan had been forced to attend a place that was too much temptation. Too many veins standing out and too many necks exposed. But the poor boy didnât know that was Lucinda Volarâs plan all along. It seemed Lucinda wasnât pleased with how Loganâs transformation was going and his behavior towards her-regardless of the bond they had. He was still young and new to the vampire urges and Lucinda was all for taking advantage of that.
âPut a smile on that handsome face of yourâs Crest. I wish to be accompanied by a gentleman whoâs smile draws me in. Nothing less, understood my dearest?â The maker narrowed her sharp eyes at the newly turned vampire who simply nodded and did as he was told.
Logan Cree didnât understand. Why was he to go by the name of Crest? The man didnât understand why he felt the need to please his maker and follow every one of her directions. He didnât understand why she would take him to a public place where he wouldnât be able to control himself. It wouldnât be until years later when Logan would come across another vampire who would explain how the maker and progeny bond worked as well as everything that came with the curse they lived in.
âWould you like something to drink Lucinda?â Logan asked with a gentle smile on his lips.
âOh why of course I would!â The woman replies with a giggle and seductive smile. All the men were looking at her and she knew, but put little efforts to stop it.
Heading towards one of the venders who supposedly sold the popular drink tonight, Logan was stopped by Lucindaâs grip on his arm. âNot that kind of drink my love.â Her eyes glowed as they searched his. Oh, he thought feeling his jaw tighten and his stomach growl.
âVery well....â Logan nodded and searched the crowd for someone who wouldnât be missed. The poor soul still had no idea how it all worked but Lucinda was sure to change that.
Sighing softly Lucinda whispered while facing the crowd. Because they were vampires, she knew Logan wouldnât have an issue hearing him. âClose your eyes Crest. Tonight shall be different, youâll see soon enough. Search with your nose and focus. You cannot miss it.â
It? Logan wondered but did not ask and closed his dark eyes. He took one deep breath and felt the rush of something. Frowning a little, the man took another whiff and it was then that he was able to ignore the smells of wood burning, alcohol, dusty wool, and sweaty necks. Logan immediately opened his eyes, his face changing. Lucinda took note of that letting her musical chuckle out into the open.
âThere we go....â
Without asking for permission or waiting for an explanation, Logan walked in the direction of the woman who was sitting alone with a drink in her hand. It appeared that she was waiting for someone but Logan had other plans. Not looking her in the eye, he grabbed her arm and jerked her upwards. âYouâre coming with us!â He growled saliva filling his mouth.
The girlâs eyes showed nothing but panic and fear. But Logan didnât dare look into them. Lucinda suddenly stood next to them and gave the girl a sweet smile looking into her eyes. âRelax sweetie....just relax. Wonderful, now why donât you accompany us. We have a few questions for you....â The girl looked confused until her panic subsided and a smile appeared.
âYes.â That was the first and last time Logan wished to hear her voice. Taking her arm still forcefully, Logan pulled her into the shadows and far from any eyes or ears. When they were far enough the vampire pushed her against the tree and stared right at her neck. Holding her arms at her side was easy with his new strength but what wasnât easy was controlling his thirst.
âNow dear, I want you to continue to relax and not scream.â Lucinda whispered her face inches from the other as if her eyes were controlling what the girl was feeling. But Logan paid no attention to that. He was watching as the blood was pumping through the girls neck and when a small vein popped up, Logan waited no more.
Fangs sinking into the girls neck seemed natural for Logan at the moment while the relief and ecstasy he felt from the girls blood was too good to be true. Logan continued to drink from the girl, feeling the blood glide down his throat and a loud moan escaped. What was this? Why was this blood making him feel pleasure that no one else had made him feel before?
âI take it you are enjoying this feast love?â Lucinda said out loud and chuckled. Smirking, she ran her hand through Loganâs hair watching his face. With her progenyâs closed eyes and lost in pleasure, Lucinda continued to speak, âThis is Feyâs blood, Crest. It carries unbelievable gifts when drunk completely as you will witness tomorrow morning when I allow you to be out in the sun for a few hours only.â
Logan Cree did not care. Somewhere in the background he thought he heard his makers voice but his meal was the priority. He drank and drank until the body provided no more and went limp in his arms.
âI want more.â
A smirk as evil as Lucifer appeared on Lucindaâs face as did her fangs, âNow thatâs more like it Crest.â
N/A: Hey, if Dr Wagner has it´s kinks let´s kinkshame him. Modern au
The flames of passion is a book that is so popular that it gathers a cult follower, however, some people are not following the book to have a good time, Sarah Smith, believes the book is dangerous, no, the book is evil and the author needs to die in order to restore the good in the world.
Kitty Pryde believes to have written the silliest book in all history. A story about a vampire in a gothic mansion who is trying to seduce a woman shouldn´t be this popular in this age, but, somehow, it is. The woman just finished an interview in regards to the NetFlix adaptation of her book and she is heading home.
Her driver, a nice man who works for Kitty´s agency has the responsibility to take Kitty to her home when the man is shot on his shoulder making the car losing control and hit on a pole. The driver is still making sounds indicating he is still alive and Kitty thank God for that, however, when a crazy woman shows up with a gun pointed to Kitty´s window is when her gratitude is cut short.
âYou are the ban of this world, you create this monstrosityâ Sarah Smith and gesture to Kitty to leave. Kitty did so try to be calm.
âWhat do you mean?â Kitty asked nicely noticing the aim of Sarah´s gun. Sarah has the book on her free hand, however, Flames of passion is not a light book, is really heavy and right now Kitty is thanking Jubilee for making Kitty spend 3 chapter giving details after details on the house.
âYou wrote this abominationâ Sarah screams loudly and proves to be hard to dramatically reveal the book and hold the gun.
âWhich part was the worst?â Kitty asked kindly as Sarah starts ranting about how the book is the worse and not noticing Kitty steps in too closely and kicking the gun away from Sarah´s reach and Punch the lunatic hard.
The problem is as she did that Sarah fall to the ground and hit her head pretty hard and well, judging by the sound, the damage is too severe if not irreversible. Someone heard the screams of hate Sarah was making and call the police as in a couple of minutes detective Logan is there to take Kitty´s statement and look at her as she´s Jack the ripper.
After the driver gets medical attention, his damage was minimum but will prevent him from driving for some time, confirm Kitty´s story and more witness come forward Logan reluctantly let Kitty go as everyone has solid proof this was in self -defence.
Dr Wagner arrives in the local and hugs Kitty as she is crying and lamenting the fact âI was just protecting myself, I didn´t want to kill anyone, oh, I shouldn´t have punched herâ Kitty has tears in her eyes and Dr Wagner consoles her.
Deep down the man would love to see the scene (and kill this Sarah, oh, how deliciously it would be to have killed this Sarah in front of his Kitty and she thanks him as her hero. A nice fantasy) his Kitty has the hands dirty by blood and her innocence is tainted. Oh, this is too erotic for him, however, Dr Wagner knows a woman like Kitty wouldn´t think killing as erotic so he can console her.
âKatzchen, you did the right choice, that woman would have killed you, you did the right thingâ she listens to her and stops crying but is far too weak to walk and Kurt has no problem in carrying her.
âI want to go home,â she said and Kurt only nods as he loves this moment, Kitty relaying on him 100% is almost as good as if they lived in a desert island.
Ok Iâm not one to talk about politics and stuff like that
But honestly, this whole drug war situation in the Philippines is so fucked up.
Just a few hours ago my friend just WITNESSED someone DIE.
They were apparently an old classmate of her momâs and he changed his life for the better. He was working hard.
Iâm not sure about all the details but my friend told me that there were so many gunshots.
An innocent man was killed and my friend had to witness it.
This is the shit thatâs happening in my country. There are thousands of cases like this all over the place that targets even CHILDREN. This hits me so hard because a few months ago an actual friend of my family has to go into HIDING because he has a target painted on his back from the tokhang. His name can only be cleared from what iâve heard if he gives up someone else who is a drug addict.
I never heard from him again.
Fuck ejk, fuck drug war and just fuck murdering people in general man
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Excuse me, I'm new to Tumbler and i found your page and I was wondering if you could give me an Idea on a story I'm working. Its about my two OC's Cris and Alex {if you need a better example of them check my page and there should be some images of them} Well it takes place with Alex who is drunk at work and leaves into a Dark alley where he meets Cris who is a murder. Alex is super drunk to the point where he shouts out to Cris that he "looks Hot covered in Blood and Guts." From there I'm lost,
Well, itâs entirely up to you on where to take it. Chris could take advantage of Alex and make him his next victim. Alex is drunk, in a dark area, with no one else around. He would be a very nice target. Or Chris could laugh it off, take Alex home or to a hotel and let him sleep, and in the morning, pretend like it never happened and go from there with Chris. Honestly, it all kind of depends on what Chris is. If heâs a serial killer, heâs not gonna care. Heâs either gonna kill Alex instantly or probably stalk and mess with him before killing him. If heâs more of a vigilante murderer, a first time killer, or did it out of self-defense, he might actually take some genuine interest in Alex.Â
Just keep in mind, please, that serial killers have an entirely different mind set and emotions than actual people, and please donât romanticize them.Â
If this is a horror or thriller, then youâre off to a great start
If you plan on them be romantic please tread carefully.Â
He doesnât remember the length of time between the first moment that he felt no trauma at the prospect of taking a life and the instant that killing became an art. During that time in between, it was a trade, a skill that he forced himself to hone, then a language in which he became fluent.
He realized that it had become an art when he could perfectly measure degrees of pain, quickness of death, exact cause of death, which weapons worked most effectively, and so on. Fluency became turns of phrase. In his tailorâs mind, he compared it to the construction of bodice slopers. A basic underbust dart could be cut into a princess seam, a dart could be moved, elastic added, all for the purpose of a flattering fit. All skill. Things like artistic draping, laces and trims, buttons and frog closures, fabrics that hung in different ways, interlining for further shape manipulation, that was where creativity overtook skill.
Likewise, a perfectly-fitting kill could be given an ironic twist, the body damaged just so, a clever quip to match the manner of death, revenge, relief, business, all could be made to measure. He took no joy in the killing itself, but a great deal in the belief that he was good at his job. Had killing not come with affirmation, he would never have pursued it further, perhaps leaving Kingsman altogether. As it was, he told himself that the ends justified the means and that if the means could not be moral, they could at least be done with quality.
Thereâs a disconnect in his mind between who he is and what he feels he must do. The latter is where he goes when killing, like making a bespoke suit on commission over sewing for his own amusement. He learned to fragment himself between business and the personal. Itâs okay to be messy in your own home, but not at work, itâs alright to leave raw seams in your personal projects but not in a customerâs commission. If Harry had to kill outside of Kingsman and if, for whatever reason, he could not become the hardened soldier he had created for this very purpose, he would shatter.
Eggsy saw the soldier break the day of the Dog Test. Harry was always wearing that professional uniform, even in his own home. Eggsy did not have that fragmentation so they could not truly understand each other. The calloused armor-like skin cracked and bled just a little when Harry asked, âcanât you see that everything Iâve done was to repay him?â Because Lee represented one of the very few times that death meant something to Harry while in the field, one of the few times where the soldier could not protect the shy, sensitive boy beneath.
Harry never became a butterfly. He remains, to this day, a diamond chrysalis.
