#eyeless-smiles

[thecreativeforge]

@eyeless-smiles | continued from x

Several weeks had passed since the nearly fatal incident. Rashad made a great recovery, with Serret's assistance he was able to get back on his feet in no time. The security in the palace was increased, as his mother, Naseera, sent some of her best men to patrol the grounds on a daily basis. Corinthian disappeared as if he had never existed, leaving no traces of his presence in the palace behind, except for the lack of his Agni ring that vanished with Corinthian as he, assumingly, fled the palace once he realized everyone were onto his scheme.

Rashad, of course, refused to believe Corinthian was behind the entire thing. Despite all logic pointing to him as the perpetrator of the crime, there was more than logic in his familiarity with Corinthian as a person, or at least of him trying to be a person and not a mere monster driven by its bloodthirsty whims. Though he couldn't actively use the palace's resources to search for Corinthian as he was a wanted man by now, he could use it to conduct his own private investigation of signs he may leave around, if he was still in Kamasun at all. Perhaps Rashad was wrong about him all along, and the man simply fled with his tail between his legs and threw everything that had transpired between them to the trash.

Rashad had started to lose hope when nothing came up. Though still disbelieving the nightmare would do such a thing to him, he was beginning to believe he was capable of just running away and beginning another life elsewhere. Yet just as he thought about giving up the whole secret inquiry into possible leads, reports of bodies without eyes began to pop up around a certain area in Kamasun. The victims didn't really have anything in common except for being all men, but the no eyes was a clear indication to Rashad that no one else could have done it other than Corinthian himself.

And so, one chilly evening, Rashad set out to snoop around. It was a district in Kamasun known for its bathhouses and brothels, luxurious and cheap entertainment alike for all kinds of people that could spend all kinds of coin. It was a relatively small area, though Rashad knew he couldn't walk around for long without being eventually noticed. He just hoped that by then he would have found Corinthian, or at least a more solid clue as to where he was around here. With the string of murders having taken place, the guards' presence was a lot more prominent, and Rashad had to hide behind a hood and a cowl to escape curious eyes.

Entering one of the few brothels in the area, in what would probably be his third for tonight, he was prepared for another disappointment as he approached the mistress of house to ask about Corinthian's presence in the establishment. A physical description of the man he was searching for should be enough to get another confused look from the woman and move on, should she had not seen the man before.

#forgedinfire #eyeless-smiles #//ic

[yourgaydads]

(i guess technically they can’t get caught if the fanfic is readily available)

#lucienne #the corinthian #continues to inflict his and the creative pursuits of others on matthew #eyeless-smiles #the sandman silliness #corinthian fanfic writers are the best #never stop being nasty pls #obviously dreamling has its own entire wing #i wish my brain wasn't like ofc this needs flocked wallpaper #my comic

[thedickgraysonrp]

[ cuff ] — my muse handcuffs your muse

[ restrain ] — your muse handcuffs my muse

((Your choice of which uwu))

Dick watched as Corinthian went around him, feeling the cold touch of the metallic cuffs as he closed them snug around his wrists. When Dick told Corinthian he was taught to and could get out of most types of common binding methods, he didn't expect for Corinthian to want to put it to the test himself. It was, admittedly, a little hot—considering nothing was done out of malice and it was all just for fun.

Cuffs were easy to get, as it was part of the many gadgets he always carried with him as a vigilante. They were even built with a tracker, should it be needed. Corinthian handled the cuffs with expertise; it wasn't his first time doing this, Dick imagined.

"Having fun yet?" Dick teased, offering a small grin.

@eyeless-smiles

#eyeless-smiles #text-rp #answered asks

[poxsonmenace]

X | CONTINUED 

As the man’s cold touch lay rest upon HIS CHIN, that  narrowed gaze OF HIS sauntered upwards, LANDING upon the  man’s features, the GLINT IN HIS eyes MIMICKING that CHILLED GRIN. “—Born WILLING.” He had danced WITH death  many TIMES throughout the years, but never WITH a  VAMPIRE. Colour HIM CURIOUS. [ @eyeless-smiles ]

#eyeless-smiles

[leadxxr]

@eyeless-smiles emerges from the Fog.

Dwight turned the hilt of his new blade in his palm, almost as if stuck in a very peculiar train of thought. He hadn't an immediate intention to use it, however he stood at the ready for a good stab. The once nervous leader had finally broken to his trauma, the Entity's dark control on his suggestible psyche had turned him into a bloodthirsty killer driven by revenge.

Taken in by the Legion for the potential they saw in him -- to get back at those who had doubted him. Abandoned him. Undervalued him, and took him for granted -- Dwight had yet to adopt a mask of his own. Part of him didn't want to hide anymore. He was tired of being invisible. He wanted his victims to know just who was turning on them & inflicting vengeful torture for their selfish actions.

"Ever experienced what it feels like to bleed out? Gurgling as you drown yourself in your own blood?" a curious inquisition carried by a morbid expression. "I have." Dwight wondered absently what the Entity would do should a killer end the life of another for her benefit, but then again, a sacrifice was a sacrifice & bloodshed was bloodshed.

#( HI you def do not have to match this length #( i just got carried away with his character development in this new verse!!! ) #eyeless-smiles #v: seeing crimson (dark!dwight)

[langdhon]

||| @eyeless-smiles cont. from here [nsft]

Drifted into sleep ridiculously early, Michael was in need for a nap. Expecting nothing, really, hence signing up for surprises. Now he stands [or floats, hard to tell when all around is a void] near that lonely bed and simpers at the nightmare whom he obviously caught in the act. He shamelessly drags his gaze along Corinthian's bare body in admiration of his flawless skin, ere ambling to the bedside. " Don't let me stop you ", Michael mimicks the creation's sultry tone while tucking his fingertips under its chin. Pad of his thumb traces the outline of the main mouth's bottom lip.

" It'll be a pleasure to watch you come undone. " That simper he dons gradually wanes, his warm fingertips wandering to Corinthian's neck and aim for his back. Slowly treading backwards toward the bed's foot end, Michael drags those same fingers down along the nightmare's spine. Further and further until that hand glides between his legs from behind to brush his fingertips along the delicate perineum. Feather-light touch, teasing. " Go on. Fuck yourself for me. "

#SANDMAN AU. #that's gonna be an intense nap lol #eyeless-smiles #nsft

[eyeless-smiles]

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#((he asks for so little #((just let him be a vicious monster and call him pretty <3 #musings #about #ooc #eyeless-smiles

[kylo-wrecked]

comment 🖤 if you’re interested in a hateship

((I just think they'd be awful for each other :) ))

👁️ Hell yes, fren. (The Corinthian is among my favorite things Ever, I’ll have you know.)

#ooc #eyeless-smiles #answered ask #ship ahoy

[undeadunalive]

@eyeless-smiles ∣ 🩸

"You startled me. Which in itself, is something of a rarity. Who are you? Or better yet... what are you?"

#eyeless-smiles #𝐈𝐂: #𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: #𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 | 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ( 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 )

[thecreativeforge]

continued from x | @eyeless-smiles

After a hearty breakfast and a brief exchange of small talk with the innkeeper, having asked if he'd seen Corinthian leave to which the innkeeper said he did not, Rashad left the inn before the morning rush. With Corinthian having disappeared and, once again, left no traces behind, Rashad only assumed that last night was too much for the nightmare to process and he had to get away from the source of the overwhelming experience.

He didn't put him at fault. Rashad was aware Corinthian had a hard time adjusting to big emotions, mainly because he could only ever experience an echo of them through the eyes of his victims. That being said, Rashad knew Corinthian wasn't emotionless. No, it was far from it. Maybe, one day, their paths will cross again.

Hiding behind his cowl, a scarf wrapped around his neck, mouth and nose loosely, rich brown eyes watched the paths leading out of Kamasun as the variety of vehicles and people went in and out of the gates. He was currently standing in line before the transpot ticket stall by the well guarded entrance, trying to remain discreet and quiet. He didn't know where his destination was yet, his entire life packed in his bag of holding.

Where was he going to go? What was he going to do? This must be how every adventurer feels like when they begin their journey. Terrified at the winds of forced change, thrilled by the promise of seeing a new world. In a way, Rashad chose this. He knew his actions would lead him away from his home, from his family, from everything familiar.

This could be the end of his chapter. Or, perhaps, it was just the beginning of it.

#forgedinfire #eyeless-smiles #//ic

[endlessxdream]

@eyeless-smiles asked

*Cue hunter!Corinth trying to bait one of Dream's fledglings into biting him so he has an excuse to kill them*

"Come on." The Hunter purrs dangerously to the starving creature atop of him. The poor fledglings attention locked solely on the arteries of his neck. Corinthian's hand caresses slowly down the vampire's jaw to his collar, pulling him closer.

"Your creator will never know." Beneath them both, the hunter's knife glints lightly in the dark bedchamber. Waiting for the opportunity to strike his unaware partner. He knows the handsome young vampire is struggling to resist. Knowing that the hunter is under the Endless's protection.

Had it not been for Lucienne keeping a close eye the hunter, this may have gone unnoticed for far longer than it should have and perhaps Corinthian would have gotten what he wanted. Most of the vampires that he kept close were well enough fed and he had tried to make sure that was still the case after his return, hoping that would give him enough time to deal with the situation.

There's no noise indication of him entering the room and he cares little for the hunter's privacy when he is tempting one of his own, the shadows allowing him to enter without so much as opening the door. Morpheus catches sight of the knife in Corinthian's grip, watches the way he tries to lure the fledgling in for only a moment before he is acting.

Pale fingers latch onto the collar of the vampire and with a ridiculously quick movement, he pulls the vampire off the Corinthian, flinging them back, his gaze entirely focused on the hunter. "Leave."

The tone of his voice is cold, demanding, just barely hiding the anger in him at the hunter's actions, though he makes no outward movement to react at the moment, it is obvious in his gaze and his voice that he is furious. The fledgling scurries out of the room, leaving just the two of them alone, those once again dark eyes settled on Corinthian.

"I will never know, will I, little hunter? I have given you safety within my own home, allowed you to rest among those I hold dear to me, ensured that none of them would harm you despite the threat that you pose to them just by being here. And you try to seduce one of my fledglings in the hopes of what, satisfying your errant need for blood? Need I remind you whose roof you are under?"

#Corinthian you're in trouble #answered asks #eyeless-smiles #v; hidden mirrors expose the mess

[thedickgraysonrp]

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

Dick grunted as he was pushed to the floor as if he weighed nothing, glad that his head didn't hit the floor too hard at the unexpected movement and he looked up at Corinthian who straddled him firmly to place.

"What the hell?" He muttered as watched the man, unable to get a clear read on the man's expression—pretty standard for someone who had maws for eyes and shades to cover said maws, no matter whether he was inside or outside.

"What are you doing, Corinthian?" Had it been different circumstances, then maybe his response would have been different.

#eyeless-smiles #text-rp #answered asks

[poxsonmenace]

X | CONTINUED 

The man’s heart was RACING, not WITH fear but WITH pure  EXCITEMENT. He could hear the drum IN HIS ears as though IT were  HIS own, and HIS sneer grew more MALICIOUS when he was able to IDENTIFY the reason for IT’S beat. “...You’re desperate.” Lulled he at length as he INHALED along the man’s throat, RELISHING IN the scent. “You reek OF IT...” An INSULT perhaps, but one that came from INTRIGUE. “VAMPIRISM IS A GIFT, my dear.. what’ll I get IN return?” [ @eyeless-smiles ]

#[ vampire verse ] #[ always an exchange with him ] #eyeless-smiles

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[langdhon]

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Whatever sour taste started to coat his tongue, Corinthian’s explanation suffices for it to abate.  It makes sense. Grudgingly recognizing his error, Michael shrouds himself in silence while the pout across his mien survives another couple seconds. He still watches the flat waves lap against the black sands, instead of meeting the nightmare’s gaze. And hearing those worries can’t he suppress the skeptical crease furrowing his brows. With one hand reaching down between his feet to sink all its fingers into the sand, Michael picks up the handful. Then lets it ripple through.  “ Maybe so. Or not. ” Very helpful, Michael.

After observing how the grains slither off his skin does he finally turn his head to glean Corinthian’s features, own expression gradually softening.

“ What do you think counts as slipping up? I mean, escaping the Dreaming aside. ”  Which they know is a surefire way to piss Morpheus off. Brows and shoulders lift simultaneously, the shrug a brief display.  “ Like you said, you’re a nightmare and the whole point of your existence is to cause suffering. So? ”

#SANDMAN AU. #I saw just *how* effed up the format got on browser #from continuing on the ask itself so um #have a new text post here ylrnfbf #I copied my recent reply here #eyeless-smiles

[fortitudina]

eyeless-smiles asked: If the sudden chorus of shouts and clattering furniture overhead doesn't alert the Dream Lord, it might next be the guards who watch over the Endless rushing for the stairwell. They both clamber up the steps to see what the commotion is about - only for ones shout to be cut short with a garbled rasp, and the others body to come crashing back down the stairwell. Laying motionless by its base as the echoing of light footsteps descend in the growing silence. Stepping over the guards body, the Corinthian comes to a halt before the dark chamber. Its attention is solely focused on the cellars hidden treasure. His Creator, encased in glass. A sight that both thrills and sickens him.

ONE THING THAT his glass prison wasn't, was soundproof. Then again, Morpheus's hearing was not exactly human. Heightened senses meant that he heard and saw far more than the average joe, so the sounds of yelling and clattering piqued his attention, pulling him to turn himself and listen with further focus.

How peculiar it was that the men sent to guard him, were now enduring what really, they should have been well equipped for. There were but few who would be able to subdue them in such a way, of course, and as Morpheus watched on, he had to question just who he was going to have to owe a debt to ~ who was to become his saviour in this moment of weakness? Was it one of his siblings? An old friend? One of the angels?

It seemed that he was about to discover just who was coming down to him. As long as it was not another wanting to hold him captive for another century, he would be thankful to them. The light footfalls bring with them a sense of anticipation and Morpheus shifts himself within the glorified fishbowl. His eyes met with the familiar blonde. The sunglasses that hid the nightmare of teethed eyes and that beige suit. " Corinthian --- " Of all beings, Morpheus had far from expected to see one of his nightmares come to stand before him. As unimpressed as he was that his nightmare was running amok and not in the dreaming, he was grateful that he had been found at long last.

@eyeless-smiles PLOTTED ASK STARTER / ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

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