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Alphonse narrowly avoided the concussive blast by dropping suddenly, though his hearing was replaced by ringing. The hulking Bloodthrister was fast, but Alphonse was faster. As he dropped, he let Khazaan fly past him before striking forward to have another go at his wings. He needed to bring this beast to the ground so that he could claim the air as his domain. Glancing down, he briefly assessed his damaged leg. He could still move it, but it stung to do so. Before he knew it, he caught up to the Bloodthrister and slammed into his back. His body's instinctive response was to dig its talons into the red flesh as he hacked at the large damaged wing. As he did so it occured to him that this might cause a spiral too which they both would fall.

Alphonse watched as the Bloodthrister rose into the sky to meet him for their aerial duel. The proud, bulky creature flapped its massive wings while Alphonse calculated his trajectory. He knew Khazaan would rely on brute force, which became apparent when the Bloodthrister swung his axe, aiming for Alphonse's center. However, Alphonse didn't aim for Khazaan's center, as this wasn't a joust. Instead, he targeted the large, top-left leathery wing, slicing through it like the sail of a ship. Alphonse hadn't anticipated the force of the winds caused by Khazaan's interrupted wings, which slowed him down and caused the axe to slice deeply into his leg as he cut through the other's wing. An explosion of red glowing spray and sparks misted the air for the onlookers.

#KHAZAAN (BLOOD TIPPLER); #Alphonse Monroe

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Alphonse watched as the Bloodthrister rose into the sky to meet him for their aerial duel. The proud, bulky creature flapped its massive wings while Alphonse calculated his trajectory. He knew Khazaan would rely on brute force, which became apparent when the Bloodthrister swung his axe, aiming for Alphonse's center. However, Alphonse didn't aim for Khazaan's center, as this wasn't a joust. Instead, he targeted the large, top-left leathery wing, slicing through it like the sail of a ship. Alphonse hadn't anticipated the force of the winds caused by Khazaan's interrupted wings, which slowed him down and caused the axe to slice deeply into his leg as he cut through the other's wing. An explosion of red glowing spray and sparks misted the air for the onlookers.

What is it good for?

Alphonse breathed deeply as he shifted. It had been a while since he last assumed his full Creatura Lumena form. Unlike Stan, whose true form was Creatura Tenebra and who merely donned a human guise, Alphonse was different. He was human but with Lumena ancestry, which allowed him to transform into Lumena form. But was there really a good reason to use it now? He watched as his hands morphed into long, harpy-like claws glowing white-hot. White and gold feathers cascaded down his arms and over his shoulders, creating a stark contrast against the rust-red landscape behind him. He was here to confront a demon that had insulted his husband—an ostensibly simple premise that incessantly nagged at him. Was it too simple?

Stan had already fought his battle against Khazaan and his ridiculous nose ring, which ended in a stalemate with both parties wounded. He had made it clear that he didn't want Alphonse fighting his battles for him. Alphonse, for his part, decided that he wasn't battling on behalf of Stan or finishing what he had started. He was starting his own fight for his own reasons. After all, weren't they both trying to protect those they loved? That's what he told himself, at least. The bones in his legs caused him to bend as they too became more avian, the talons on his feet longer, thicker, and sharper than those on his hands. No matter how he framed the upcoming battle, memories of fruitless duels echoed in his mind—all of which he won due to the curse of immortality. What would he actually gain from this? Besides the respect of a few war demons, what was the point?

At this point, it didn't matter. The Blood Drunk Fool was waiting for his battle with "the wizard," and Alphonse ached to give Khazaan a few more scars. He picked up his sword, a blade with no magic except for its origin—it was crafted in the forge of Kha'xanzyr within this realm. Alphonse leapt off the cliff in a graceful dive, his wings unfurled, made of light. He looked like a falling star against the boiling red, stormy skies, headed straight for Khazaan.

@skxrbrand

@violeteyedkiller

#KHAZAAN (BLOOD TIPPLER); #Alphonse Monroe

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Impish Desires: Skull crushing issue.

Hellions and mischiefs, gather 'round! Our least adored skull-fancier, Skarbrand, has catastrophically clattered his last chandelier! That's right, darlings, the scandalous scamp met his diabolical demise in the deadliest of embraces with none other than thunder-thighed temptress N'Kari. Talk about a fatal attraction!

In a sordid spectacle of blood and passion, our bone-headed decorator found his noggin nixed—not by a rival, but squashed like a puny human melon between those notorious demonic legs! It's a crush that's left us all gasping—and not for air, but for more juicy details!

But wait, there's more infernal tea to spill! Cast out and scorned by Khorne himself, our skull-loving rogue has some 'splaining to do. And as if one brother turning traitor for another god wasn't enough to churn the hellish gossip mills, another sibling skirmish brews with a bizarre twist involving Earthly beings—one claims to be a "Fashion Designer"? Oh, the humanity!

Stay tuned, devilish readers, as we dig deeper into this abyss of drama. It's too deliciously wicked to miss!

@skxrbrand @slaanxsh

#Impish Desires

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The next issue of Impish Desires is gonna be FREAKING WILD you guys.

#out of Fashion #dash commentary #wtf? lol

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

#willy wonka but make it fashion #also give him truama

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I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them. 

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What is it good for?

Alphonse breathed deeply as he shifted. It had been a while since he last assumed his full Creatura Lumena form. Unlike Stan, whose true form was Creatura Tenebra and who merely donned a human guise, Alphonse was different. He was human but with Lumena ancestry, which allowed him to transform into Lumena form. But was there really a good reason to use it now? He watched as his hands morphed into long, harpy-like claws glowing white-hot. White and gold feathers cascaded down his arms and over his shoulders, creating a stark contrast against the rust-red landscape behind him. He was here to confront a demon that had insulted his husband—an ostensibly simple premise that incessantly nagged at him. Was it too simple?

Stan had already fought his battle against Khazaan and his ridiculous nose ring, which ended in a stalemate with both parties wounded. He had made it clear that he didn't want Alphonse fighting his battles for him. Alphonse, for his part, decided that he wasn't battling on behalf of Stan or finishing what he had started. He was starting his own fight for his own reasons. After all, weren't they both trying to protect those they loved? That's what he told himself, at least. The bones in his legs caused him to bend as they too became more avian, the talons on his feet longer, thicker, and sharper than those on his hands. No matter how he framed the upcoming battle, memories of fruitless duels echoed in his mind—all of which he won due to the curse of immortality. What would he actually gain from this? Besides the respect of a few war demons, what was the point?

At this point, it didn't matter. The Blood Drunk Fool was waiting for his battle with "the wizard," and Alphonse ached to give Khazaan a few more scars. He picked up his sword, a blade with no magic except for its origin—it was crafted in the forge of Kha'xanzyr within this realm. Alphonse leapt off the cliff in a graceful dive, his wings unfurled, made of light. He looked like a falling star against the boiling red, stormy skies, headed straight for Khazaan.

@skxrbrand

@violeteyedkiller

#Khazaan #Stan Norman #kha'xanzyr (the architect); #Alphonse Monroe

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"Cammy come here. My goodness you have a beautiful coat." He said petting her. "Are you alright Syliph? Aside from the stone you seem a little out of it...somehow." He asked simply.

@passimtemere

"I might be wrong but try UV light it might fluoresce." He suggested. "I always considered Monazite a strange choice for embellishment. What Era antique are you working on? I know there was a massive appeal to Radioactive material during the 40s and 50s."

#c: syliph #Alphonse Monroe

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"I only do because it was a turn on. I know you felt the same with my knife at your throat. It's a fond memory. Stabby~"

"My husband sure does like to remind everyone I tried to eat him before we started dating."

#s: old souls #Alphonse Monroe #Stan Norman

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Goretober Day 16 - My What Fangs

(perhaps a bit of a self indulgent piece that I don't have the energy to ink)

Update: inked it

#how they met #Old Souls #al:he tried to eat me~

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He smiled up at him. "I'll dip it bronze and and hang it on a hook from that FUCKING NOSE RING."

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"More likely he will leave you in pieces. Make sure than confidence isn't misplaced, wizard."

"There you go again...You keep calling me a wizard. True, I was the model for the magician card in tarot, but you don't truly understand what I am. Part human? Definitely. A wizard? Not exactly. A sorcerer? Closer, but still not quite right. My confidence is well-placed, unlike Khazaan’s. That blood-drunk fool fights like a child in the midst of a tantrum and I'm something that fire doesn't burn but now only feeds."

@skxrbrand

#KHA'XANZYR (THE ARCHITECT); #Alphonse Monroe

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Continued

"More likely he will leave you in pieces. Make sure than confidence isn't misplaced, wizard."

"There you go again...You keep calling me a wizard. True, I was the model for the magician card in tarot, but you don't truly understand what I am. Part human? Definitely. A wizard? Not exactly. A sorcerer? Closer, but still not quite right. My confidence is well-placed, unlike Khazaan’s. That blood-drunk fool fights like a child in the midst of a tantrum and I'm something that fire doesn't burn but now only feeds."

@skxrbrand

#alphonse monroe #kha'xanzyr (the architect);

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"So. You're the reason Khazaan's side of the fortress has been so noisy lately."

"He has insulted and annoyed my husband, so logically, I have to fight him. I promise I won't involve you in this matter," he said, sipping his tea. "Don't worry, I won't use magic. However, I might look different when we actually fight and....I guess if you need help picking up the pieces I'll inevitably leave him in. I might help."

#alphonse monroe #kha'xanzyr (the architect); #khazaan

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Kissing booth!

"ohh Stab~ You deserve it all and more dear." Alphonse gave his husband a deep kiss. "hmm..I don't have any change to give back. What's a guy to do?"

#Old souls #Alphonse Monroe #Stan Norman

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#Killer fashion #inspo

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Send “Kissing booth!” To receive a kiss from my muse!