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notoriousness · 2 months
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shoving all my hcs to the side to make him a shambling corpse of an assassin now, as he is in canon trust
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fingers grace the earth. everything reminds me of them.
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so I finally got around to reading bram stoker's dracula (1897)
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sorry about your husband. yeah he got assassinated and exploded. yes those were two separate occasions.
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notoriousness · 5 months
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Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways
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notoriousness · 7 months
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notoriousness · 7 months
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a collage of more clips of a certain old man too handy with a blade.
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notoriousness · 7 months
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apparently i forgot to share these here?? so have some panel edits of marcus
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notoriousness · 7 months
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Imma be real your interpretation of Marcus is way better than ritos. He looks so ugly in the comic.
😭 im sure riot had their reasonings for not making marcus a conventionally attractive older gentleman, but I'm always going to stick to the design i settled on. plus I like to think kat (and cass) got her good looks from more than just her mother.
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notoriousness · 7 months
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stinky
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notoriousness · 7 months
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Marcus would shave his beard if Soreana told him to because 'it hides too much of your handsome face.'
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notoriousness · 7 months
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As soon as I can revive him from the dead the wedding is BACK ON !!!!
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notoriousness · 7 months
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throws him in the trash. leaves.
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notoriousness · 7 months
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@perfect-fourth: "What are you even talking about? Are you finally losing it?"
"No doubt in part due to the prolonged exposure to you. But you really should try to keep up with the times.
People might start thinking you're getting old."
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notoriousness · 7 months
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"Back in my day, you didn't have these game cards to find a suitor. It was a far more intimate procedure."
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notoriousness · 7 months
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🗡 interactions with marcus as a br undead thrall thingy....
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notoriousness · 7 months
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With the sudden release of his neck, Marcus is quick to gasp for air. Falling back into the wall, he wishes the old, abused wood would embrace him, hide him away from the monster now collapsed in a pile. While one hand instinctively lept to hold his nape together - the artist had done something! He had to check if any damage was sustained - the other assisted in dragging the blademaster further away from Jhin, gripping onto the damaged panelling. On shaking legs, he shuffles away, eyes refusing to look away from his adversary for even the time to blink. Heart racing as quickly as his breaths, Marcus is stumbling down the hallway as fast as his panic-stricken body could. Although he was far too fatigued to disappear into thin air, even his retreating footfalls would be hard to catch. His cries had been quick to be self-muffled, but there was nothing calm in his quiet snivelling.
Damn that bastard! That monster of a man! If he wasn't sure Jhin would have continued his onslaught with enough recovery time, the blademaster would have made sure the artist stayed down for a while. Give him more than a black eye and a chipped tooth to think over in the morning. Violent acts swim in his mind, furious he had been caught at all. All while he is checking his neck for injuries, ripping a glove off of a shaking hand to gingerly touch the scarred skin and get beneath the layers that tenderly hug it. Blinking at the salt quickly drying around his eyes, a faltering look past his back checks that he is not being pursued, or crawled after. Although it hides his skittish look and quivering lip, the mask hides little else about his demeanour. Marcus needed some fresh air to clear his mind. Somewhere a drunken artist out of his mind wouldn't be able to follow. Heading to the nearest unlockable window in this labyrinth of a manor, he hopes Fidel picks up the wretched thing and puts him back in the guest house, lest he need to be dealt with in the morning.
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