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ELLIOT’S VOICE

_{anyways this is an excerpt from Ein spätes Mädchen in which Schweighofer sings 9 Crimes. I chose to pitch it in elliot’s range as his voice is somewhat high and accented.}

TITANIA.

‘ i am TIRED – so what do you need ? ‘ / @faustium

_{———❝ IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION TO BOTHER SOMEONE AS IMPORTANT AS YOU. i only meant to speak somewhere comfortable. ❞
his german held a small hint of north and south, tones which showed he’d probably spent quite some time in each part of the country. he placed a napkin over his lap, casting a look at the woman before him.}

_{❝ the vegetarian options are delicious here. i hope you’ll humor me long enough to try them? ❞}

👀

moraldysplasia-deactivated20181:

^{SEND 👀 FOR JUDE TO NAME SOMEONE HE FINDS ATTRACTIVE.}

^{“ Elliot is a pretty man, but he’s also always fucking mean to me. “ ( @faustium )}

THE DEVIL.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY PLANS TO SPEAK UP? To say something to my face? I find staring to be quite rude. Speak up.” | | @faustium

_{———A QUIRK OF THE LIPS. he knew better than to hasten a quip and reply. slowing his pulse, he gathered himself for every instance this ended in blood.
❝ i cannot help it ; you’re just so goddamn beautiful. ❞}

trying to get back into painting using @ladead‘s oc

candygirlnsfw:

Concept: your goth dom tying you to a gravestone and letting the ghosts have their way with you

???

_{@faustium liked this for ‘Brendon’ || ACCEPTING}

_{She (he?) was at least thankful that their hair remained it’s usual length after this little… hiccup. Surprisingly, Victoria was rather unshaken by this sudden change, was this not unlike when she’d used to change her appearance and clothing to sneak aboard military ships or into infantry regiments back in the day during war-time? Only, this time the package between their legs was…well, real. And the height was much, much better, standing at a decent 5′8.″ If only that part could last.}

_{Her… his… Zher attention was broken at the feeling of a magical energy nearing where they were adjusting their clothing to fit zher new body. A dark energy, tied to demonic origins certainly. Malicious? Zhe couldn’t be too sure. Naturally zhe had to investigate this matter, new body or not. To give the person a chance to put their guards up, zhe let her own magical signature flare as a warning before walking around a corner.}

_{“Lost wee warlock? Can’t possibly fathom what brings you to these parts.” Shite, even zher voice was significantly changed, from her lilted mezzo to an almost delightful light baritone.}

_{———GAZE RESTED ON THE FORM OF ANOTHER MAN. he wasn’t exactly used to the bombardment here. he had to register a moment, the word he’d used — warlock — that seemed undeniably close to home. accented english came and went, the man’s own much less harsh voice lifting over the irishman.}

_{❝ how did you know i was… ❞
the thought drawled in tandem with his own more continuous pulse. something about this person seemed off, indicated by his intuitive senses alone. there came no fire at the back of his neck, a sign of occult and arcane origin. instead, he felt numb.}

❝ who the hell are you? ❞
a danger. he knew better than to raise his voice over a murmur, but it took no edge out of his tone.