Tiger Millionaire - Tumblr Posts
An other doodle of the poofy boy in a Tiger Millionaire mask... He probably has some custom-made for his fights and swap them around when they break or get too dirty
HELL YEAH, THIS IS SO GOOD AND EXACTLY HOW HE WORKS!!!!!! Gosh, I'm so glad my boy inspired you, thank you so muchh!!! And the writing is on point, the descriptions, the pacing..... Yes.....
A job has to be done.
Inhale. Exhale. The thrum of footsteps and traffic drowning out any ambient noise was the perfect distraction for a certain boy. Pink, curly hair that stands out in a crowed was hidden under a grey hood and sunglasses. Hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes glued to his target.
In his black bag was three key items. His mask, gloves and a sterilized machete. In his hand was his phone as he rung up one of the lackeys and asked to direct it to boss.
“‘O is this?” “Tiger Millionaire.” “Ah, T. Good to hear from you, do you have your eyes on the target?” “Yes, although he’s a bit quick- hold on, He’s ducking into an alleyway.”
Following quickly, swerving past pedestrians who were rushing to work, or those leaving. Taking a swerve past a tall man, he finally enters the filthy passageway, seeing the man duck behind a corner as the boy neared. Dropping down his hoodie and snatching the items from his back, gloved hands grip the hilt of his weapon as he began pacing quicker.
Peeking around the edge, he spots the man now pressed against a boarded up wall, covered in plasters of old newspapers and notes. He was hyperventilating as he looked for a means of escape. He stopped entirely when he saw Steven emerge, pressing the machete against his leg, hiding it in the dark alley.
“I- Huh? Who are you?” “Not of importance.” “You’re just.. a kid! I thought.. HA! I shouldn’t have been afraid, you guys were bluffing, blu-” He didn’t finish his sentence when Steven swung down his machete and bludgeoned the human’s chest, watching him crumple down and gasping for air as blood began pooling around his torso. “Come again?” The man could barely speak as he lifted his shaking arms to protect his body. Tutting silently as Steven swung down again, the machete going through one arm clean, but getting embedded in the bone of the other. Twisting it horizontally made the bone snap like a twig and made the man scream out. Smothering his cries with a gloved palm, he slit the throat with a quick swipe, blood spurting onto his face. Stumbling backwards, he made sure that it didn’t drip onto his clothes, before looking at the crumpled body of a man whose life was fading right before his eyes. The final steps were easier as he pick pocketed the poor fellow, discarding the machete in the nearest trash bag, and pocketing three hundred in cash, an expensive watch and a credit card. A wondrous pay off, he smiles.
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This is for a friend of mine. @pyralart is pretty cool, check em out!
Here’s the first batch of DeeCon photos guys. I decided to seperate them between HS and non HS cosplays for simplicities sake. Sorry if I took your photo and you’re not here it’s nothing against you just my awful photography skills and average phone making them so bad they weren't worth posting sorry.
I was foolish and awkward and forgot to ask for tumblrs when I took these so I can’t tag anyone in this one rn but I will keep a look out for you guys and if you see this please le me know so I can add you. You guys were are really cool and I hope you had a good time.