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[accustiv]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙽 ; 𝙲𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃 & 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵 - 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 : 𝙱. 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙴 - 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

ind. & sel. criminal oc created by ellie, 25+, please read rules before interacting

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙽 ; 𝙲𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃 & 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙵 - 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 : 𝙱. 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙴 - 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽

ind. & sel. criminal oc created by ellie, 25+, please read rules before interacting

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this blog is now an archive - find me at @accustiv

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this blog is now an archive - find me at @accustiv

[manyfunerals]

alex = alias, he scribbles, adding to the seemingly never-ending collection of aliases. possible names, possible faces. alex, alexander blank blank blank. this one is new though, but the name is merely a grain of salt upon a field of weeds. nothing grows there, and nothing ever will.

bishop sets down his pen. "alright. well, what do you want for it?" he asks, unriled by the grim turn of their conversation. the organization, he knew, as widespread as it was, did have a rather violent streak. rarely did news go murmurless amongst them, some even having known about bishop long before he ever interviewed them. he tilts his head. "i have the means to provide you federal security, witness protection, keep you in the country as long as we have your cooperation. look, i'm all ears," bishop says after a pause. "you help us with this case, and i can see about getting your sentence reduced. it's your choice."

as carnegie begins, bishop's brows dip as he frowns. he picks up his pen again. RR br. flame, he writes. romantic relationship, brief flame. "you tracked down his alias, suggesting you know his real name then. do correct me. why did you go looking for him?" he briefly glances up from his notepad. "and when and where did you two meet? was this a preplanned exchange, or did you try and do business with this alex?" he doubts he was taken by surprise; in his experience, the ghost didn't take kindly to the unexpected. you blink and the tide changes, and before you know it he's gone again, like smoke through your fingers.

bishop reviews his notes again, stone-faced despite his frustration. everything that carnegie told him so far feels like it should make so much more of a splash than a few mere ripples. his eyes fix on the name alex. he fixates on it until it burns into his memory, as if he can somehow will a surname out of it through some sort of telepathic database, a perfectly unhindered photograph accompanying it. but there's more than likely a chance that this 'alex' isn't even the ghost at all, but a mere player to the much larger organization at hand. how did he even know that was the ghost, and not just another shadow of them?

"do you think he owns you, mr. carnegie?" asks bishop implacably. "tell me what happened."

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reduced sentence, witness protection... it was everything he was supposed to say to bring me on side, but none of it felt right. none of it was worth the pain that was ripping through my chest, open and raw and aching. i glanced down at his notes, but the angle made it hard for me to decipher his writing, and i gave up almost immediately. the truth was, i didn't know what i wanted, and i had a feeling he knew that.        “ as long as we have your cooperation, ”       i repeated, quietly, a bitter twist of my lips as i deciphered what was left unsaid; these deals never went in favour of the witness, they held all the cards, they decided what was good enough. i shrugged, and shook my head, averting my gaze as i fought the tumultuous battle within myself - give up casper as some kind of retribution, saving my own skin over the man who had betrayed me, or hold my cards close to my chest, and find my own way back to him.

it was an impossible choice.

my gaze slid back to agent bishop, realising that the time i had to make my decision was rapidly running out,        “ why are you looking for him, bishop? ”       i asked, throwing his question back at him so i had the time to gather my senses. i felt sick, dizzy and nauseous and i had to take a deep breath to steady myself.        “ look, you’ve already got me for the consulate. ”        i said, and glanced around the room, pointedly,        “ and you’ve got me here without a lawyer, but i’m not about to explain what i was doing there in the first place. ”       i gave him a grim smile,       “ but no, it wasn’t preplanned. ”        i paused, and tilted my head, as if the memory was hazy, as if everything about casper wasn’t indelibly lodged in my memory.       “ if i recall correctly, he threatened to shoot me. ”        i blinked, twice, rapidly, and then shrugged,        “ all i can tell you about his real identity - ”        i lied, i had to lie, no one knew the ghost’s real name, he wouldn’t believe me even if i told the truth,      “ - is that he’s from new york. brooklyn, if the accent’s anything to go by. ”

there was a pause after his next question, and i slumped back in the chair. yes, i wanted to tell him, heart, body and soul, and he threw me in here with you because i did something wrong. but i didn’t, just swallowed the bile rising in my throat.       “ can i have some water? ”       i asked, and almost winced at how pathetic i sounded,        “ sorry, i just… don’t feel good. ”

[vanishinq-a2]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃: " IF HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE, THEN PURGATORY IS AIRPORTS. " i regarded my plate. an untouched bowl of fruit, an unappetizing vegetarian omelet - one that the waitress swore, hand to heart, was one of the best vegetarian dishes at laguardia airport - and an unpromising mimosa. i had to remind myself that ditching my parole conditions meant i could drink again. i could do anything i wanted, go anywhere i wanted, without ever once thinking about new york again, but for reasons unknown to me, the thought left me nauseated and dizzy. everything felt backwards and strange. my gaze lifelessly turned to the security camera beaming at us in the corner. though, given the amount of dust bunnies and cobwebs, not to mention the make and model of the camera, i was almost dead certain it wasn't even turned on. security theater.

" my son, here may indeed be torment, but not death, " i recited morbidly. i scrubbed my face, dragging my hands down my cheeks. the longer we sat here, ambled about the airport, rummaged through magazine shelves and statue of liberty postcards, the more i lost the plot to my own tragedy. i couldn't remember when we sat down at this restaurant, or when we stopped being in the taxi on the way to laguardia. one minute i was folding all of my clothes into a large brown suitcase, and the next, i was taking off my shoes at tsa. the world held a surreal quality, like a dream where you just know if something harrowing landed in front of you, you'd finally wake up relieved.

i glanced out to the concourse, where two security guards casually spoke to one another, pretending to people watch, pretending to do their jobs. " how much longer do we have? " i asked beau in a low voice. truth be told, i didn't even know where we were going. beau must've told me a million times by now, and each time i blinked out of existence.

just as i asked this, a tall long haired red-head with sharp high-heel boots strode beside the restaurant. my eyes latched onto them immediately, in horror, following them down the long corridor to the gate closest to us. " oh shit, " i whispered, distress written on every inch of me. my heart sunk low into my stomach, and suddenly i lost feeling in everything but my hammering chest. then they turned around, and kit's face changed to someone i didn't recognize. in fact, it wasn't kit at all, but a stranger waiting to board their flight, meeting up with her husband and young child. wide-eyed, i turned back around before they saw me. god, was i always this neurotic?

i exhaled, my stomach flipping at an alarming rate. instinctively i rose to my feet and staggered out of the restaurant, only to remember beau, who'd sat opposite me. " sorry, restroom. give me a minute. " / @accustiv

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the fluorescent lights of the terminal flickered occasionally, the dull, flat light making everything it fell on looked washed out and thrown into high contrast all at once, the waiting seemed endless, three hours for international flights, but it might as well have been an eternity, and i knew that casper felt it too. he had been going in and out of focus all day, dipping deeply into his own head at seemingly random moments, and i didn’t know what to say anymore to bring him back… which was why i had made the gloomy, off hand comment that he almost immediately responded to with a dante quote that might have been accompanied by a lazy smirk not that long ago. instead, he just looked distressed.

and there was nothing i could do about it.

leaving was the smart choice, and we both knew it. when i had told him, asked him to come with me, i’d known deep down that if he had refused, i would never have seen him again. i was glad he was there, glad that he was giving me the chance to sweep him to safety, use my contacts, use my resources to keep us both alive for a lot longer than we would have had were we to stay in new york. but i didn’t like how grey he looked, i didn’t like that he hadn’t eaten anything, although my plate was hardly in a better state than his, i didn’t like that his gaze had never landed directly on me all day.

i glanced at my watch when he asked me a question, but before i could respond that there was just over an hour left until boarding, i heard him swear. my eyes snapped up, landing on his face then immediately following his line of sight to a redheaded holding a toddler’s hand and laughing. i frowned, turning back to him, but he was already standing up, i rose out of my chair, alarm and concern battling for dominance on my face as he left, abandoning me, and i opened my mouth again, “ wait- ”

he shot an excuse at me and i stalled, locking in my position as he disappeared. i glanced at the meals that there was no way we were finishing, then at cara in her carrier, and sank back down into my seat. I rested my head in my hands, and took a few deep breaths, before i dropped a few bills on the table, snatched up our carry-on bags, and carefully collected the cat, weighed down by too much to carry i knew i probably looked a sight, but i didn’t care. when casper emerged - a few minutes before i was about to burst into the bathroom myself and check on him, i felt my throat clench up - as if i’d forgotten how to talk to him at all.

“ hey - ” i couldn’t call him casper, not here, not with the name in his passport being different, “ are you okay? what happened back there? ”

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@vanishinq sent 🙌 / accepting

it was the best outcome, and we both knew it.

the bickering had never actually bloomed into anything as concerning as an argument, sharp little jabs at one another somehow staying firmly in the safe zone, away from the cutting remarks, the sneers, the cruel descriptions of our worst shortcomings. he was stressed, and i was trying very hard not to make anything worse, while also feeling my irritation prickle just under my skin at everything he was saying - i didn’t even know what had started it, but i knew i was practically vibrating with subdued annoyance.

“ you’re so fucking frustrating, ” i hissed, “ you never listen to me, ” i left the anymore unsaid, we had managed to go through a whole day without mentioning kit, i wasn’t willing to bring them back into the conversation. casper shot me a look, then, something that seemed somehow related to indignance, and i opened my mouth to snip at him again - he cut me off with his low, barely moving voice. shut up. for a moment, anger flared in my chest, and i pressed my lips together, just for a second before the dots connected in my head. a smirk, dark and daring, edged itself onto the corner of my mouth, and i held his gaze defiantly as i took a step towards him.

“ why don’t you make me? ”

just like that, his hand snapped up, closing around my neck and shoving me backwards, and though he wasn’t squeezing, not yet, i took a sharp breath that caught in my chest. there was a storm behind his eyes, and i watched it boil and twist until he decided whether anger or attraction would win out. his fingers flexed, as if considering tightening around my throat, and i felt my eyes widen with just a touch of concern - concern that softened almost immediately into something else as i felt my pulse tick up up up under his fingers. his lips crashed into mine, and i melted against him.

it was the best outcome.

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@audaciiae said: ❛ god , yes , beau, don’t stop . ❜ from ikaros / accepting

he was beautiful, the more he opened up to me, the more incredible he seemed to become. i knew, now, why his cheeks flushed gold instead of pink, i knew to be careful around his shoulders, and i had no idea what he saw in me…

but i knew how he reacted to my touch, and that was something i could work with. i knew just how to use my tongue against him, how deeply to take him into my throat before he started to moan, and exactly when to pick up my pace. his fingers curled through my hair, but didn’t tight, didn’t tug, and the gentle touch was almost more distracting than if he had lost control completely.

i glanced up at his face as he said my name, imploring me to keep going, and the beginnings of a smirk alighted on my face as i pulled myself up, making sure to drag my tongue as i did the exact opposite of what he wanted, stopping, just for a moment, to shoot him a smile filled with more innocence than our positions really suggested.         “ don’t worry, baby, ”       i murmured, dipping my head to press a kiss to the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh, my hand curving around his base so that i didn’t rob him of sensation completely - i wasn’t that cruel, not to him.        “ i’m not going to stop, ”      

my lips returned to his length, pressing a kiss to his head before i paused, flashing him another smirk,        “ not until you beg me to, ”       and with that, i took all of him into my mouth once more.

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*kisses your right cheek* *kisses your left cheek* *kisses your forehead* *kisses your temples* *kisses your mouth* *kisses your mouth* *kisses your mouth* *kisses your jawline* *kisses your neck* *kisses your neck* *kisses your neck* *kisses your neck* *kisses your neck* *kisses your collarbone* *kisses your shoulders* *kisses your chest* *kisses your tummy* *kisses your hips* *kisses your hips* *kisses your thighs* *kisses your thighs* *kisses your thighs* *kisses your thighs* *kisses your thighs* *kisses your thighs* *kisses yo

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@4ger said: ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ / accepting

“ eames, come on, ”      i whined, eyes squeezing shut.

eames’ voice was low in my ear, his breath warm on my neck, and so i let out a groan as i realised what he was doing. he had me braced against the wall, held too tightly to squirm out of his hold, and his body flush against mine, the weight of him a promise he wasn’t delivering. the unfortunate truth was, eames knew exactly what i wanted. he knew how to spot the signs, and he knew how to tease me back.

and part of that was stopping just shy of pushing into me, leaving me breathless with anticipation and having to bite back my own frustrated response to avoid making it any worse for me. it took a considerable amount of effort to hold my tongue, and i fixed an acidic glare on the wall in front of me, jaw clenching as i struggled to find something to say that wouldn’t just encourage eames to keep messing with me.

“ you’re not going to hold out on me, are you? ”       i pleaded, voice dripping with as much want as i could push into my voice, even as my body rocked back against his and i rolled my hips to feel his hardness press into my skin. my head turned, a glimmer of triumph flashing over my eyes as i caught sight of his expression, it was quickly replaced, however, with what could only be called a pout.        “ don’t you want me anymore, darling? ”        i asked, tone injured, and rubbed against him once more,        “ after i’ve been so good to you? ”

i didn’t get a chance to continue, eames let out a low sound, almost guttural, and i gasped as i felt him push inside of me. if there was one thing he knew, it was how to shut me up. 

[stevienick]

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reminder to fill in my interest tracker thank you

[iamalivenow]

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

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doin memes but in the mean time.... 🤲

[lunememes]

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

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Let go of me. I’m calm, see? Let go!

A humorless grin spreads the older vampire’s features — looks more like a grimace. Sunglasses return perched on his nose — hears a gasp near, a helpless moan: the man being fed on was not dead. Dyuuku sighs heavy, chest swelling and deflating. While his hold on the younger man’s hair is removed, he is quick to grab onto the back of his shirt instead. One lift of Dyuu’s foot and it comes crashing down on the victim’s throat — squashed like a seedless pumpkin, gore spreads in the mud, and life drains from him entirely. This is no mercy: this is to prevent the bastard from talking if he survives. Not that anyone would believe him, but he's not fond of rumors. They tend to reach the wrong people.

Dyuu’s gaze snaps back to the young vampire. “You’re comin’ with me.” He does not wait for a response, dragging the other and if he struggles, he seems to pay it no mind — once he reaches the vehicle, he is shoved inside, followed by Dyuu — door closes. Locks.

Dyuuku takes his seat across the young stranger. Leans back. Doesn’t seem to care gore and blood are staining his seats — he’ll have them replaced.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way: easy way you tell me who you work for, which territory are you from — because this city is my territory, and I don’t remember inviting you. Or — I extract it from you. It’s your choice.”

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any hope i had of bolting once he let go was quickly crushed as he took hold of my shirt, his grip still tight enough to keep me anchored to the spot, and i had to press my lips together to stop the frustrated huff from escaping me. i knew i’d fucked up, i knew i’d crossed a line that i couldn’t return from - and i wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do with me once he finished processing what i had done, but i had been held at the whim of an older vampire before, and i was in no hurry to repeat the experience. my eyes widened as he lifted his leg, and i turned my head just in time to avoid watching it land; the sound still reached my ears, and the irony of not being able to watch him die after tearing his throat out was not lost on me, even as i flinched at the final sickening crack.

my eyes slid back to his, now hidden behind his glasses and this time i actively tried to pull myself out of his grip. fight or flight almost as primal as the feeding frenzy i’d just been ripped from settling very resolutely on flight. but he was strong, and his steps didn’t falter at all as he dragged me along the street, and pushed me into the car. power had radiated from him when he’d first grabbed me, but now i knew that it was backed up with wealth, i was almost paralysed.

how many more of these vampires would i wrong? how many more would hurt me for it?

i watched him as he sat down, the door locked behind him, my lips pressed tightly together, wary, withdrawn, waiting for the threat. i didn’t have to wait for long. anything i had to say sounded pathetic, and this was exactly why i’d been trying to avoid letting myself get that far, because territory was important, and i didn’t have claim to any at all. i had tried to stay under the radar, managed it for the few months i’d been in the city without any problems at all, and now i’d thrown all that careful work away. “ i didn’t mean to. ” i said, after a pause, and lifted my arm to scrub some of the blood from my face with my sleeve, as if it would help the situation at all. Iit didn’t answer his question, and i doubted he would just ignore something like that simply because i told him it had been a mistake.

“ i don’t work for anyone. ” i mumbled, pressing as far back into the seat as i could, although i couldn’t take my eyes off of him, too prepared for him to pounce on me for killing in his territory. “ i was turned in g- ” i cut myself off, if lucian was still looking for me, i didn’t want to out myself as his escapee, i had no idea who his allies were, even this far away. “ in europe. but i don’t- i’m not- ” i cleared my throat, tried to slow myself down, but dread had settled its mantle heavily across my shoulders, and i couldn’t move. “ it was an accident. i don’t even remember what happened. ”

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what would you consider beau's biggest flaws? does he consider those his biggest flaws, or does he thinks otherwise?

beau is... he's highly self critical of himself, so he does know what his flaws are - intimately.

he’s highly emotional, he’s paranoid and he doesn’t communicate well under stress - all if which cause him problems in his personal ans professional lives.

he's suspicious of anyone he doesn't know super well, and those he knows so well he knows they wouldn't blink if he came to harm - but he's also very easy to manipulate or influence if he cares about you, or if you know which buttons to push.

he's also very sensitive to criticism, and is more likely to withdraw or get defensive than he is to actually fix whatever was being pointed out.

sometimes... and i love this man... but sinetined he thinks with his dick - and there have been several Situations that could have been easily avoided if he hadn't jumped into bed with someone (this is also the reason he doesn't sleep with his marks).

if he loves someone, platonically or not, he tries his best to be authentic and honest as he can, but it's very hard for him to bare all to people, not just because he could put them in danger, but because being that vulnerable is something that has hurt him before, and he never wants to be hurt like that again.