𝐖𝚨𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

[agtmadani]

READ TAGS + RULES BEFORE INTERACTING. this is a private / selective roleplay blog for 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝚨𝚮 𝐌𝚨𝐃𝚨𝐍𝐈 [ . . . ] inspiration for this muse is taken from a vast majority of existing medias as well as headcanon and the source. any work that is not mine, i will credit appropriately.

˹ 𝐈 ˼  mains. ˹ 𝐈𝐈 ˼  verses.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ˼  visage.   ˹ 𝐈𝐕 ˼  prose.   ˹ 𝐕 ˼  lore.   ˹ 𝐕𝐈 ˼  aesthetic.

𝐈. understand that i have a life which sometimes leaves me away from tumblr for weeks. so very often i am on hiatus without mention, and i will not apologize for it. if this isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i mean it. i will go 8 months not answering your thread and pick it up like no time passed. if that isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i will not entertain guilt-tripping behavior.

𝐈𝐈. i don't always do follow for follow. if you're mutuals with one of my close friends then there is a much higher possibility.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. i am much more open to mains. however, i do not collect muses. if i am writing with a certain character already, i will not seek out other writers of this character.

𝐈𝐕. i love writing pre-established dynamics, often if someone sends in a ask before we have written, i will make my muse speak as if they know each other and we can fill the details in later. i will always ask if something is okay if i feel like it might be over stepping. i am okay with first meetings as well. i love writing shippy things, however i do not ship easily if we are not friends. i would like to actually have a friendship with the person i am shipping my muse with, that being said, i am perfectly okay with unrequited dynamics. on a side note, i do not do pre-established family dynamics unless we have plotted intensely.

𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i state otherwise. i understand being inspired by other writers, but i would appreciate it if you did not steal or copy anything from me.

𝐕𝐈. do not interact with me if you use AI in anyway to roleplay. i will block you.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. listen, if you follow me first and i follow back and you make absolutely no effort in trying to communicate with me and i find out you soft block me. i will hard block at this point to avoid accidentally following you again, because at this point you have shown me you have no interest and no desire to write with me, and i will give you the same energy back. so please do not attempt to follow me again or connect with me again on any of your other blogs either. like i mention before, i do not always do follow for follow, so if i follow you i have an interest in writing with you, however if you have read my rules you will know that work keeps me away from tumblr most of the time, so if you do not follow me with the intention of reaching out to me, then do not follow me at all. they'll be no hard feelings, but if you soft block after i follow you, then i will close further communications with you. i have no space for impatience, lack of communication or just bad energy.

[kensthjerte]

The Punisher 2 x 12

[nowfather]

❛  i  take  it  you  aren’t  convinced  of  what  i’ve  preached  of?  i  invited  you  here  hoping  you  would  listen  with  an  open  mind.  your  face  betrays  you,  it  shows  your  skepticism.  ❜ [ @agtmadani / liked for a starter. ]

[agtmadani]

being  lost  was  a  feeling  that  felt  foreign  to  dinah.  she  had  always  been  sure  of  everything.  but  lately  her  mind  was  a  mess.  she  drank  more  to  numb  the  weakness  that  crept  by  inside  of  her  and  reminded  her  of  all  that  she  had  lost  to  get  where  she  was.  joseph’s  invitation  at  felt  like  a  sign,  a  way  back  to  who  she  was.  she  had  not  been  religious  like  her  father,  but  she  did  not  judge  those  who  were.  she  had  faith  in  system…  but  that  system  had  failed  her  and  so  many.  now  she  was  picking  up  the  broken  pieces.   joseph  had  spoke  with  such  conviction  and  passion,  she  felt  herself  afraid  of  falling  for  something  else,  letting  herself  gain  faith  in  another  thing.

when  the  sermon  had  ended  dinah  had  been  spotted  by  him  before  she  could  slink  away  without  giving  her  opinion.   a  small  smile  spread  a  crossed  her  face  and  she  lowered  her  gaze  before  bringing  it  back  to  his  eyes.  ❛  you’re  right…  i  can’t  help  it.  ❜  dinah  gave  a  vague  shrug,  ❛  i  know,  i’m  not  being  fair.  ❜  her  voice  trailed  off  into  silence,  ❛  they  all  seem  to  believe  you  though…  makes  me  wish  i  was  capable  of  that.  ❜      

[galedekarios]

“I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”

—

Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema LVII” (tr. James O’Connor)

(Original: No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando.)

[agtmadani]

all  that  she  had  known  felt  like  it  was  unraveling  inside  of  her  like  a  ball  of  twine  left  to  roll  off  without  a  stop.  he  asked  trust,  something  that  was  earned  not  given  away  freely.  dinah  had  not  drawn  her  gun  yet—she  saw  no  need  to  threaten  him.  her  relationship  with  him  had  always  been  complex,  their  two  worlds  being  entirely  different  from  each  other,  yet  they  had  been  drawn  to  together  all  the  same.  she  could  not  allow  faith  to  steer  her  the  way  he  did.  she  needed  more  than  that.  dinah  did  not  shy  away  from  him  when  he  approached  her.  her  eyes  averted  from  him—he  was  not  entirely  wrong  in  his  statement  of  mankind.  dinah  knew  there  was  weakness,  that  america  was  fragile.  but  that  was  what  she  fought  for,  she  fought  for  that  weakness,  she  wanted  her  strength  to  be  enough  for  all  of  those  who  needed  it.  she  needed  to  believe  in  something,  and  her  faith  was  buried  in  the  system,

❛  if  you  keep  this  up…  if  you  continue  like  this…  ❜  dinah’s  eyes  could  not  meet  his  as  she  bit  her  lip.  she  was  hesitating.  she  knew  that  if  joseph  seed  proved  to  be  the  danger  that  he  had  been  accused  of,  she  would  have  a  duty  to  bring  him  to  justice.  ❛  at  the  very  least...  tell  me  the  truth—the  crimes  you’ve  been  accused  of…  is  there  any  truth  to  them?  ❜  lie.  lie.  lie.  goddammit,  just  lie.  dinah  pleaded  in  her  head,  hoping  that  this  one  time  he  would  spare  her  the  truth.

continued from here. / @nowfather

[lizzyisameme]

literary sexts vol. 1 poetry meme

Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!

source and amazon buy link.  

I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself.  If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second.   Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!  

Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue.    —Lizzy.  

Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.

My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.

I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.

Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.

You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.

You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.

You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.

My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.

Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.

Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.

How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you… 

My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.

Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.

I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.

Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.

I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.

Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.

You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.

It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.

Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.

Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.

The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.

Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.

You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.

My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.

My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.

I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.

I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.

We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.

My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.

My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.

The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.

Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.

When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.

Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.

You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.

I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.

You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.

I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.

My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.

You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.

The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.

We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.

You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.

You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.

The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.

I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.

The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.

I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.

I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.

You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.

I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.

[agtmadani]

like for a starter.

[agtmadani]

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. work in progress. all links will lead to craft.

main i main ii. main iii. death stranding. final fantasy xvi. grishaverse.

[benbarnxs]

A gifset for episode • Dinah Madani

2x11 - The Abyss

[karenpage]

Amber Rose Revah as Dinah Madani in The Punisher season 2 (2019)

[agtmadani]

this is a portrayal of dinah madani from the series the punisher.  written by yana.  inspired by other media sources and headcanons.  WIP PINNED POST

𝐈. be a decent human being. we are all writers just trying to enjoy some time away from the stress of reality. this is the least you can do. 𝐈𝐈. i do not do follow for follow all the time. i apologize if this offends some people. i want to keep my space as safe as i can for myself. that being said, i am more likely to follow back if you make an attempt to speak to me. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. however, i am much more open to mains. and when i take on mains, it will only ever be limited to three of a character. that being said, when i am writing with a certain character i do not seek out others writing that character. i also will always be respectful to my writing partner. 𝐈𝐕. i admit that i love writing ships and shippy things. however, i do not ship easily unless we are friends. also, our muses must have chemistry. sometimes that is only discoverable after writing back and forth a few times. 𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i have stated otherwise. please do not copy or steal anything from this blog.

[ilya-rozanova]

AMBER ROSE REVAH as DINAH MADANI ⟶ THE PUNISHER, season 1 episode 5

[agtmadani]

hellsdevil​.   ████  ❛  𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

❛ yes agent, perhaps you can. but what you’re doing is wasting my time… and forgive me for assuming you had something relevant to speak on. i’m a busy man, madani… — are your supervisors aware of this… meaningless interrogation? ❜

❛ frank castle was a man of honor — he had his own codes. his actions may have spoken violently but he was a man who cared for the innocent — tell me agent madani… will you miss all those murderers, gangsters, and drug dealers… amongst others, that he put behind bars? i doubt it — if anything, frank castle was a man who made life easier for the law, as far as you’re concerned. he was a good man who fought for our country… frank castle deserved more than me or my partner, nelson, could give him. i may not have agreed with his actions, but frank castle was a better man than most. ❜  

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝚨𝚮 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝚮𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝚨𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝚨𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝚮𝐄𝐌 𝚨𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝚮𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝚨 𝐖𝚮𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑, ❝ no, my supervisors aren’t aware—listen, if it’s castle’s reputation you’re trying to preserve than i understand… but i’’m not looking to ruin the legacy of a dead man…i’m— ❞ she exhaled and lowered her gaze attempting to slow her breath. she should have expected a lawyer to be less than willing to cooperate with law, especially federal agents—they hadn’t always had a good reputation.

❝ codes? ❞ dinah scoffed and shook her head, ❝ you’re a lawyer mr. murdock—you’re whole profession is to uphold the law. ❞ dinah stepped away from him and shook her head in disbelief, ❝ of course i don’t miss any of them, but… i have to have faith in our system… i have to… ❞ her voice drifted off, recalling the fact that carson wolf had been a dirty cop the entire time. she couldn’t blame men like castle who sought their own justice—but i she fell now, where would her beliefs stand? dinah leaned against the table and released another sigh, ❝ i want justice for a man who didn’t deserve his fate… i need to know what sort of man castle is… and if— ❞ she paused, halting her tongue before she gave away too much information, ❝ if you held him in such high regard, then maybe.... maybe that’s of use to me. ❞

[beautbird]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓.    ❨ written by lissi / 18 + only. ❩ 

[agtmadani]

jigsawd.   ████  ❛  𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

he shook his head, stifling a laugh. ❛ no no, its okay. ❜ he pushes himself to his feet and closes the gap between them, placing his hands onto her cheek, and pressing his lips to her forehead. ❛ honestly, it’s kind of sweet — she cares that much about you she’s willing to interrogate me. ❜ the laughter he was holding in spills in-between words.

❛ i don’t think she’d particularly…    like what she found in my brain — you’re mom might find out i’m actually really boring and unsuited for marriage, or whatever. ❜ he joked, seating himself next to her. an eyebrow raises at her words, its annoying the way he find his heart beating rapidly against his chest… am i scared?… he questions himself, his actions and his feelings all in one sitting. ❛ i think admitting you like me would be enough to satiate me. for now. ❜  

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝚨𝚮’𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝚱𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝚮𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝚨𝐂𝐄 𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝚮𝐄𝐃 𝚮𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝚮𝐄𝚨𝐃—there was no hiding it, her only saving grace was the fact that he was so tall, that he couldn’t see her face at the moment. she sighed unintentionally and looked up at him. she was a terrible liar, he already knew this. there was no reason for her to try and hide what she felt in this moment. it was overwhelming… and terrifying.

❝ still, i wish she would consult me first, before she decided you needed… therapy. ❞ she laughed along with him and rested her head against his chest. it felt more comfortable than her own bed. the mention of marriage caused her too look up with shock in her eyes—she was relieved to see the joking smile still plastered onto his face. a sigh escaped her, it felt like relief, but there was a certain disappointment that crept inside her like a parasite, she felt it crawl over her skin like a terrible itch. she feigned a smile realistic enough for the occasion as he took his seat next to her, after she sat down on her bed. ❝ if i give you that much—then i might have to keep giving you things… ❞ she faked a gasp and her real smile overtook her countenance, ❝ i am not sure that’s a very good idea. ❞

[agtmadani]

hellsdevil.   ████  ❛  𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

he clears his throat and grips his cane lightly. giving a light nod, he hums. ❛ hmm… ❜ he knew the truth behind frank castle, perhaps he’d never know how frank escape certain death but he knew frank was alive and for matt, “loyalty amongst thieves” of some sort. frank helped him fight against the japanese the last he saw, though at the time he was a already presumed dead. and in matts eyes, frank was a ally who he would never sell out.

❛ agent madani — this line of questioning is certainly off topic. ❜ he adds with a small chuckle following his words. ❛ you’re curious about this. why? were my client alive and being held by homeland, perhaps i would understand, but… isn’t there more work to be done for you, a homeland security agent, than focus on a dead man? … now, that? i find more interesting than any reason than me taking up castles case. why dig this up? ❜ 

❝ off topic? ❞ dinah’s mouth straightened and swallowed hard—it seemed as though karen page wasn’t the only one tight lipped about frank. ❝ i’m the reason you’re here… so, isn’t it safe to say that i can change the topic freely? ❞ dinah forced a smile—knowing he would not see it. she sighed deeply, quite resigned with the walls built up, 

❝ there’s more to my case then i can explain… but your cooperation would help greatly in that matter… and my questions well… ❞ she trailed off, an instinctive shrug before her eyes were back on the lawyer, ❝ it would be greatly appreciated—i wasn’t there at the castle trial… what sort of man was he?… did you believe that he was good in any aspect? ❞

[wintersvldierr]