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Reblog if you’re multiple ship, but also allow Polyamorous ships..

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Plotting:if you want to plot a thread then go ahead and send me a message so we can start plotting a thread.

Random Tag: don't want to plot anything, or can't think of anything?, you can always just tag a random starter, or even send me an ask.

Memes: If I post a meme, you are more then welcome to use it to start a thread with me.

Dropping:if at anytime you feel a thread is not going anywhere, or the muse you had for that thread is gone. Then just go ahead and drop it, but be sure to let me know through message/ask.

Replies: Some replies might be a little slow, I might be busy with something. But I might also have a picky muse, and only want to do certain threads, but don't worry I will get around to them eventually.

Forgotten: if you think that I might have forgotten a reply for a thread, then let me know about it. I might have forgotten about it, or I might have just missed it by accident.

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//gonna work on replies once I get some time today :>

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Cain af

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Happy Father's Day pirate daddy

Thank you <3

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me: takes a week to respond to a thread

rp partner: responds five minutes later

me: oh sweet baby jesus

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@a-doomed-moon @prissyblondprick @bitchnav

xD damn Abel. Nail on the head or nah?

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Praxis chuckled, his voice light and airy, his expression filled with pleasure. “I’m not going to do it all at the same time, silly. We can take our time..sometimes Ethos works late.” He shuddered, continuing: “Mmm..keep going. You’re doing so well.” He allowed his eye to shut for a moment as he let out low moans. 

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“Ah! I’m sorry! I just— I just wanted to check on…”

Whether you were still alive or just dead. He couldn’t say that. It felt stupid after the whole shock deal went away naturally. It had only be a dream and a dream alone, what was there to worry about? But the heavy weight on his shoulders, and that deep sensation of burning emptiness, those felt real enough, yet how could he even begin to explain it?

Quick, he needed a good excuse.

“I was just… you know… I… nothing, nothing to worry about, no, sorry for waking you up, Praxis. Can you go back to sleep?”

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Praxis blinked a few more times, finally becoming more awake. He noticed that something was weighing on Ethos’ mind, and since he’d made a promise to Ethos (in his own head, of course) to treat him better, he knew he had to press him for an answer. 

“I’m awake now.” He could hear that his tone sounded annoyed, so he quickly added “Don’t worry about waking me. What’s wrong? What did you want to check on?” Ethos looked concerned to say the least, and he knew that it couldn’t be nothing. 

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Waking up suddenly, he was still too dizzy to know what had happened; a terrible nightmare still shaking him from his very core made his breathe as if he had ran for miles when apparently he had been in one place and one place alone this whole time. The details were blurry, probably not really making sense, but he was still able to feel the bitterness the images shown by his mind produced, and the terror it gave him. It had something to do with Praxis dying, most probably, because if he had to analyze it properly nothing of that was possible— but just in case…

Ethos quietly stood out of the bunk bed and peeked over the one on top to make sure his fighter was still there. The mass of flesh and bones covered by skin and sheets laid there, but it wasn’t enough… the navigator waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room to make sure Praxis was still breathing, even hoping to get some noise from him to confirm it. 

Once that was done, the smaller male couldn’t really help himself, caressing a strand of hair that rested on the other’s forehead. Relief washed over his whole body, relaxing almost instantly, but what would he ever do if something happened to his fighter? Would he be able to even do anything about it? Was he even going to be able to remain by Praxis’ side if the situation stayed the same?

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Praxis mumbled in his sleep sometimes, and this evening was no exception. He was always a light sleeper. Well, he was a heavy sleeper before he lost his first navigator, but the horrific event often haunted him in his dreams. The message within was always consistent: You should have done more. It wasn’t enough. 

When he felt the gentle touch on his face, his eye shot open, nervousness rising quickly in his chest. His eye adjusted as best it could while he attempted to sit up, disoriented by sleep. “What? What’s going on?” He sat up with a groan, his back aching from work and the uncomfortable mattresses they were forced to sleep on. He blinked the sleep from his eye, squinting at the sight of his much smaller navigator standing near their beds. “Ethos? Gods, you startled me. What is it?”

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The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.

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Could I request praxisxethos owo? Please and thank you <3

this was originally gonna be nice and innocent i stg

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cough cough ;) @asteriskcs

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“Fuck, boy..choke on it..” He groaned, forcing himself deeper. Praxis worked his pants the rest of the way off, placing his hands on Abel’s back as he moaned freely. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll need me to carry you around for a week. Take your fingers out so mine can fuck you.” He licked his own fingers, preparing them for Abel’s ass.

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“Wait!” Before he could stop himself, Praxis caught hold of Helios’ wrist. Shit. He hadn’t thought of what to say, or what to do, really, as he’d just acted on impulse. 

“You..you can tell me. Uh, sorry. That this is..” He paused, trying to think of the right word to describe their situation. “Weird? You don’t have to go if I’m making you uncomfortable..I’ll just go.” 

Praxis’ heart was racing in his chest, and he realized he hadn’t let Helios go yet, so he quickly let go once it crossed his mind. “Sorry..” 

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He should have seen the knee jerk reaction coming but with everything it actually caught him by surprise. Feeling Praxis’ hand around his wrist has him stopping dead in his tracks but he doesn’t turn, he doesn’t look. He… can’t. Sure, there was a part of him that wanted to see if Praxis looked as flustered as he sounded, not that Helios doubted he was, but there was also a part of him that was afraid to see it. 

“Don’t…” he finally chokes out. “I mean… you don’t have to… go that is.” Helios knew he wasn’t going to get away with running at this point, as much as he wanted to. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Praxis, it was more that he just didn’t know what to think or feel or anything really when it came to him. “Its not… its not you okay? I just…”

Feeling Praxis let him go has Helios’ heart sinking a bit, slowing. When had it started to beat harder though? (About the time Praxis grabbed him…) He… he wanted that contact back, not that he could explain why, but he did. 

Slowly, Helios turned to face Praxis but he kept his eyes trained anywhere but on the other’s. “Look I just, I don’t get it okay? I don’t get why…”

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Praxis stared down at the other fighter, hoping to catch his gaze, even if just for a moment. He had to know if he was feeling the same strange way that he was..

“What is it? What don’t you get?” He stepped closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The urge to reach out once more was strong, especially when Helios was acting this flustered. The two hadn’t had much interaction before, but the fire burning in his cheeks and his chest was a sign that he definitely wanted that to change. 

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Abel gasped at the hand that ran up his shirt, his face immediately heating up all over again. “P-Praxis…” He couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he needed him, and he could wait no longer to give into his desires. 

Desperate for more of Praxis’ affections, Abel slid his shirt over his head again, tossing it onto the floor before locking lips with the other, humming contently that things had worked out for the better. As far as he was concerned, nothing would ruin this moment…at least until Ethos eventually returns to the room.

Praxis pushed back, his hands working next on removing Abel’s pants as his tongue explored his mouth. A small alarm was sounding in his head, reminding him that Ethos could be back at any moment, but Praxis ignored it, allowing the images of what he was going to do to Abel to take over instead. 

Their lips broke apart to allow him to speak. “Call me Isaak, please..” He lifted Abel’s legs so he could struggle to tug off his pants, too focused on kissing him to worry about clothing at the moment.

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cain: HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE I HAVE FEELINGS DEIMOS

cain: [has a date with abel under the stars]

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//rest of replies will have to come later I’m not feeling well ;-;