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@arkhospheleteon
｢#𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐍｣: independent, semi - selective, multimuse hub blog. including canon and original characters from many universes. low to medium activity. dead dove warning. do not follow if you're under the age of twenty - one. m/m focused. COMMANDED BY DIAKTOROS, twenty - four, he/him.
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he was asked to be a keynote speaker at some politician's gala, he was given permission to be agent ace again for one night for the sake of his adoring fans and to remind the public of his heroics for another government officials selfish plans, but instead of being out in the party and mingling with the guests hanson was in the room they let him borrow to get dressed in, hiding away; but he wasn't alone.
with his face pressed against the mirror, leaving smeared smudges and streaks behind, the man was barely able to keep his eyes open let alone speak as the person with him seemed to tauntingly buck their hips into him, enjoying the way he stretched around the impaling length, as some frantic p.a. for the politician hammered their hand against his dressing room door to gather him for his speech.
⟴ open to male tops ⥇ think joshua bassett; give him younger twink types; can be a fan, an active hero, an assistant/member of his pr team, etc.
after spending his entire teen years as batman’s protegee, tim decided to venture by himself in a quest to find his own identity. for the last six months, he operated as the vigilante known as drake. far from gotham, relying exclusively on his own skills and resources, following a strict rule of no contact with his family. but old habits are hard to let go and the former robin found himself once again in the company of an older, more experienced hero. tim’s hand was wrapped around ace’s length, thumb rubbing over the tip while he remained still, balls deep inside the blonde. “ that sounds important. aren't you going to answer? they must really need you out there. ” tim stepped back, pulling out almost completely, only to give ace another harsh thrust and press himself closer against the more muscular body. his lips playfully caught the blonde's earlobe, nibbling gently before whispering. “ but i need you more. send them away. ”
“There’s something I want to tell you.” Bucky had participated in some of the riskiest missions, faced numerous enemies all by himself, and not once did he feel nervous, not like this. “I met someone.” His lips curled into a faint smile, happy to at least get that part out of the way. Now that the first step was taken, might as well rip the bandage off. It was weird that he felt so ashamed for moving on with his life after his best friend was gone. “I wanted you to hear it from me. It's a man. I'm going out with a man." He pulled out his phone and handed it to Steve, displaying a photo of Bucky and a tall, blue-eyed blonde man. “This is all new to me, as you might imagine. I'm sure it's not something you were expecting. But... I'm happy, Steve.”
closed starter for @filterbroken | steve rogers.
i decided to make some gifs for myself for the first time in forever and i just realized that at some point i started using the wrong size for them. </3 devastating! guess i will just resize them and call it a day.
also unrelated, but i would love easy tutorials on how to set up a gif page because i have never really done it before and i would like to try to make it work! look at my baby below.
Sebastian had the place marked for weeks now, had been doing recon, surveillance, studying of blueprints, timing guards, everything that he could to find himself into the damn vault of the owner that was supposed to house his favourite: jewels. Countless of them, and that made the catburglar in him very, very happy for the pay day. Besides, who cared about the rich these days - no one.
What he hadn't expected was a handsome man pausing him, asking him with a literal wall of his own body in the doorway as he walked in and he had to be coy, suddenly. "You caught me," his voice soft, playful, tilting his head and all as he sized up the other. He could take him.
"Sebastian," he reached over, taking the whiskey from him and grinned. "I can't say it was the most thrilling social event I've been to, couldn't help but wander off in hopes of finding the proper, non-guest bathroom, you know how much cleaner they are.."
"Sebastian," He repeated after the man, bringing the whiskey to his lips. There was no guarantee it was a real name. Something about this man made Bruce highly suspicious. Every action, every small movement, every word coming out of his mouth. It all seemed calculated. A man who makes no mistakes. If Bruce were a different man, someone not trained to search for things out of place, he would not have spotted Sebastian slipping away.
“I can guarantee you every bathroom is perfectly clean. But since you're here, why not use my personal bathroom? Right over there." He pointed at the closed door with his head, taking another sip from his drink. "If you don't mind, I will wait here. I would love to take you back to the main event and hear more about you. Maybe I can even change your mind about how thrilling the event is. Are you much of a dancer?”
The best way to judge if the man was a threat or not was to learn more about him. If it was nothing more than a misunderstanding, at least he'd get to spend the night with a handsome man.
Auggie chuckled softly despite himself, a sympathetic smile pulling at his lips.
"I mean, 20 years is nothing to sneeze at," he pointed out. Was it over the top? Probably. Was he absolutely dreading the party because while he could talk anyone's ear off, people didn't usually enjoy it? A little. But his dad and Finn's mom were happy, they wanted to celebrate 20 years together.
"Your mom has always been a bit...extra. But you're always welcome out here. You know that." He took another long drink from his own beer, shrugging a shoulder.
"I still have other rangers to talk to, and campers and such on occasion. But I've always been better with animals, the outdoors, than people," he said with a small laugh. "I like it out here, anyway."
He wanted to ask how Finn was doing after his breakup, but one of Finn's statements when asking to come out was that he wanted to be away from their family for all that. So he managed to bite his tongue for now. Instead, he offered his stepbrother a small smile.
"Want to make some s'mores?" he offered.
Finn could appreciate a few hours surrounded by nature, registering all the beauty around him with a camera. Living in a cabin in the woods was a whole different situation. He was too much of a city boy to ever do anything like that. As much as Finn enjoyed August's company, he would only come over in very special occasions.
A playful smile graced his lips at the idea of his brother bringing other people over, wondering how much action someone would get in such a place. There was something romantic about being alone in the middle of nowhere, but he didn't think of August as someone who would take advantage of that.
“I have a better offer," He emptied another can and got up from his seat, standing right in front of his stepbrother, offering a hand to pull him up. “Don’t you have a lake around here? Why don't we go for a quick swim?”
Open to Any Plot: August lives in a cabin in the forest he helps patrol, your muse made the trip out to visit him. Potential Relations: Coworker, Partner, Friend, Inc*st/Stepc*st, etc.
"Admit it, this is a nice break from the city."
August was happy he'd managed to convince the other to come out to the middle of nowhere just to spend some time together. At least he wasn't going as far as making them camp. His cabin was cozy, simple, but he loved it.
They'd arrived later in the afternoon. Long enough for them to get settled in and for him to make them dinner. Now they were sitting on his back porch around his small fire pit with some drinks. There were still a few tendrils of the setting sunlight peeking through the trees, the sounds of the general wildlife in the trees offering some calming background noise.
"A break in nature is good for everyone."
“Anything to get away from our parents." Finn put down the empty beer can and popped open a new one. “Why are they making such a big deal of this renewal ceremony?”
Finn had initially agreed to take on the photographer role for the big event. But it didn't take long until he realized that working for his mom would drive him insane. To preserve his sanity, Finn backed out and let a trusted colleague deal with the pre-wedding photoshoot and all of his mother's ideas that would likely change a dozen times throughout the week. A few days in the middle of nowhere seemed like the perfect distraction.
“I know that you're supposed to celebrate your 20th anniversary, but come on. One would think we're celebrities with the scale of this thing.”
While Finn had always appreciated a little modesty, his main resentment stemmed from the fact that his four-year relationship had ended only a few weeks earlier. The idea of all of his family and friends pressing him for details and pitying him made him sick. He glanced at his stepbrother and chuckled.
“Must be nice being here all the time. No one to bother you.”
“Are you lost?” The question was posed with a hint of humor. Bruce stood in the doorway, seemingly unbothered by the serious invasion of privacy. “I am quite fond of a bit of conversation before bringing someone here. Never hurts to know the person you're taking to your bedroom.” The host of the fundraiser stepped inside the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Steel blue eyes studied the man who decided to make himself at home. Handsome, well-dressed, completely unfamiliar. Likely someone's plus one, likely someone with bad intentions. Bruce caught the stranger sneaking away from the main event and decided to follow, impressed by his silent and graceful movements despite his imposing physique. “Why don't you start talking? Starting with your name and explaining what on earth you are doing here.” Bruce made his way to the bar cart, pouring two glasses of whiskey. One was kept to himself while the other was handed to the intruder. “Don’t tell me the party was boring you.”
closed starter for @herosluts | catman.
I want to remake all my muse lists, but I have no patience to edit my current one. I think I will just make some temporary posts with basic information and call it a day. At least until I can find or make a simple one that pleases me. Decisions, decisions...
open to m. remi nohl, early twenties, nepobaby
"Get your fat cock out of my face I'm trying to sleep." - Remi murmured as he reached for the other cushion in his bed, tossing it to the person standing beside his bed. It was hard to keep himself from laughing, the two of them always messing around with each other like that. The blonde was sprawled out on the bed in his boxers, a little tipsy and content from their night out. "You didn't bring anyone home to pester? Shit you're streak's ended."
“All you do is sleep.” Wayne's quick reflexes kicked in just in time to catch the cushion. He threw it back at Remi right before jumping onto the bed. His massive frame hovered above his stepbrother, palms and knees planted on either side of him, caging him in with a big smile plastered on his face. Similarly to Remi, only a pair of tight boxers kept him from full exposure. “The streak's not over yet, bro.” Four days ago, Wayne jokingly said he could sleep with anyone he wanted. The boasting was turned into a bet, and suddenly he found himself taking a different partner home every day. One week was all he had to achieve, and he wasn't interested in ending his run without exploring all the available options. “It hasn't been twenty-four hours yet, and we're both here.” He leaned down, his face only a few inches away, pressing his crotch against Remi’s with a mischievous grin. “Why not help a brother out?”
"ah, i always knew you thought i was hot." as hard as beau tried to contain himself, he had never been all that tactful. his eyes were locked on the older man across the table from him, tongue running over his bottom lip. "you would always keep your eye on me during class." one hand stayed resting across the table, fingers drumming against the wood. his other hand was slipping under the table, exploring the air until he finally managed to rest it across professor elliot's knee. "awfully late for a taken man to be all by himself, no? trouble in paradise?" even as he pried, that same clever grin was spread across beau's face. the former frat boy had his charm on full blast, eager to get what he wanted. "just making conversation."
“ objectively, you are an attractive man. ” he repeated himself, as if stating it as a fact made it less personal. brian switched to defensive mode, ready to counter any observation beau exposed. “ i make eye contact with all my students. it's an effective way to get their attention when i'm speaking. ” while it was true that he made an effort to hold eye contact with most of the class, beau stood out in the crowd, and the professor occasionally stared at him. it was difficult to avoid. “ i don't have a curfew. you see, i’m not married to my mother. my wife has no reason not to trust me. ” and yet he said nothing about beau’s hand placement, only acknowledged it with a brief glance. “ if you are that fascinated by my relationship, i regret to inform you that there are no issues. wife's simply out of town. ” he turned over to request drinks for both of them. might as well entertain this for a little longer. his night was getting quite dull before beau showed up. “ if i remember correctly, you were awfully close to another one of my students. was that only a friend? ” he raised a brow, studying his face. “ why aren't you looking for someone more... age appropriate? "
@arkhospheleteon
"what is this about?"
nate knows that he's quickly began to become the black sheep of the family. a shame to most of their eyes. nate had been a golden child. polite, respectful, and most importantly? obedient. he killed what he was asked. completed his missions. got stronger. but recently? nate's hesitated. things have 'slipped' from him before he could get the finishing kill. and he knows that some people are beginning to suspect something is up. not that nate cares.
he just needs a few more gigs, and he'll have enough money to leave. he can become his own type of hunter. a hunter who fights to protect people, who doesn't just view each supernatural creature as a monster or a monster-in-hiding. "you wanted to talk to me, right?" he looked at the other man curiously. "is something wrong? no one's hurt, right?" he asked.
❝ sit down. ❞ the older hunter said in a commanding tone, standing in front of a large window, not even glancing at his nephew when he walked into the room. deep inside, he was furious and feeling betrayed. the first time a slip happened, harvey decided to be understanding and let it slide. but it had become quite clear that nate lost sight of the importance of their mission. to rid the world of all the abominations that threatened the innocent. it was up to harvey to knock some sense back into his nephew.
dragging a chair over, harvey sat directly opposite nate, angry blue eyes directed at him. ❝ you hesitated. ❞ he let the words hang in the air, accusatory. ❝ no one got hurt today. but what about tomorrow? what if the next time you hesitate, someone you care for gets hurt? do you care about this family at all? ❞
the older man leaned closer as he spoke, resting a hand right above nate’s knee, holding him in place with a steel - like grip. ❝ it breaks my heart that i must question your loyalty to us. i want to trust you, nathan. so i repeat my question, ❞ his voice lowered as he shortened the distance between them. both of his hands were now on his thighs, firmly restraining him while holding eye contact. ❝ can i trust you? ❞
open to: older m. feat. BEAU ALLENS, recently graduated frat president, shooting his shot with a former professor.
"you're not my professor anymore, so spare me the lecture." even when he was trying to be polite, there was a sharp edge to beau's words. his charming smile never faltered, practically painted across his face. "is it a crime to talk to someone attractive at the bar? all i wanted to do was let you know how hot you look tonight. sue me."
the boldness in those words caught the professor completely off guard and an involuntary chuckle escaped his lips. he had no intention of encouraging this behavior, but the compliment had made him feel extremely good about himself. “ that is very … kind of you to say, beau. you’re also a very attractive man, but i still see you as one of my students. and you know i’m … ” his gaze lowered to his hand casually resting on the table, more especially to the missing ring on his finger. “ … taken. ” his wife was out of town, off to a girls trip to celebrate her longtime friend's birthday. “ you may join me for a drink, and we can have a chat. just talking, nothing more. ”
Slowly trying to get back here as my schedule gets less busy. Hoping to do a big update to my muse pages once I'm fully free!!! For now, I'm happy to throw some tests muses everywhere. Checking all of your wanted faces and plots. 🕵️♂️
closed starter for @arkhospheleteon // for mark, from william
between finding out his longtime best friend was secretly a superhero, who's dad was a former superhero turned planet conqueror to meeting evil multiverse versions of mark to witnessing his best friend's near death on tv to conquest, william hadn't sorted out how best to process everything. a few years ago, mark had just been his fellow nerdy friend who hadn't rejected him when he came out and stood up for him in the hallways. but now? it seemed like the weight of the world sat on mark's shoulders daily.
there wiliam sat in his dorm room - alone, again, scrolling on his phone until he heard the window slide open with his best friend crawling through. "we have a regular door, you know," william joked, gesturing to the dorm room door that mark rarely used. "finally find time for your best friend? or is eve stealing you for the night?" william asked. it should've been a joke, but william couldn't hide the jealousy that dripped from his words. confronting his longtime crush on his best friend was just something william refused to do.
it hadn't been easy for mark either. since gaining his powers, his entire world has changed. to make things worse, his father went on a killing spree and left a big hole in the superhero community, leaving mark to fill out the space as best as he could. no matter how much he tried to help, it was never enough. at the same time he was risking his life to defend the helpless, suspicious eyes kept track of his every move, waiting for any sign of his father's madness to manifest. so he went back to the life he knew. and william was a big part of it. mark didn't always show how important his friend was to him. it was something he wanted to fix.
back to the dorm after unsuccessfully spending the last hour looking for something to punch, mark closed the window behind him as usual and pulled the curtains for privacy. pulling the shirt up and over his head, he casually began to undress in front of william as if it was nothing. first the top half of the suit, then the bottom, leaving the hero standing in nothing but boxers.
❝ i'm trying to be lowkey. the window's the fastest way in. ❞ he argued. ❝ don't be dramatic. i was here earlier. it’s not my fault you were busy. ❞ mark was too distracted looking for sleepwear to notice any signs of bitterness in his best friend's words. ❝ no —— eve needs some time for herself. i don't think she wants to see anyone for a while. ❞ his own voice sounded bitter, which he tried to mask with a smile as he turned over to william, holding silk shorts in his hands while dark boxers hugged his thighs and bulge very tightly. ❝ i hope you're not sick of me yet. i will probably be around a lot more lately. things seem to have calmed down outside since... the incident. ❞ he says as he puts on his shorts and throws himself at his own bed. ❝ maybe it's the calm before the storm. something big is coming soon, i’d imagine. ❞
open / daniel is bisexual and versatile, top lean.
your muse asked daniel for a one on one acting lesson after class. he is more than happy to oblige, because who is he to deny a student who wants to learn?
" you're very stiff. give me your hands. " daniel says, not even waiting for a response before grabbing them and pulling them close, letting their body lean against him as he guides them to a better position. they were the ones to ask for a one on one lesson. if they expected him to be as nice as he is in a classroom, then that's their fault.
because as far daniel is concerned, the best acting lessons he ever had didn't happen in a four-wall room in an education institution. he learned it like this. " you're an actor, not a puppet. remember that. " he says, his voice still has an edge to it, but softer now. easier to listen to. " and relax. i can practically feel your nerves right now. "
the comment was met with a frown, but gregg was being manhandled before he could open his mouth to argue. the non-existent distance was a surprise, leaving the student in a state of internal panic. he had never stood this close to daniel, his incredibly attractive tutor who everyone is obsessed with, including gregg himself.
his behavior was unlike his normal self, as he prides himself on his dedication and quick thinking. that wasn't the case today. it seemed like he was in some sort of spell, still processing daniel’s strong grip on him and the way it made his body react. only the tutor's dominating voice snapped him out of it.
❝ i’m not a puppet, ❞ he repeated, as if to remind himself. just like that, they were no longer student and tutor. instead, they were partners in a scene. which, in this case, judging by the closeness of their bodies, meant that they were lovers. a role he was more than happy to take.
eyes locked with the older man, hands reaching for him and holding tight. ❝ i don't want you to go. stay here with me. ❞ in that moment, he created a lifetime between them, trying to immerse himself in these characters’ love story. instead of relaxing, he leaned into it and played it as if the nervousness was coming from his role. ❝ give me one more chance and i will be better. ❞
Ollie remained silent as he willingly let Ike take his phone this time. The damage was already done, how much worse could it get? "Judgmental? The guy said he wanted to fuck me into next week. Is that really what I'm looking at here?" There was an amused tone in his voice, however his eyes went wide when he heard what this James had apparently sent. "Are you- what the fuck, man?" He wasn't sure whether to be amused or disgusted, maybe a combination of both, but when he watched Ike delete the app, he felt relief.
"Not that I don't appreciate your efforts, but I just don't know if there's a guy out there for me right now. At least not someone I don't know in a bar or whatever..." Part of him wondered if he should look closer to home, maybe if there was anyone he already knew, but he wasn't about to approach that one. He dragged his eyes away from Ike, not wanting to be caught staring at the dark haired man. "I'll agree to go out with you for drinks, but I'm not going out with the intent to get laid by some stranger. If it happens, I want it to be natural." He reached over and gave Ike a playful shove, smiling over at him.
Dating apps weren't that bad once you started taking the very graphic messages as compliments. Isn't it nice to know how others are affected by your profile? He was aware that the same pick-up line and pictures were being shared with countless others. Now that his bright idea was officially a bust, Ike's goal was to drag Ollie outside, visit a crowded place, and meet new people. In all honesty, Ike needed this just as much. It was much easier to focus all of his energy into someone else and ignore all the things going wrong in his life. "Of course there's someone out there. But you won't know it unless you get out of the house. Do you expect The One to just come knocking on the door?" Ike flashed a big smile, proud of himself for winning Ollie over. Even if the results came from wearing him down, not by logic and persuasion. "If it happens— and you bring someone home, I could rent a room for the night. Let you have the house all to yourself, so you can get as wild as you want." He said teasingly, shoving his friend back. "My job here is done. Good night, Ollie." Still in a playful mood, Ike got up from the couch, leaned down to place a kiss on top of Ollie's head, and patted him gently, like a good parent tucking their child to bed. Amused by himself, he headed over to his bedroom to get some shut-eye. The next morning, as a way to show his gratitude, Ike set up an alarm for early so he could get out of bed before Ollie and start preparing breakfast for both of them. It was his way of showing how much he appreciated Ollie for letting him stay. An easy, small thing that would hopefully make his friend's day better before he left for work. At the table, he set a few plates with different options. Toasts, pancakes, croque-monsieurs. The smell of coffee filled the air, which he hoped would invite Ollie into the kitchen. Ike stood in front of the stove, messy hair, unbuttoned shirt, and the smallest shorts, but smiling proudly at himself for all his effort while preparing a brie omelette. The amount of food was excessive for just two, but he wasn't quite sure of Ollie's preferences, and asking would ruin the surprise. So he tried a bit of everything, hoping to get something right.
