Place of Employment- Hell

Dmitri Meyer; Interning at Mt. Massive Asylum and hoping to work my way up the ranks at Murkoff. Not going as planned. I'm stuck in a dead end job... a phrase far more literal than it should be...

[corporateasshole-andlovingit]

Causality without Counterfactuals: Finale

The bitter conclusion.

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Indefinite Hiatus

[Oh man guys. Never thought I’d fizzle out but that day has finally come. For the last few months I've been really inactive and I’m sure it hasn't gone unnoticed. I feel sluggish and exhausted with this blog, not so much Dmitri’s muse, just running the actual blog. I don't want to force myself to doing this when my heart’s not all in it, cause RPing is supposed to be fun.

I won’t be deleting, because I still very much love this asshole and all of the threads he’s been involved with some wonderful and lovely muns. And besides, I may be back someday. Maybe Outlast 2 will hype me up again and I’ll return. But as of now, Imma say goodbye. I’ll still be on skype if anyone wants to hmu! Also you can follow my personal blog AND my art blog, once i get it going anyway haha! Also a new Mad Max OC!

I love all you guys, though. You’ve all gotten me through some rough times interacting with your muses and you’re all so damn talented, in both writing AND art. Love you guys so much and I’ll see y’all around.]

[zenis]

so glad he found work after outlast :”)

[ifridiot]

zen o my god

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Dmitri immediately rolled over on top of the shorter man, rolling his hips down to grind their cocks together. So good, even just the momentary pause set forth by Tobi had seemingly increased the intensity of it.

“Looks like neither of us is in the mood for cuddling.” Dmitri whispered raggedly into the other’s ear before leaning down to lick up his neck. He gave himself a moment to treat the soft skin there with kisses, which soon turned into biting and suckling- all the while frotting in a slow, sensual rhythm. He could play dirty, too- knew perfectly well how to act like a little shit when he wanted to.

Then, he realized he just couldn’t take it anymore, he had fuck this man or he was going to lose his mind.

Reaching down he guided himself back to Tobi’s entrance, and with one determined push, he was inside, hammering away with an entirely new second wind. Fuck, still so slick and hot and so fuckin’ tight.

“Goddamn…”He got out in a strangled moan. “T-Tobi… ahh, fuck.”

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You little shit.

This guy wasn’t like the others. As pretty as Dmitri was, no way any of his other lovers would have pulled off. Maybe stop to keep the ride going, but not Tobi, who completely unsheathed and wore that shit-eating grin. It was different and… actually a huge turn on.

“No, come on, please,” Dmitri whined as he rocked his hips up, trying to rub his aching cock against anything that would provide friction. But Tobi had moved well out of his reach- on purpose no doubt, too sadistic to even give him such a small amount of pleasure.

“Fuck, I love it. I love it so fuckin’ much just…” He tried to reach down past Tobi’s thighs to touch himself, near desperate to have something edge him closer to his climax. “Please, I wanna be back inside. Your ass is perfect, so tight, please.”

He stared up at the man who had him pinned to the mattress, blue eyes big and sad, bottom lip trembling. He wanted it. He wanted it bad, damn near needed it.

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i love wayrider as much as he loves dick

[zenis]

okey doke i really hate to make another one of these posts but it gets more urgent by the day so hi im zen. i’ve recently moved out on my own sort of but it’s gone very very badly. i’ve moved in with my sister, her boyfriend, and a seemingly fluctuating amount of other people. being a first-time mover who was desperate to get out of my old situation, i was ready to move just about anywhere. however, in this case ‘anywhere’ ended up being a shitty, disgusting decades-old farm house in the middle of nowhere. My room is severely undersized and I feel cramped at all hours of the day; its also really ugly which i know isnt the main thing but trust me it gets to you. the bathroom is disgusting and rusty; the bath tub is in some state of disrepair and the showerhead is rusty and decades old. the water smells and tastes like rotten eggs, making drinking it impossible, let alone showering in it. the house is eternally caked in some film of dirt because the family is hoarders. everything stinks. the locks on doors don’t work. my sister lied about a lot of things (such as the size of the room) and also about how i would mostly have the upstairs to myself but no my neighbors are her boyfriends parents who are extremely loud, chain smoking, and otherwise anxiety inducing. the nearest town is a half hour drive. all this for 200 bucks a month. So I need to get the fuck out of here as soon as I can because yeah this is not only exasperating my mental health issues to dangerous levels but also my physical health is taking a toll, and i’ve only been here a few days. I seriously, desperately need to get out of here as soon as humanly possible. - I live in the NW region of Indiana. I can’t give you specifics because i still dont know the address sorry.  - I do not know how to drive so I’ll either need to arrange some sort of taxi service or you’re going to need to pick me up. i WILL pay for gas. - i have a large desktop computer. id prefer to have a place for it since its my main lifeline but its fine if i cant plug it in anywhere i understand but its also the only large unwieldy thing im bringing as im getting rid of 90% of my possessions. - id prefer the place to be reasonably clean but beggers cant be choosers. id also prefer if i know you somewhat but again lol. If i cant find a place to move within the week im getting rid of everything and moving to a homeless shelter. ty for reading

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[been watchin to much bobs burgers. Just kidding you could never watch too much bobs burgers]

[ifridiot]

Anybody interested in some commissions so I can pay some bills maybe?

Some guidelines:

No more than three (3) characters to a commission

Direct your questions to my inbox

Payments must go through paypal

I will draw

OCs and Characters from shows/movies/comics

AU variations of characters (example: Cyberpunk Barry Allen)

Gore

Sensual/Romantic art

Single-panel scenarios

Surreal imagery

I will not draw

Porn

Elaborate backgrounds

Full comics

Mecha/Giant Robots/Robot suits

[zenis]

come watch me draw shit mite b nsfw mite be fanart who knows what it gonna be lol

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come see me draw garbage to shit music B)

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“Fuck, I love it.” Dmitri growled, Tobi’s heady gaze being returned with nearly the same fervor. He white knuckled the sheets beneath him as he gave Tobi a shit eating grin.

“But it looks like you’re loving my cock even more, hm? Oooh yeah, if anyone’s easy,” He bucked his hips upward to create a solid slap against Tobi’s ass. “I’d think it would be you.”

His hand, still rubbing all over Tobi’s shaft, stopped for a moment to squeeze the pretty, pink head. Precum oozed out and coated his palm and he bit his lip in another grin. He then did what a good lover would and started jerking of the shorter man- who was still bouncing on top like his life depended on it.

It was getting harder and harder to focus on what he was doing, though, with that tight ass constricting around him and he groaned as Tobi ground down onto his pelvis. When the other started back up with the impressively rapid pace, a tiny whine slipped out of him. Damn, this son of a bitch knew what he was doing.

“Jesus… agh fuck, I love it!” Dmitri praised. “Whatever the hell you do, don’t fuckin’ stop!”

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Causality without Counterfactuals

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Oh, this was just not doing it for him. He wanted to see blood, and even with a riled up Walker - the man who’d ripped off heads from shoulders with little more effort than an average human being would flick the cap of a bottle open - the former interned had writhed out of the iron grip and now scuttled and crawled away.

Jeremy Blaire wanted to see the vermin crushed under the monster’s bare foot.

“WALKER!” He bellowed, his finger sliding down the command sheet onto the underlined personal trigger phrases.

“Jack’s got a frag! Right lung collapsed, he’s gonna BLEED OUT! GO!”

It was scary how the arrangement of words like he’d spoken them, and no other way, seemed to switch the ex-Marine from furious to downright animalistic. With a roar, he grabbed Dmitri by the neck and shoved him face down against the cement.

The soldier wasn’t wearing any protective gear, nor his uniform - the explosion must have burned it away…the lack of seared flesh didn’t bother Walker as he frantically pulled at the skin of Dmitri’s back -

- and pulled it right off the young man whose howls and screams of agony filled the prison block.

The larger inmate was deaf and blind for the struggle, and saw the red spread beneath his fingers as he dug for the splinters, mumbling to himseld: “Gotta be in here…gotta be in here…must get it out…must get the red out!”

With a gut-wrenching crack, Chris Walker slammed his half-open fists through the ribcage below, bones shattering like pieces of chalk beneath the assault, and grabbed two purple-crimson lungs, tearing them out of the wound so that they looked like fleshy wings.

“Your an angel now.” The soldier mattered and stumbled off, disoriented. There was yelling from above, shouting all around him, and fine needles trying to force their way into his nervous system. Everything went black.

Jeremy applauded as the doctors and orderlies rushed in to pry the huge test subject away from the former intern.

Dmitri Meyer wasn’t moving anymore.

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He had been long gone from the waking world as soon as the flesh was ripped off of his back. Walker’s fingers had dug through everything- skin, meat, muscle, fat. Nothing was spared from his jagged claws. He tore through to the inside and pulled what was inside out. That is when the darkness claimed him and what a mercy it was.

Even in his absence he could feel it. It was agony, red and pulling and tearing. He felt as though he screamed but he couldn’t remember. He wasn’t there.

“Angel.” That word had been whispered and he’d heard it through the void. For some reason he clung to it. Angel. He was an angel. Floating now, high from wherever he was. A man was over him.

“It’ll take a miracle for him to make it.”

Poor man, didn’t he know that’s what angels were for? Miracles?

He awoke in the water. No not water. Something… Three of them. All three of them stood outside. Watching. Others too, but they didn’t matter. Not to him.

Those three were the sinners of all sinners. And it made him burn to see them, burn like hell fire. He wanted them to burn instead. He needed to… just needed to get out. Fly free.

This wasn’t right, it wasn’t him… this angel. His name… what was his name again?

“Oh Meyer~” A snide voice called from where it was dry. Too knuckles tapped on the glass. “You awake in there, you little shit?”

Maybe. He didn’t really know.

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“Stabby stab stab!!”

((aha this one isnt that good but till cute))

[bai-xue]

Eddie Gluskin cums too fast pass it on

[mountsweetmeat]

"Hey Marco, Trager's at it again. He wants me to re-alphabetize blank manila folders? What am I supposed to do here?"

“Go through their contents. Alphabetize them.” Marco’s tone was flat. This bullshit was one of the many downsides of interning- Dmitri would learn to take it in stride eventually. “If he wants you paid for wasting time because he can’t label his own files? Fine. Just do it fast, you have other shit on your plate too.”

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“No, Marco you don’t understand. There’s nothing IN them to file. They’re empty, all of them. Just blank, empty folders? I’m pretty sure they’re fresh out of the box? He just slapped them on my desk and told me to ‘hop to it’??”

[mountsweetmeat]

Marco pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing long and hard. “Go back to helping at the front desk. If he asks, tell him I took it over and he can talk to me.”

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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