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[atlatsofstories]

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[atlatsofstories]

she lives,

so to update about where i am at currently ; things has been slightly looking up lately, thus i have been writing more actively again (on my canon character multi-muse blog). it has been a slow process due to busy schedules, and i still have a few busy weeks ahead of me, but after that, i am planning on returning here, maybe doing a little re-modeling and seeing where i am at. <3

-splitz.

[narratingastory]

so maybe the struggle bus has taken it all out of me, thus i might be taking some time to rest and recharge before i feel like i can put my energy into writing again.

with that said, i'll be mainly on a hiatus ( minus some random interactions ) until further notice. <3

[atlatsofstories]

200 Hurt / Comfort Writing Prompts

@thefvrious asked: 🔃 angelica/arawn

145. — poisoning

    oh, she didn't like this at all; not. at. all. her side burned, and she was pretty sure the burn didn't only come from the nasty cuts decorating the right side of her ribcage, but also from something else trying to seize her through, or rather, from those wounds. there wasn't that much blood, but considering the creature they were after, she was quite certain the flesh wounds were probably much more lethal than they initially might've seemed.

    a hiss of breath, expression contorted as the blonde attempted to keep upright and her mind clear, not allowing a poisonous fear to take hold of her. while she knew she would need an antidote, she also knew she needed to keep going and find Arawn ; he'd know what to do and maybe he would stand a chance against the creature without a scratch.

    while she didn't know everything about what happened to the people who fell victim to the poison of Lernae and its claws, she knew that sooner or later she'd be hallucinating without knowing what was real and what was just a fragment of her own imagination. " oh christ. ", Angie cussed under her breath while pushing through yet another thicket, " where are you, where are you ? ".

[trickormemes]

200 Hurt / Comfort Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 200 for a hurt / comfort prompt that I’ll use to write a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🔃  for a random number. WARNING: CONTAINS TRIGGERING MATERIAL. Always make sure your roleplay partner is comfortable with these themes! (SOURCE)

001. — abandonment issues 002. — abuse 003. — accept injury to protect someone 004. — accidental mating for life 005. — accidents 006. — alien abduction 007. — allergic reaction 008. — amnesia 009. — apocalypse 010. — archaic medical treatment 011. — arena 012. — arrest 013. — asking for help 014. — asphyxiation 015. — assault 016. — atonement 017. — attacked by a creature 018. — backrubs / massage 019. — begging 020. — betrayal 021. — bites 022. — blackmail 023. — blood loss 024. — body / mind swap 025. — body image issues 026. — bodyguards 027. — brainwashing / deprogramming 028. — branding 029. — broken bones 030. — bruises 031. — bullet wounds 032. — burns 033. — cages 034. — captivity 035. — caught in a robbery 036. — chronic illness / pain 037. — coma 038. — combat 039. — comfort food or item / feeding someone 040. — confession in a desperate situation

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Alejandro knew very well that she enjoyed pushing his buttons. That she liked how frustrated she made him. He was always well organized and well put together. He barely showed any emotions and seemed to be in control no matter what. But it all changed when he met her. She made him weak and made Alejandro lose control. He wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but one thing Alejandro knew was how good she could be for him. He licked his lips as he heard what she said and that very much turned him on. "You will get the biggest and fattest reward you have ever received. " He responded to her in a sultry tone as he made his way towards her. Without saying anything else Alejandro grabbed her by her arms and turned her before bending her over. "Be careful what you wish for. " He said before starting to grind against her.

[atlatsofstories]

Admittedly Kathryn was the type to enjoy pushing buttons whenever she was allowed to such luxury. But there was something special about pushing Alejandro, to see him become this well-put-together man becoming frustrated. Perhaps though, if she didn't need to be so well-put-together herself for her marriage, she would have taken a little less pleasure in riling others when presented the chance to do so. Sometimes it was subtle, sometimes it was much too evident what she was trying to do. She felt no shame about it, either. But there truly was something special about testing Alejandro's limits to the point where she'd see his control slowly slipping away. she couldn't help the very satisfied, chesire smile that cross her lips at his words, head tilting as she watched his approach. " sounds exactly the type of reward i was looking for. just the right fit for my tight-- ", her gasp cut out the rest of what she had intended to say when he grabbed her and turned her around, much too willingly bending over the desk. " now why would i be careful when i know exactly what i want? ", to underline her words, she bumped and rolled her ass against his growing erection, begging for friction as much as intending to give him the same.

[decadentias]

"I DON'T KNOW. DO I?" Erin asked, pretending to think about it. Playing dumb was a specialty of hers. She wouldn't reveal her cards to anyone easily. The man didn't know her well. He only knew what he was supposed to know. Whatever that meant. "I really do." She chuckled coyly, batting her lashes at him. "A lifetime friendship isn't really that special. I can give more than that. Something that will give both of us a happy ending."

[atlatsofstories]

" something's telling me you're used to having the upper hand ? ", his brow raised, amusement pulling at the corners of his mouth. he studied her for a beat after her words, her words odd enough to make him stop playing around. did the offer tempt him? a little too much to be passed as just a joke. " then you've obviously never had a lifetime friendship to speak of. don't knock it before you try it. ", he mused before he asked the direct question that was on his mind, " and what would your husband say to that kind of ending ? ".

[missmvrder-a]

Of course Elijah didn't expect her to welcome him warmly, not after the papers she had send him, but still, he expected something. Now this was close to indifference and it was not something he liked. At least fighting would be something he could work with. The man wasn't entirely certain where things had went wrong but he was not ready to let Jodie go, to close the door on them. He was even ready to admit he had his wrongs in this, that he wasn't always the most pleasant, especially when he came back from assignment or later on, contracts. No matter how hard he tried, there were too many things on his mind, too many things he had seen or done. And for a while, Jodie was enough. Elijah could loose himself entirely in her and pretend everything in the world was right. But after a while, he couldn't even do that, couldn't bring himself to do it. The first few days back were the easiest but it all turned sour quickly and part of Elijah even felt like he was using Jodie. Not that he had ever done such a thing, but it was how it felt, how easy he could forget everything else when holding her. It felt like he was erasing everything he did, every dirty actions he willingly did while away. It was guilt eating at him but admitting that was admitting he wasn't a good man and that, Elijah wasn't ready to do just yet. At least, he wasn't until he got served with divorce paper and his whole marriage flashed between his eyes.

"Let me come with you," he softly said as he stood close to Jodie. They had done such things together, at first. Elijah would follow her around like a lost puppy until she was free, helping any way he could so that blissful moment came quicker. It was a desperate attempt at bringing back old memories, hoping that a little walk down memory lane would be enough for her to reconsider. "Or I could get fries for two and some of that ice cream you like. Maybe run you a hot bath for when you're back." A hand slowly reached for a strand of hair, smiling teasingly at his wife. He almost forgot how cold it got here, when he was aways somewhere warm. And with the Dark Month ahead, it would only get worse. "Have you gotten the thick blankets out yet? Best wedding present we ever got."

[atlatsofstories]

Though once upon a time Jodie had felt like she knew her husband well, almost a little too well, now she quite didn't know what to expect from him as a reaction to the served divorce papers. They had become distant over the years, and she could no longer see the man she had once fallen in love with a long, long time ago. Elijah had drifted away from her, somewhere far far away, and though she was certain he was still the same man somewhere deep down in his core, she could no longer tell what crossed through his mind on most days. Sometimes she wondered if he still loved her, his absence causing her to wonder if his job had become the greatest love of his life ; as it had certainly alternated his entire demeanor over the years. Of course, she knew his job was tough, to put it mildly, but she could no longer accept the neglect of their marriage and her. Frankly, Jodie had been just a little bit surprised how he had simply just marched back in like nothing was amiss, his usual swagger reminding her what had always made her weak for him. And though she was glad he hadn't marched in like he was ready for yet another war, suppose she had expected something other than this ... this charming, husband-material type of guy who has always been there for his wife.

her head turned slightly towards his direction, gaze flitting over his features, trying to figure out what was he attempting his offer. it clicked with her though when he brought up the thick blankets they still owned and she stored for the next cold season. " maybe you should get the fries, and the ice cream. I am sure you're sick of sitting around after all of the flights, rides and traveling. the blankets are still boxed up in the attic. ", she hadn't dodged from his little affectionate gesture, though she hadn't leaned into his long-missed touch either, like she had used to before. A little smile and trying to maintain her casualty as she made her own attempt to bye herself just a little bit more time, "I'm sure it won't take long. Just ... light up the fireplace and rest. We'll talk after I'll get home. ".

[loredrops]

she wouldn't say it out loud, but the altercation was kind of exciting. the fact thomas' face had to bear the brunt of the evening was unfortunate.. but she couldn't remember the last time she wasn't focusing on herself or her failed marriage. that's what it was. the blue eyes. " you know you don't have to be mr. tough guy all the time. " her hand remained stable on his face, not giving him the option to turn away. a part of her wanted to stay there a little bit longer. he protected her all the time... why couldn't she do the same for him? a deep breathe, regaining her footing in the conversation. " im not the one who got hit remember. " pressing his face lightly to remind him, with a grin. also hoping to break his gaze long enough, to break the trance he had on her. " well, i dont think it'll leave a scar. I think you're good G.I. joe. " one last tease, as her hand finally left his cheek.

[atlatsofstories]

       his brow raised slowly at her, and since it appeared she had every intention of examining him closely and holding his face hostage for her scrutiny, he too watched her closely. though she had already partially concluded to him that it was his blue eyes that had caught her attention, he still couldn't help but wonder what she saw when she was looking at him. " i'm just saying that it's not a big deal to me, i'm fine, Corrie. ", he husked out, with more gentleness than he was used to of using. there was a subtle pull at the corners of his mouth, her grin almost too contagious to hold off a smile at her comment. " i do admit that i would have preferred not being hit. ", he amended with his own subtle brand of humor. though her hands left his cheeks, he didn't pull away instantly, instead, he gave her a pointed look about the nickname, " G.I joe, really ? ".

[decadentias]

ALARIC PRIDED HIMSELF IN BEING a professional at his job. He considered their fake marriage as one. He was an actor, treating the world like a stage. But with how things were developing between him and Jacqueline, he didn't think it was acting anymore. His genuine vulnerability was showing. She brought it out of him effortlessly. No one had ever been able to do that. He had unbreakable walls that no one could break easily. She was the first and the exception. "I had never done this pretend marriage thing with anyone. Perhaps, you could consider yourself an exception," he quipped. The blonde meant to him more than he let on. They weren't even friends, yet her effect on him was something. Despite their first meeting, he grew to trust her. Who would've thought that he would? Back then, he had only perceived her as a grifter he would use as a pawn in his game. In exchange, he would let her off the hook. He intended to keep the end of his bargain. His mind lost track of the conversation as Alaric reveled in touching her. Hearing his name, he perked up, though he didn't pull away. He sensed her legs parting, encouraging him to go further. His hand slid up until it reached her underwear. "Relax and entrust yourself to me, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear, rubbing her clothed core boldly.

[atlatsofstories]

Jacqueline had never truly considered conning a profession, though in so many ways it could be defined as such to her. in so many ways, it was a means to an end for her and it provided her whatever it was that she wanted in her life, but she also immensely enjoyed the performing and thrill that came with such cons. but now this? their fake marriage was more so a necessity that ensured she would be able to keep the life she had built for herself, it was not to add anything into her life or because she particularly enjoyed the scheme. though, with how things had been developing, the latter statement might have not been as true anymore as it had been at the beginning. " nobody had been crazy enough to agree to it before ? ", she raised an eyebrow at him, the teasing word accompanied by just as teasing as the slight smirk curling up at her features. She wanted to pretend she wasn't affected by this man, nor she wanted to admit that she truly wanted to be an exception and special to him. This was no longer merely a fake marriage, a means to protect the life she had created for herself ; no, it was something more. She had lost track of the conversation, and almost track of everything else upon his touch inching further and further up her silky skin until meeting the flimsy cloth covering her dampening core. She wasn't one to blush easily, though now she was certain her cheeks were hued as her breath hitched, eyes fell shut for a flicker of a second as she attempted to stay aware of their surroundings. " We're at your friend's restaurant. ", her voice breathy as she reminded him, though her body wasn't getting the memo either with how thin fabric grew damper, skin flushed and teats peaked against the fabric of her dress.

[wintcrstcrfall]

Going out in such late hour was a thing from the past for a few years now. When working a job that often gave you night shifts, Sienna had long since made her peace that the active night life would be brought to a minimum. Of course, she still relented at some moments, especially when a friend of hers wanted to go out and 'have some fun'. The same case was supposed to be valid for the present night too, yet the only one that had any fun was her friend and not Sienna. But dressing up and choosing to come here with the clear consciousness that she would have to work tomorrow again, was enough of a reason to not leave the same second that her friend did. Instead, the blonde found her way towards the bar and ordered a martini. When the second one was nearing its end, Sienna sensed the man's presence even before he decided to occupy the empty seat next to her. Despite the mixture of all sorts of smells, his still clearly stood out amongst all of them. Still, she wasn't sure if his decision to strike up a conversation with her was good or bad at the moment; her own feelings weren't exactly reliable since her friend's departure had made her a little more irritated. The previous poor guy that decided to sit next to her and start a conversation had received a look so chilling, that he almost spit his drink before awkwardly stumbling away from the seat, as if it had started to burn under him.

Now, her green eyes landed on his just on time to see how his own gaze was returning to her face. Well, at least he didn't plan on looking at her body all of the time, thought that was a low bar to pass. She itched to ask him how did he managed to guess that she was new here, if he actually knew every single person that went through the doors but managed to refrain from a comment for now. "The place is good," Sienna answered, a little louder than her usual tone due to the music. She wasn't sure why, but instead of pulling away, this time her body slightly turned towards his. He was handsome, that much was clear, but what it also meant was that men like him were notorious for their amazing lack of commitment. He might be looking at her right now as if she had his whole attention, but that could change at any moment. And honestly, that made her that less interested. "But it can always get a little better. Especially if I can finish my drink in peace and don't have to hear about another hollow comment how pretty I am and if I want to get out of here. Can you make sure that this happens?"

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It wasn't every night when Tony go out of his way to try someone who didn't appear the least interested in finding company. When he needed his release, he wasn't short of options, and usually, it made things a whole lot easier when finding somebody who was mutually just as interested in one night of fun. He was usually enough challenged in his current position, that he saw no need for looking for more challenges outside of his usual business. Though, it was not to say that every once in a while he wouldn't have sought out a woman to woo and make a challenge of. He was good at reading people, and even before he had fully made his decision to approach this particular woman at the bar, he'd seen she would not qualify as someone who'd make it easy for him. He had a feeling the woman hadn't initially come there alone, and now he wondered if he had actually seen her with someone in her company earlier than night. He was certain he hadn't seen her face before, he knew he'd remember that face, but the dress appeared vaguely familiar in its dis distinguishable color and style. Always aware of his surroundings, such details oftentimes tuck with him even when he wasn't particularly paying attention to every detail he saw. Though, now that he was beside her and she had his attention ; he wanted to commit every little detail to his memory.

Now that he also had her attention, half-a-smirk tugged at a corner of his mouth as she made her own perusing on him. He knew how to be enough of a gentleman and not allow his gaze to take another lingering trip down her body, though admittedly he would have liked to allow his eyes to commit to more details. Her expression told him that there were words on the tip of her tongue, something she would have liked to ask from him. He was no stranger to rejection, and he half expected her to tell him to bugger off, but he was pleasantly surprised when her words left him something to work with. " I know. It is a good place, that's why I come here often. ", he leaned in just a little bit closer, keeping a respectful distance but still close enough to allow his words to be heard easier. The corner of his eyes wrinkled slightly in amusement at her directness, even if it confirmed his suspicions about her qualifying as a challenge in his night. he certainly appreciated her undirect directness. " I can do my best? Though I'd like you to clarify if that's you telling me to get lost or if a conversation is an option at all? ".

[atlatsofstories]

just a lil update ;

i have been writing more my canon characters recently, but i am planning on recharging a lil' and then doing another queue of at least part of my owned replies.

tgif, because strugglez.

[bunny-rp-memes]

Reblog if you’re willing to do threads that involve more than 2 muses

For some multi-muse blogs, they may have two muses who are always together or may want to introduce another muse partway in the thread to shake things up.

[fxcdboys-deactivated20231004]

Alejandro closed his eyes as he felt her lips brush against his. His breathing hitched at that as he opened his eyes before looking at her. It was a strange new feeling for the lawyer. He had never been this weak for a woman before. He had never been this desperate for a woman before and he didn't know what to do about it. Except for continuing to want her until they both couldn't take it anymore. And it seemed they had both finally reached that point where they couldn't hold back anymore. He looked into her eyes and smirked at her. "Yes, just like a good girl. I know you will be a good girl for you. " He said before pushing her against the desk while looking into her eyes.

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Kathryn inhaled deeply, it was such a rush to evoke this reaction out of him and it turned her on as much as thrilled her in other ways. At first glance, Alejandro was a well-composed and controlled man, like nothing could get to him and it made him appear so wonderfully powerful. It was a strange feeling, to feel such attraction towards a man, any man, after living in her own well-structured and controlled bubble for so long. She had certainly craved intimacy, and physical touch to satisfy, but it was hardly ever when she felt the need to be touched by a particular person. She knew from his expression alone that he had reached his breaking point in his controlled desire for her. " Yes, just like a good girl. And you will give her a handsome reward for being such a good girl for you? ", the words sultry, if not breathless from anticipation and impact of the hill of her ass meeting the edge of the desk , " please, bend me over and fuck me ? ".

[missmvrder-a]

He wasn't buying her act and despite knowing how thin her bravado was, it was still a punch in the gut. And when he said he wasn't alone, Beatriz felt the walls close in on her, knew she was done for. Resignation slowly crept in, mixed with anger at herself, the only reason she was in this position to begin with. The woman almost barred her teeth at his words, when he noted how much of a risk it had been for her to fall asleep. She already knew how foolish it had been and while it had not been the plan, it happened. There was so much her body could endure before shutting down. "Not everyone has the luxury of a full's night sleep," she bitterly replied. At camp, when she wasn't on duty, she felt safe enough to sleep soundly, to get hours of sleep. But even when she wasn't on duty, she offered her tine and stretched herself so thin that eventually, her body simply crashed.

Contrary to what she was trying to make the other believe, Beatriz didn't want to die. They had been told so many times that death was better than getting caught and yet, she could feel it all slip away, every ounces of resolve that would get her to do it herself. There was some curiosity in her at how he spoke, how he seemed to insinuate that the others didn't need to know about her. Beatriz had been trained, she knew it was only to gain her trust, but he also had the upper hand. Maybe he would shout for backup before the door opened, maybe the others were just behind him listening on their every words, not that she could detect any others, but she was intently focused on the one talking. "Fine," she relented, not that she had any choices. Maybe she could run past him, if he really was alone in this place, catch him off guard, not that she deemed her chances of succeeding being high or even possible. And if she managed to get pass him, there were the supposed others outside. If she was about to die, she would look him in the eyes while he did it. "If you're not alone or make any move to alert the others, I'm shooting. I don't care about the fallout."

[atlatsofstories]

Cole wasn't a fool, and it wasn't hard to see how the woman's position in this predicament was of the worst kind. He had seen enough battles, been in enough ambush and hostage situations alike to know that her chances of getting out were slim to none; especially if he decided he wasn't going to let her go. Most of the time he wasn't a man of mercy, he didn't let people go especially if they had threatened him or potentially posed a threat to his community in the future. But in truth, he had a weak spot for damsels in distress and now he was just amused at how pissed off the woman sounded when spitting words back at him, pissed at herself he was sure. " Most people don't, though you still gotta make better choices at where and when you sleep. ", he probably sounded almost amused, though his voice was still low and husked. As a soldier, he had been taught a thing or two about sleep, but not everybody had the same luxury of learning to control every simple need of the body. .

After all things had broken lose, goddamned virus, Cole had soon found out that there was very little to live for in this new reality they had all stepped into. And though he wasn't exactly looking to get himself killed, preferring to go on his own terms, he had also soon found out that he had very little to lose. Now this was where his risk-taking tendencies came in; he knew he was now taking a risk by giving her a choice on the matter of how things would go from there and he couldn't give a damn about the consequences if it didn't threaten the lives he had sworn to protect. " Got it. And you keep your hands where I can see them, up in the air like I'm gonna be doing ? ", he gruffed out, though he wasn't exactly looking for confirmation anymore. His weapon hung from his back, somewhat easy to reach as soon as he'd have need for it, but he began to nudge open the door smoothly but slowly. His both hands were up in the air at both sides of his head, features furrowed in concentration as his undivided focus was on whatever move the woman was planning to do next. The door slid open slowly, revealing the room little by little until his eyes landed on the woman at the other side of the room. Cole was more than prepared to get the hell out of dodge if she chose to break their deal, partially fidgeting to do so, at least until recognition hit him, he froze and gaped, " Well I'll be damned. ".

[decadentias]

"A CHALLENGE? AS MUCH AS I love a challenge, I prefer to have the upper hand." Erin winked at him playfully. Truthfully, she wasn't sure if she had the upper hand here. She tried to get a good read of him. Something told her she was supposed to know him well. "Well, people change. I've changed," she quipped. "I'm actually very generous with rewards. I reward handsomely." Hearing him mention friendship prompted her to chuckle in amusement. "Sure, I was definitely referring to a lifetime friendship."

[atlatsofstories]

" Do you think you have the upper hand here? ", a simper making an appearance, though he quite couldn't tell if she could have an upper hand in something only he could control. he regarded her with his dark hued eyes, a brow raising slightly at her chuckle. " so it seems. ", he mused almost solemnly, his tongue darted out to sweep over his lips before he quipped at her sarcastic tone, " you weren't thinking about a lifetime of friendship, were you? "