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reasons why i am a dragon of an rper:

hoards memes and threads like treasure for centuries

vanishes for long periods until everyone believes i’ve perished

exits my cave only to rain down suffering  ( read: angst )  on those around me

[mandaisgone-deactivated20170429]

I love battle couples ok.

Fighting side by side. Trusting each other completely. Trying to protect each other. Casual banter in the middle of a fight. Their teamwork. Sparring each other to keep their skills sharp. Getting uncontrollably angry if the other gets hurt. Kissing each other when they’re victorious.

I seriously have a thing for battle couples.

[mananangggal]

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[masterist]

rb if you’re a part of the i survived dying club but not really i actually died and yet here i am

[yearsolly1]

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[lhzthepoet]

and who prays for a storm? who prays for the rage of the sea?

Excerpt from Myth Untold // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[buriedhearted-blog]

LOVERBOY!

@buriedhearted SC // ❝               TELL ME —— do you think there is anything more out there for people like us ? those who aren’t blessed with normalcy.               ❞

❝ it’s a bit endless actually, ❞ a thoughtful glance is cast neil’s direction.  ❝ what’s out there. for everyone. ❞ normal was something hard to conceptualize, it had been drilled into his head from infancy just how abnormal he was.  ❝ why do you ask ? ❞

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♨

                                ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth 

ellery’s balance was questionable as johnny shifted underneath him, his knees were anchored on either side of johnny’s lap on an worn bench seat that had once lived inside an old car, but now had taken up residence in the man’s shop. they were both breathless and panting, mouths AGAPE, lips shining. elle could feel what he really wanted straining through the rough blue of johnny’s grease-stained coveralls. elle tried multiple times to inch forward, to create that undeniable friction, but each attempt was met with gentle hands settling him back onto sturdy thighs. a frustrating, albeit fun little game, especially while watching the desire wash over the man with too much self ( selfish ? ) control. the denial wasn’t a slight, yet it was so very HARD for the half-incubus / half-witch not to put voice to the fire johnny set within him. to beg for what he wanted, plead for what he needed. for now though he bites the words back, bottom lip meeting teeth firmly pressed and held. johnny smiles as he catches his breath and elle can feel the way his gaze travels over his shirtless chest and down his stomach, lips twisting to the side slightly causing elle to look down as well. pale skin was marked, black-stained fingerprints like breadcrumbs were scattered over him, smudged and smeared where the caress of a touch had been. a smile of his own is offered as johnny leans over and comes back with a signature red shop rag, ( a nice and clean one ) that he lifts to his mouth and gives a quick lick before tucking it around his thumb and swiping away a particularly telling smudge just above elle’s hipbone. then another in that delicious space between his belly button and the waistband of the shorts he was wearing. of course he could appear clean in a blink, but he enjoys the feeling of being cared for. he lets johnny slowly and meticulously undo his debauchment before he’s wiping his own hands clean on the rag as well, or as near clean as he could without soap and running water. elle licks his lips and waits for brown eyes to find his again, offering a soft and earnest,   ❝thanks. ❞                               @panickxdmechanic | manhandling | ( x ) | accepting

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the bed is soft and warm, johnny's bed somehow always was. a toasty and comfortable safe-haven. ellery can feel the other's eyes resting on him, can sense the thrum of his thoughts, the pulse of his emotions. still elle lets sleep hold him a moment longer, content enough to leave his eyes closed until johnny needed something of him. he can't remember having slept this well in his very long life. he does shift a bit, hand sliding out until his palm met a well defined chest, and then maybe he cracks his eyes open along with a smile. he loved the feeling of johnny’s HEARTBEAT - strong and consistent like the man himself.

there's a moment that suspends time, their eyes finally meeting in the light of a new day, elle thanks whatever powers flowing within the universe for this time he has with johnny, however brief it may be. but those thoughts are pushed away as warm fingers drift up to his chin to lead full lips toward collision. the weight of johnny's other hand on elle's hip feels like a secret and a promise as it pulls his body closer. lips still linger near each other, a breath away, when the other man poses a question. one that calls back to a previous omission, tales told in the dark, and better left there. the answer is obvious, ❝ yes ! ❞  ellery still enjoys the opportunity to tell johnny. he adds a small truth with another chaste kiss, ❝ you are a kind man. perhaps the kindest i've ever met. ❞    // @panickxdmechanic | continued ( x ) 

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the view from roxanne’s apartment was quite nice, he enjoyed the many windows and listening to her fingers type away at her computer. ( though he didn’t understand exactly what she was doing ) their morning wake up call was taking some getting used to, the shrill and sudden noises created by modern electronics really were some of the worst sounds elle had ever heard. he’d wandered around listlessly for a while after making the bed, until he felt a restless energy settle under his skin. something akin to static electricity.  he wanted her to be happy, and she didn’t ask much of him, it was hard to feel like he was helping more than hindering. perhaps it wasn’t a fair question, something of that magnitude. a question that could have the most simple answer in the word, but equally could weigh heavy on someone with burdensome thoughts. how to measure happiness after all? a thing different for every living creature under the sky. ❝ maybe I can help get your work done? ❞  \\ @agnt-roxy | ( x ) 

[buriedhearted-blog]

GUARDIAN!

        ❛  don’t  ━━━  don’t  drink  the  coffee.  it’s…  uh,  stronger  than  usual.  ❜  //  @buriedhearted: sc.

                 ❝ my idea of a good time, ❞ his nose wrinkles ever-so-slightly, ❝ never involves drinking the COFFEE. ❞ 

[buriedhearted-blog]

MISTRESS!

pendant wrapped around her neck, she grins as she stares at the other before her. had she known the jewel would come with a life-sized gift, she would have sought it out much sooner. there’s still much to learn about it; how to keep control over him. but for now, she’s satisfied that she has a new friend to do her bidding.

❝   why the sour expression, preciosio?   ❞

@buriedhearted     ;     liked

the shifting sand of sensation is a familiar blank slate. he would have nothing of the person he was before this. everything short-term was stripped away, only the lingering older memories remained unfortunately intact. DISORIENTED. blue eyes focus, a beautiful woman stands before him, purpose threaded through her and elle knows she’d sought and seized her prize ( though perhaps unknowing of his attachment ) the pendant, all at once it was part of him and held dominion over him, lay against her skin. her desires would be his will. ❝ just a little out of sorts, ❞ he gives her a small and curious smile, he liked being called precious. ❝ ellery lynch. pleased to meet you. ❞ 

[buriedhearted-blog]

HERE COMES TROUBLE!

@buriedhearted        SCARRED FINGERS WHIP DOWN ONTO THE BED, PICKING UP A GLINTING KNIFE. IT’S CURVED EDGE REFLECTING THE SUN   &   IT IS A MENACING IMAGE ! BURIED HALF UNDER NEIL’S PILLOW IT IS TOO OBVIOUS HE SLEEPS WITH THE WEAPON. HE TWISTS IT BACK INTO IT’S SHEATH, TURNING TO LOOK AT ELLERY, WARILY, CAUTIOUSLY. WAS IT ALL OVER WITH THE GLINT OF A KNIFE ? MUCH LIKE HIS WHOLE LIFE ?      ❝    sorry   I   didn’t   mean   to   leave   that   out     ❞

a flinch mars soft features for a moment, ellery’s long history with the edge of a blade was unknown to neil. ( a knife had ended his mortal life hadn’t it? ) he’d been curious about entering the other’s domain, his inner sanctum, but now he was remembering the REALITY of people. their struggles shaped them, sharpened them. elle attempts to summon up a measure of nonchalance, a flicker of his former excitement, as if they’d been paused not stolen. ❝ it’s okay, ❞ a smile is somewhat forced, but he makes a point to step closer to neil, closer to the bed, and the knife. 

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WITCHER!

@buriedhearted said: “how is it you’re never scared?”

THE WITCHER QUIRKS A BROW, back of his gloved hand sliding across his mouth, swallowing down the warm mead. Daryl wasn’t sure if it was just the natural stoicism witchers were attributed with when their genes went through the vast array of mutations. But he figured there was some dead giveaway that indicated the fear that lingered just at the surface of the facade he wore. Daryl shrugged a little listlessly before answering, “Just ‘cause I ain’t showin’ it don’t mean I ain’t.”

stoics always made for interesting companions, and ellery’s current was as stoic as they came, or so he’d come to believe. daryl was a mysterious man, but weren’t witchers all? he’d not met many, but his path had crossed some before - just never with the intention of fellowship or mutual destination. blue eyes observe with renewed fascination upon the unexpected answer to his question. elle’s head cants to the side a bit, the corners of his mouth fighting against a small smile. ❝ and here I thought you were invulnerable to even the smallest apprehension. ❞ his gaze is thoughtful as he lifts his own mug to his lips and takes a neat sip of cheap white wine.  ❝ of the MONSTERS you’ve felled, which was the most frightening? ❞

[buriedhearted-blog]

GOOD WITH HIS HANDS!

                        johnny smiles at elle, amusement fighting for dominance on his face. his eyes twinkle despite elle’s apparent indignation. he’s pretty adorable when he gets worked up. he’s tempted to draw out the secret for a little while longer. instead, he pats the cushion next to where he’s settled on the sofa, an invitation for his companion to join him. to relax. johnny takes control of his entertainment system. tv –on. ps4 –on. nimble fingers have the netflix application open in no time. “this is netflix,” he takes a moment to scroll through the recently added section, “we choose something to watch,” he bites his bottom lip while making his selection, “and we then ignore it while we hook up.”

                                                              cont. from (x)

elle's eyes narrow slightly at the smile johnny directs his way, although when he pats the spot next to him on the couch ellery is inclined to soften a bit. not enough to budge quite yet, he was determined to get answers and the other man hadn't explicitly stated he would like elle to join him.  ( implied desire was a grey area that allowed ellery to explore the range of his self-determination ) he listens closely and tracks johnny's movements as he adeptly manipulates several plastic and electronic objects. when the television flickers to life it draws elle's attention. the screen is vaguely familiar, small picture squares floating in a sea of black. this was NETFLIX? he's stepping back toward the couch, just a few steps and his legs are bumping the cushions, one knocking against johnny's. he hums a playfully curious note and turns to look at the other over his shoulder. it was the expression hook up, that was a modern moniker he was quite familiar with. ❝ and what if the pictures are more interesting? ❞

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