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[cursedfortune]

Mortem doesn't care what your gender is, if you're a consenting adult and there's mutual attraction... you're in trouble. She's out here loving all the women, men, trans, intersex, agender folks and supports all the queer+ glory. Mortem hopes you all take up space.

Nestor is very supportive of pride month, especially since her mentor was the gayest woman ever (affectionate). She usually is more attracted to men and lacks experience with women, but that doesn't stop her from having crushes or more when it happens!

Marie loves pride month. She can be gay as hell. She swings whatever way, so uh, hey. ;) But this is prime party time! She loves doing articles this time of year and getting more eyes on pride month. Also the best time to develop a million crushes and run away very fast!! Exhilarating!

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[bvd11975]

Intimacy with Nestor comes in stages, I feel like. She is a bundle of exhaustion, cynicism and obsessive work focus. At her core, she still feels compassion and hope despite those things currently suffocating under the weight of everything else.

As amazing as her guardians were, she was thrown into a very scary and violent life. Compassion, love, understanding coexists with fear and violence in her world - even when her support network has tried to help minimize all that. Compassion to her is going to the end of the world for an enemy or creature before having to make the choice to kill them. Unless they are agents of Simonia, that is. Small as she is, she is a weapon ready to be drawn and a shield against any adversary to protect the public (especially since she must make sure killing is necessary).

But it's Sinday, so enough with that part. Intimacy comes in stages. She can be compassionate and supportive, especially on the job. She can ease into a more casual dynamic where she may lounge with someone. Intimacy in the form of sex is either 'we're going to fuck and never see each other again' or 'we're going to fuck and not be weird about it but don't expect anything more'.

When it comes to sexual intimacy, Nestor is a mix of curious touches and control. For most sexual encounters, she doesn't want gentle. Gentleness in sex takes times to ease her into. If it's sprung on her, she'll likely get dressed and go. The violence of her job, the chaos of it, she tries to recreate in her down time. The adrenaline rush of her cases breathes life into her exhausted form, so sex matching that is important.

On top of that, she's just used to the raw honesty that comes from her cases. She doesn't know gentleness anymore, she doesn't know how to trust it. Being in control, rough sex, that makes sense. And she also genuinely enjoys it, when she allows herself to have it or clicks with someone.

Trying to woo or court Nes the normal way may fluster her because she doesn't really compute. But it isn't always flustering her because she likes it. She just doesn't know how to respond. She's so removed from social norms in her day to day life that she barely knows what to do on her days off.

Her intimacy is a study in you and her either controlling the situation or trusting you enough not to get weird about it.

[bvd11975]

"Maybe now is the time to reconsider whatever plan was initially had."

[bvd11975]

self-inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

tagged by: @devilsprophet (thank you!)

[bvd11975]

"Happy New Year." She's already off to pickup her drunk friend.

[bvd11975]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : the dry riverbed. the cracked earth gives way to animal bones. (( from the vessel! ))

Setting the Stage. @deficd

Strange whispers herald from this land. Surrounding settlements were wary of her venturing here and truth be told, so was she. Nestor knew the wisdom that came from fear, especially her own. Traversing into the remote wilderness was dangerous for anyone, even a seasoned agent such as she. Yet here she was, bag secured to her back as she walked parallel to the setting sun. Evening was gracing the land and with it came more of the agent's anxiety.

But she was in the right place.

Her fingers ghosted over the sigils she found, making notes of them into her field journal before moving on. She tracked the movement of something that was not an animal to a riverbed, yet there was no one there.

She had to make camp sooner than later at this rate. Soon darkness would swallow up the forest and her steadfast nature during the day would wither. Give way to something more honest that did not fair well when the shadows won for the eve.

Yet as she looked around, mulling over her plans, she heard the ground shift. Her gaze flitted over to the sound; her doe-like demeanor revealing the calm eyes of a predator tracking its quarry. She wandered closer to the sound and found bones. Of course. They weren't left here and covered over by the gradually shifting terrain. No, this was intentional. Too recent to be natural, too.

Nestor's gloved fingers plucked one out, identifying it easily enough as an animal. Not just one, it seemed like. Different kinds? Some kind of burial ground or just a place to dump remains?

She dropped the bone back into the hole and laced her fingers, letting her hands hand between her knees where she crouched. Whether this was a human or something inhuman she had yet to know, the tales of this land were old and lacking coherency. Or, perhaps, she just just didn't hear what was being said.

Had her breathing been a little louder, she would have missed the near-silent crack of a thin branch. She pressed her hands against her knees and stood, "The earth gave way on its own. Would you like me to cover the bones again?" The agent inquired aloud. She didn't know for certain that another was there, but she also didn't see the harm in testing to see if her instincts were right.

[hersadexistence]

Haru, Island of the Solitary, Kanerva Cederström, 1998

[chiratsuku]

Ta-daaah, the all so petty man of lame excuses, personally! The appearance of rabble-rouser was an evenly striking coincidence as before. Her shocked face rang in dishonesty of diary-writing - or maybe not ... he found that idea quite depressing over dialectic tournaments, but biting grin would steal notice day and night.

'' Yes, me, '' eyebrows wiggled invisibly under thick biding, " right for spooky season you're saying? Good. How it's cookin'? Sure you don't mind me checking if your space is free from curses and none of them are bothering you, again. Yea, yea I know you ought to be able to handle them by yourself, but still —-~. ''

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"I-"

An objection was her immediate reaction, but given who he was it wasn't like a door would stop the strongest sorcerer.

Confusion etched itself into her face as he strung sentences and questions together back to back. This wasn't a work-related thing, was it? It didn't sound like it. People didn't visit this particularly reclusive agent and she was absolutely blue-screening to see him insisting on coming inside.

Better the front door than him jump-scaring her at the small balcony.

"...If you wanted to snoop or something, you can just be honest." Nestor sighed but jerked opened the door fully, a silent invitation he could come in. Small apartment, still hardly furnished and with some boxes unpacked. Totally free of curses, which they both knew already.

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Whenever Nestor is back at HQ campus, she always goes and eats a meal at Adrian's grave. She never really utters a single word. There's nothing much to say that's hasn't been cried, screamed and spoken about before. She brings flowers for Adrian's wife, who is buried alongside her.

Joshua and Fedor know about this ritual of Nestor's, even though they can never predict when/how many times she'll do it when she visits. Once in a while, they'll go as a group, when Joshua can wrangle the two of them. Fedor is still in active avoidance with his processing of everything that happened. Nestor is actively in pursuit of what happened. She doesn't accept it, but she accepts the reality is that Adrian is gone.

It kills Nestor that there's no body in the ground. There's a tombstone, something tangible, but unlike Selene (Adrian's wife), there's no corpse or ashes laid to rest. It feels like it was a final slap in the face from Simonia and the other entities that had been involved in Adrian's death.

For a long time, as a teenager, she was in denial that her guardian died. Even when she was the last one to see her - even when she saw the look on Adrian's face when she realized there was no way she could get of alive. The realization she never escaped the trap Fate and Destiny created and could only make sure the children (Nestor and Fedor) and her friend/partner (Joshua) weren't collateral when it all came crashing down.

Nestor's vivid memory of what happened is the only real knowledge she has that there was no way Adrian survived. It laid to rest her denial and afforded her some means of acceptance about the death - but it never healed the circumstances that led to it. Which she actively hunts.

Anyone with Nestor at HQ may find she goes missing now and then. She'll leave a note, shoot a text, but it's the only time she doesn't give an indication of where she'll be.

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[iiumz]

[jinxproof]

© Michael Donovan

[bvd11975]

getting to replies ooc and ic little by little. i've got things queueing up on the blogs. thanks for the patience! <3

[deadmeat]

sorry I beat the shit out of you I have a really big crush on you and I got nervous

[lizkeen]

ODDLY SPECIFIC INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS PART IV. ( A collection of action and dialogue based roleplay prompts. Feel free to add information if you want. )

Send a dialogue tag and/or a # for reverse aka for receiver perform a chosen action on sender.

OBJECTS.

Send "knife trail" for sender to trail a knife along receiver collar bone.

Send "gun tilt" for sender to tilt receivers chin up with a gun.

Send "knife hand" for sender to stab a knife between receivers fingers.

Send "bat" for sender to smash a bat against head.

Send "axe" for sender to throw an axe at chained up receiver.

Send "roulette" for sender to play russian roulette with receiver for information.

Send "crossbow" for sender to shoot receiver with an arrow while they are running away.

Send "sling" for sender to choke receiver in a sling.

Send "plane" for sender to hold receivers head out of a plane.

Send "crossbow" to hold receiver at gunpoint with a crossbow.

Send "flail" to taunt receiver with a flail.

PHYSICAL.

Send "finger trail" for sender to trail their finger along receivers temple.

Send "grip" for sender to harshly grab receivers chin between their fingers.

Send "smash" for sender to smash receivers head against a wall.

Send "throat" for sender to hold receiver against a wall and cut off their oxygen.

Send "finger" for sender to bend receivers fingers back.

Send "chains" for sender to chain receiver up and torture them.

Send "yank" for sender to grab receivers hair and yank their head back.

Send "slavic squat" for sender to slavic squat down in front of receiver, taunting them.

Send "corner" for sender to walk toward receiver, cornering them.

Send "hand offer" for sender to hold out hand to receiver after they have tortured/hurt them.

Send "gun mirror" for sender to force receiver to hold a gun to senders head in a mocking way. (Works best when receiver is scared and trembling *eyes*)

LOCATIONS.

Send "mausoleum" for sender to kidnap receiver and take them to a mausoleum.

Send "forest" for sender to take receiver to a forest and tell them to run, hunting them down.

Send "boat" for sender to kidnap receiver and hold them captive ono a boat drifting away on the ocean.

Send "alley" for sender to finally have cornered receiver in an alley after hunting them down.

Send "house" for sender to show up at receiver's house after receiver had just run for their life from them.

Send "hunt" for sender to have hunted receiver for multiple weeks, now finally having found them.