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" I don't care what you are doing so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it."
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" I don't care what you are doing so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it."
Canon-Divergent - Penned by Em - Other Muses on Request Only
It's my birthday!!
I'm 24 today :3
assigned celestial entity
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Black Hole
you are powerful. black holes have a gravitational pull so strong that nothing can escape from it. not even light. you are set in your convictions and once you put your mind to something itβs already accomplished. people are drawn to you because of your intriguing depth, self-assurance, and commanding aura. people mistakenly think that a black hole is nothing but empty space when, in reality, it's the complete opposite: a lot of dense matter all packed into a very condensed space. you have so many thoughts, ideas, and feelings buzzing around, it's a wonder your body can contain it all. it must get tiring. donβt be afraid to unburden yourself. you deserve to experience lightness and peace just as much as the rest of us. you are strong and determined. you donβt mind waiting for the right opportunity to come along and when it does, you pounce. you take comfort in inevitability. youβre devoted to the things you care about and have a tendency to be opinionated and selective. you sometimes secretly worry you come off too strong and wish you were more approachable. you may feel as if you donβt have many people you feel especially close or connected with but still hold tight to those precious few. you also have a sense of something missingβa void you keep trying to fill that no matter how much you consume never feels enough. you have desires still longing to be fulfilled. you want to feel whole. full. dont give up and donβt stop searching. what you need is out there waiting for you to find it. ultimately, you are like a dark room, filled with endless and infinite possibilities. you are an immovable object. the last one standing. you are what is left even after everything else has disappeared. you are primordial and powerful and, most importantly, never alone.
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Tagging: You. Steal from me. Go commit crimes!
Item: The Friendship Bracelet Rarity: βΆ Common
Which game character felt like a genuine childhood friend?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Honestly, that is a tough question for me because I have the memory of a sieve, so I actually don't remember the early games I played.
However, for a more recent example, I would say Evelyn from Stardew Valley.
"Okay, new foreplay idea-" Jae offers, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "Strip you down and flay you open from groin to chin, maybe stick my entire arm inside of the new orifice I fashion from your torso."
Vincent had been mid-sip of their drink of choice, some cheap ass drain cleaner they'd swiped from janitorial, when Jae spoke up. They slowly lower the citrus-scented nightmare and focus their whole attention on him.
Slowly, they tilt their head as their expression falls into something akin to contemplation. Strands of dark hair fall into their face as they mull over the offer for a moment.
The glass gets set down with a dull clink before they turn, locking eyes with Jae for just a handful of seconds before they launch themself at him like a giant housecat; colliding with him and sending them both crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
That appears to be a yes.
I have never even entertained the idea of watching Heated Rivalry, like ever, but somehow my YouTube Shorts thinks I am interested in watching shorts about it...
I don't even understand how that happened lmao
IT'S TIME FOR THE π‘οΈ R I T U A L π‘οΈ THE RITUAL... β οΈ DARKNESS SWIRLS OVER THIS BLACKER THAN DARKEST BLACK SCRYING MIRROR πͺ IT'S NOT TIME FOR TIDE PODS NOW, IT'S TIME FOR MORTAL π₯ S I N π₯CUZ WE WILL BE SUMMONING THE MOST DESOLATE CREATURES OF THE UNIVERSE, ACROSS TIME AND SPACE-
Vincent sits amongst the candles, placed neatly around a pentagram smeared on the ground, in something that they don't want to imagine the origin of, as they watch the teenager chant whilst wearing a bedsheet as a robe.
They huff when she swats their hand away from the jar of tidepods she had retrieved from the cupboard that Veld had tried, and failed, to hide them in. Jiho had promised them tidepods if they'd participated, and so they were putting up with her trying to summon something using them as a sacrifice.
Ruining Veld's floor was just an added bonus.
When Vincent had been left in charge of the department, they hadn't put much thought into it.
Veld was an enigma that, despite working with him for nearly 20 years by this point, they were no closer to understanding. So when he'd asked them to handle the department while he went somewhere, they had agreed without question.
It was when he returned with the scraggly-looking teenager a few days later that they began asking questions. Of course, they'd had to give the other Turks tasks to keep them away from Veld's office as they talked to him- if nothing else than to keep prying eyes away from the kid. The last thing they want is the office gossip train to start up during work hours.
"Oh come on," Veld murmurs, tone hushed and almost urgent, "What was I supposed to do? Leave the kid behind? She killed the bastard, Vince... I wasn't about to leave her there with his body for fuck sake..."
"So you thought the best course of action was to bring this..." They pause, gesturing loosely with a leather-gloved hand at the kid, "... creature back here instead of to a hospital?"
That seems to give Veld pause for a moment before his ears go red and he looks away, flustered, "I panicked... alright?"
They send him a dry, bland, look before turning their head to look at the kid, crossing their arms as their gaze sweeps across her from top to toe. Vincent can see the kid giving them a dirty look and it takes every ounce of their self-control not to gesture rudely at her.
Oh, she really doesn't like them now.
Ji-ho will be a 'creature', then- She will be climbing the walls, rooting through the office trash cans, pouring through each grim-expression wearing stiff-in-a-suit's potential weaknesses.
She'd just killed a man with her bare hands- Sure didn't start the fight, but she sure as Hell finished it. Masa was nothing, how could this 'Vince' person be anything greater or somehow less susceptible to stab wounds and greivous bodily injury?
That seemed like the best course of action, actually- No sooner than Verdot motions for her to come to his side, the girl fishes the balisong from the pocket of her savior's jacket and overhand grips the handle, lunging ferociously at the oversized giraffe with shoulder-length black hair.
They really should have seen this coming.
Veld, try as he might, was not quite fast enough to catch the teenager as she lunged at them. His fingers just barely scraping her clothing as she flew past.
The knife sank into their thigh, and they blinked more in surprise than in pain before tilting their head down to look at her; the slow arch of a lone black eyebrow being their only outward reaction.
"Ow," they say, tone dry and flat. So deadpan, in fact, that it briefly makes Veld choke.
The other man dove forward and, as gently as he could, he tried to pry the teen's grip from the knife. He looks up at Vincent, a pleading look on his face.
"Look..." he starts, then stops to think, before continuing, "She's just traumatised. She's 14, Vincent, she doesn't know what she's doing. She just reacted, okay?"
The look he receives is equal parts disbelief and dumbfoundedness. Vincent gestures to the knife, still lodged deep in their thigh, before stating, "She stabbed me, Verdot. Doesn't know what she's doing, my ass..."
Veld goes a very interesting shade of mauve at that. Hurriedly, yet gently, pulling Jiho away so he can crouch down at eye level with her- a questioning look on his face.
Veld chuckles and shakes his head a bit, dislodging an ever-persistent greying strand of hair that perpetually seemed to fall in his face when he dared move his head an inch. He slides his regular hand up the younger's thigh before pulling him more securely into his lap.
Prosthetic fingers slide up to slide through Yoon's hair before they gently tug on the strands, pulling his head back slightly to expose the soft flesh of his throat. Veld slowly leans in, pressing the younger into the edge of his desk with his body while his free hand runs up to rest upon the other's rear.
He is almost gentle at first as he opens his mouth to hover an inch above the sensitive flesh of Jae-hyo's neck, lips slowly lowering to dance along the flesh before he strikes. His teeth sink into the younger's flesh as he surges forward to pin the other Turk to his desktop with his body, as his mouth explores the skin.
He pulls away only for a moment, lips brushing against the fresh marks as he growls quietly in the air between them.
"You are very distracting, you know that?"
Verdot can be equal parts gentle and savage, though it is the latter than more often draws attention from Jae-hyo. He always was a troublesome recruit, sometimes smacking him upside the head was genuinely the only method that made him learn much of anything- Always the hard way, never easy.
He hisses in a breath as his superior's incisors breach skin, marking burnished olive-golden skin with proof of ownership. Yoon's already squirming within the other's grip, rolling his hips against his partner's lap with noticeable frustration and no small amount of aggression. He likes and is far accustomed being in control, setting the pace and calling the shots, but being forced to wait was a pleasurable form of torture.
"I must be losing my touch... If you wanna pull my hair out by the root, then at least do so while I'm choking on that nice, thick cock of yours-" he purrs, clawing his fingers against Veld's back and the nape of his neck to get some room to slide down onto his knees.
"Need to taste you- Feel your pulse against my tongue, come on..."
"Behave..."
His voice is a low growl- lips returning to the smooth expanse of Jae's throat as he pushes down with his hips, effectively pinning the other in place. His fingers tighten their grip, and he gives black locks a sharp tug in reprimand.
"You are so impatient. So bossy."
Still, after a moment of simply holding Jae there, he does relent and step back. He sits again, legs spread wide to accommodate the male between them. Fingers slip back into dark locks as he shifts, propping his head up on his prosthetic hand, elbow braced upon the arm of his chair.
He waits until Jae has him freed, stifling a small groan of relief from the sudden release of pressure on his aching cock, before a smirk curls his lips.
"Go on then... put that mouth to work."
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The office is all polished, mirrored surfaces and crisp minimalism- Efficiency of space used and flowing bodies boasting perfected economy of movement: Dark suits with identical red lapel pins.
She's not sure what he does for a living, no nine-to-five job she has basic comprehension of necessitates the amount of deadly force she saw employed to major arteries, human joints, and soft places like open eye sockets. His coat is liquid shadow draped over knobby, coltish shoulders still holding lingering traces of residual warmth from his body heat- A protective spell cast over her that the others seem to be keenly aware of, yet don't place words to.
Ji-ho is a silent, watchful presence- Dark eyes darting from figure to figure, her small hands tacky with dried blood in unsightly splotches. Verdot seems to want her to be able to fix that sometime soon, but appears pre-occupied with speaking in hushed tones to a taller figure in the same cold anthracite wool suiting.
She peeks up through a thick curtain of her loosely waved hair in curiosity, mentally noting the subtle crimson gleam of the other adult's piercing gaze.
She doesn't like them, she's decided.
When Vincent had been left in charge of the department, they hadn't put much thought into it.
Veld was an enigma that, despite working with him for nearly 20 years by this point, they were no closer to understanding. So when he'd asked them to handle the department while he went somewhere, they had agreed without question.
It was when he returned with the scraggly-looking teenager a few days later that they began asking questions. Of course, they'd had to give the other Turks tasks to keep them away from Veld's office as they talked to him- if nothing else than to keep prying eyes away from the kid. The last thing they want is the office gossip train to start up during work hours.
"Oh come on," Veld murmurs, tone hushed and almost urgent, "What was I supposed to do? Leave the kid behind? She killed the bastard, Vince... I wasn't about to leave her there with his body for fuck sake..."
"So you thought the best course of action was to bring this..." They pause, gesturing loosely with a leather-gloved hand at the kid, "... creature back here instead of to a hospital?"
That seems to give Veld pause for a moment before his ears go red and he looks away, flustered, "I panicked... alright?"
They send him a dry, bland, look before turning their head to look at the kid, crossing their arms as their gaze sweeps across her from top to toe. Vincent can see the kid giving them a dirty look and it takes every ounce of their self-control not to gesture rudely at her.
OMG FINALLY
So I'm sure ya'll remember the now 4 month long saga of me trying and failing to make my FFEC work on my PC
Turns out I had to delete *ONE* file that was causing issues now it works again!
4 months and I found out how to fix the problem before support even got back to me...
OMG
Happy Valentine's Day to all my moots
<3
DASH GAME. get to know your mutuals. answer and tag six people you want to know better.
favourite colour. Either black, red or purple (I can't pick just one lmao)
last song on repeat. Cry For Me - Ironmouse (Ft Bubi)
currently watching. GTFO / Phasmophobia / 7 Days to Die / Prison Architect (I don't watch TV or Netflix much anymore so this is all I got - I watch them to sleep lol)
currently playing. Wuthering Waves, Genshin Impact, Arknights Enfield and The Sims 4 (been busy grinding to expand my collection of men)
currently reading. I haven't read a book in AGES
currently craving. Cabury's Creme Egg Trifle (ig idk I ain't that hungry rn)
tagged by: @gcldfanged (Thnx <3)
Tagging: You. Consider this a threat - you have been tagged.
Happy almost New Year, ya'll!!
Hope it is all well for you!
See ya next year, fuckers!
I'm gonna have to sit and wait for my EC to update fully on my phone
...
It is 19 fuckin' GB total
Dude I just...
:(
Ya'll have no idea how tempting it is to revamp Vincent's FNAF verse
The only thing stopping me would be what kind of character to make them
Because I has a few options but deciding which one is going to take all day lmao
Idea: Hades!Hypnos has his eyes closed basically at all times because looking into them- Medusa style- sends you into a deep sleep
So like, unless he's pissed tf off, then he keeps his eyes shut
Makes him gliding around on roller skates even funnier lol