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"There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it" OC Lich | NSFW | 18+ Multiverse |Multiship

[painhaver-moved]

friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

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You try to act as if you’re savin’ me, but you wouldn’t cut the rope if it was hangin’ me.

[nocturnexsins-archived]

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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Benign.

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paraphiliapet‌: 

Cole clung to Isaac as soon as he was given the chance, pressing closer than he probably needed to, his head resting against his shoulder as the adrenaline began to subside. He just needed to be close to the other in that moment. Isaac had yet again proven himself to be nothing short of Cole’s savior, and he wasn’t about to let that go. 

“I-I’d really like that…are you hungry? I-I could maybe heat something up for you..” It was a little crazy just how quickly things seemed to go back to normal, the two of them heading back to the old building, back to the apartment they shared. 

Cole found himself  flushing at the thought of just how happy that thought made him.

It wasn’t safe for Cole to be around him. He knew that, and had he been a better man, maybe he would have done something about it. He didn’t. He was selfish, and greedy, and he wanted the pretty blond all to himself.  So he led him back up to their apartment, adrenaline slowly leaving him. It amazed him how accepting Cole was, how understanding.  Would anything scare him off? Was there a limit to his acceptance?  “... I’m not hungry.” He’d eaten, he was pretty sure. It was hard to keep track of sometimes. “But you can help me with the tea.”

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Blood/Lust

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paraphiliapet‌:

Keep reading

The velvet heat around him became like a vice, and for a moment Isaac’s control slipped. With his fingers (claws?) buried in the cushions he came with a noise almost like a hiss, and for a moment he forgot himself. His magic reacted to the crack in his control, and the sofa started to decay beneath them. Like the passage of time had sped up, starting from where his hands touched, the old thing completely collapsed in on itself, full of rot and filth. The air had grown heavy, the light in the room struggling to get through the blind.  “Fuck... Fuck...”

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Pitch Black

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grimxlkin‌:

Razkiel moved over and slid his hand around Isaac’s throat, pressing him down, applying light pressure on his airways. It was likely a wasted effort—he didn’t think the boy needed to breathe—but it was evident he could feel, and Razkiel’s claws dug into the muscles there, almost piercing. When he let go, small crescents marked his skin. 

“You are nothing like me.” He was straddling his hips. Cat eyes dragged over Isaac’s lips, his neck, the dip of his collarbones. But what he saw was something else.

Black mist—the shape of a tail—glimpsed behind Razkiel as he leaned down, pressed his cold lips to Isaac’s. “My heart beats,” he whispered. “I am the life-blood of spirits.” Sharp teeth grazed his jaw, trailing up to his ear. “An immortal.”

“Now you—” The fae laughed. “Why, your soul is filthy.” 

The danger - the adrenaline - felt like doing a line of coke. Isaac felt wired, each pinprick of pain like electric against his skin. This creature, whatever it was, was going to hurt him. 

Good. 

“Can you see it?” He kept his voice low; the illusion of intimacy. “I can’t die either, but you’re right. I certainly ain’t life.” He grinned and relaxed into the soft mound of fur beneath him, head tilted just so to tempt the other into trying to squeeze his throat again. 

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dragoncanefangs‌: 

“You get half now but I ask no questions should some of Simon’s product mysteriously vanish.” Money meant nothing to Tine but control did and if he was to hire this boy again some ground rules needed to be set. 

“Do not be greedy and keep it off the high streets and you may do as you wish with it.” 

Setting his own mug down there was still plenty of tea in it but he was drinking it more for the look than taste.

“I look forward to seeing your progress Isaac.” A gloved hand reached over the table and hung in the air waiting to be taken.

That was a fair deal to him. Half now, keep the drug off the streets, have fun tormenting a guy into insanity. It wasn’t his usual gig, but he could make it work.  So he took Tine’s gloved hand and shook it firmly, flashing teeth.  “You need to know anythin’ else before I get started?”

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Devil in the Details

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awanderingselkie‌:  

Oliver followed his gaze out to the crowd, scanning them lazily. He sipped his drink, leaning back against the back of the booth. He knew a lot of the faces, though only a few made eye contact. He was with a client, after all.

“Not particularly,” he replied casually. “I’m from a fishing village in Wales, this isn’t exactly the most comfortable environment for me.” He shrugged, turning back to face him. “But the money is good and I personally enjoy the drinks,” he added with a chuckle. “Some the people are absolute monsters but they’re at least interesting.

“What about you?” He finished his second drink, watching him carefully over the rim of his empty glass. “Why do you work with these people if you don’t like them?”

“I don’t often actually meet these people.” Isaac laughed, though it lacked real humour. He’d never been to Wales, but he’d been near enough to know it wasn’t posh. Oliver lacked the atrocious accent, but that was maybe a good thing.  “I can’t get along with ‘em, even when I try. I just can’t relate.” He picked up his expensive drink, downing it. 

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violetviolxnce-a‌: 

“How many marks are you expecting, one, and two, do you have an idea how hard it’s going to be to get information out of this Dean guy?” Shannon walks closer to Isaac now, playing the role of doting date, her arm laced in his, offering him doe-eyed looks and lacing her fingers through his.

It’s the best way to keep prying eyes from suspecting them. He picked up a drunk girl at a bar. Simple. Just be all over him. 

“And three, I guess, are there any terms in your contract I should know about? Special conditions? I know how particular employers can be.”

@violetviolxnce​

“He wants it to be nasty enough to send a message.” He shrugs his free shoulder, as though he isn’t thrilled to bits at the idea of being paid to be cruel.  “And Dean’s a simple man. He deals in information and cash. Either’ll be enough to get the details.” He assures lightly, following up with a playful bump of his hip to hers. To any outsiders, they look like lovesick fools.  “You any good in a casino, love?” 

[voidbirdy]

I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.

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rocbites‌: 

“True, though they’d probably love that.” He sneered, holding Isaac’s gaze until he said the magic words. Or more, commanded the magic words. It made Jacks’ lick his lips at the sound and after a few more moments of remaining like this, he removed his hand from the other’s hair and instead, finished his drink and the chips - pointing a finger at Issac.

      “He’s paying.”

Isaac grinned at the bartender and put a fifty down, sliding off the stool. He slipped a finger under Jacks’ choker, tugging on it lightly to lead him towards the door.  “Out.” 

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Equitable

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destroyerofwxrlds‌:

causticdecay‌:

It hit Isaac in the chest, though he was pleased that he didn’t let it hit the floor. It was ridiculous and petty, but it was a small victory over this uptight prick. He only grinned in response to the glare, like Smoothie’s anger did nothing but please him. 

“Oh no, it’s totally fine.” He winked. “I know motor skills slow down when you get old.” 

     “Yes, well, with your sloppy approach to jobs and bad attitude, I doubt you’ll live long enough to find out for yourself.” It was a bold claim given Isaac’s condition; Blue hadn’t bothered to give him any intel on his ‘partner in crime.’ Of course, he’d been instructed only to hand the money over and leave. They didn’t need to know each other’s history.

Blue didn’t know much about Isaac either, honestly. For someone so young, he was suspiciously good at making himself hard to look up.  “Bold of you to assume I can die.” He’d never be this forthcoming about his powers, but he knew Smoothie wouldn’t believe it. It was more of a game - an inside joke with himself - to tease with it. 

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[muchymozzarella]

HEY GUYS!

Please bombard the Tumblr app with 1 star or the lowest ratings possible. If every user on this site starts making it clear how truly useless it is for what it’s doing to blogs on what was supposed to be a website for older teens and adults, they might actually give a shit. 

If you make it clear how stupid their new update is, maybe they’ll actually do something. Or maybe they’ll delete their whole site. Either way – they’re clearly not listening to their userbase now.

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[I popped on to organise my drafts ready for when I next had a chunk of time to actually reply, and what’s this? @thezomblr and @hellrager are finally screwing? 

What year is this and how long was I gone?]

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Are you coming back?

[ooc: 

TLDR: Yes!! Yes, definitely, I’m just so busy.

I want to RP, I just can’t justify it to myself right now. Every second I spend not working on my thesis, or my projects, or extracurricular stuff, I feel guilty for. It’s kind shit? I’ll watch a youtube video that lasts like twenty minutes, and as soon as it ends it’s like a punch to the gut of ‘WHY WEREN’T YOU WORKING?’

They tell us to get a high grade you need to be putting in about 40 hours a week of your own time in OUTSIDE of the expected 9-5 mon-fri. 

Even the people in my year that don’t have any mental or physical illnesses are struggling. A few of my close friends are having to apply for more time. It’s kinda shit.]

[causticdecay]

[quick update lads. TLDR: University and my thesis are currently taking turns hitting me with bats, while mental health waits in the sidelines with knuckle dusters.

I'm not gone, just slowing right down at the moment. I'm going to set some time aside to chill on Saturday, so I'll probably get to replies then. If you want my discord, please don't be shy.

Also anyone I'm plotting with, I am interested I promise. I'm just prioritising my degree.]