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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@causticdecay
friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down
You try to act as if youâre savinâ me, but you wouldnât cut the rope if it was hanginâ me.
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 Donât 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 donât want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
Benign.
paraphiliapetâ:Â
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 Coleâs savior, and he wasnât about to let that go.Â
âI-Iâd really like thatâŠare you hungry? I-I could maybe heat something up for you..â 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.Â
Cole found himself flushing at the thought of just how happy that thought made him.
It wasnât 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 didnât. 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? â... Iâm not hungry.â Heâd eaten, he was pretty sure. It was hard to keep track of sometimes. âBut you can help me with the tea.â
Blood/Lust
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Pitch Black
grimxlkinâ:
Razkiel moved over and slid his hand around Isaacâs throat, pressing him down, applying light pressure on his airways. It was likely a wasted effortâhe didnât think the boy needed to breatheâbut it was evident he could feel, and Razkielâs claws dug into the muscles there, almost piercing. When he let go, small crescents marked his skin.Â
âYou are nothing like me.â He was straddling his hips. Cat eyes dragged over Isaacâs lips, his neck, the dip of his collarbones. But what he saw was something else.
Black mistâthe shape of a tailâglimpsed behind Razkiel as he leaned down, pressed his cold lips to Isaacâs. âMy heart beats,â he whispered. âI am the life-blood of spirits.â Sharp teeth grazed his jaw, trailing up to his ear. âAn immortal.â
âNow youââ The fae laughed. âWhy, your soul is filthy.âÂ
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.Â
Good.Â
âCan you see it?â He kept his voice low; the illusion of intimacy. âI canât die either, but youâre right. I certainly ainât life.â 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.Â
dragoncanefangsâ:Â
âYou get half now but I ask no questions should some of Simonâs product mysteriously vanish.â Money meant nothing to Tine but control did and if he was to hire this boy again some ground rules needed to be set.Â
âDo not be greedy and keep it off the high streets and you may do as you wish with it.âÂ
Setting his own mug down there was still plenty of tea in it but he was drinking it more for the look than taste.
âI look forward to seeing your progress Isaac.â 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 wasnât his usual gig, but he could make it work. So he took Tineâs gloved hand and shook it firmly, flashing teeth. âYou need to know anythinâ else before I get started?â
Devil in the Details
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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.
âNot particularly,â he replied casually. âIâm from a fishing village in Wales, this isnât exactly the most comfortable environment for me.â He shrugged, turning back to face him. âBut the money is good and I personally enjoy the drinks,â he added with a chuckle. âSome the people are absolute monsters but theyâre at least interesting.
âWhat about you?â He finished his second drink, watching him carefully over the rim of his empty glass. âWhy do you work with these people if you donât like them?â
âI donât often actually meet these people.â Isaac laughed, though it lacked real humour. Heâd never been to Wales, but heâd been near enough to know it wasnât posh. Oliver lacked the atrocious accent, but that was maybe a good thing. âI canât get along with âem, even when I try. I just canât relate.â He picked up his expensive drink, downing it.Â
violetviolxnce-aâ:Â
âHow many marks are you expecting, one, and two, do you have an idea how hard itâs going to be to get information out of this Dean guy?â 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.
Itâs 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.Â
âAnd three, I guess, are there any terms in your contract I should know about? Special conditions? I know how particular employers can be.â
@violetviolxnceâ
âHe wants it to be nasty enough to send a message.â He shrugs his free shoulder, as though he isnât thrilled to bits at the idea of being paid to be cruel. âAnd Deanâs a simple man. He deals in information and cash. Eitherâll be enough to get the details.â He assures lightly, following up with a playful bump of his hip to hers. To any outsiders, they look like lovesick fools. âYou any good in a casino, love?âÂ
Iâm what the kids call âan atrocity to godâ.
rocbitesâ:Â
âTrue, though theyâd probably love that.â He sneered, holding Isaacâs gaze until he said the magic words. Or more, commanded the magic words. It made Jacksâ lick his lips at the sound and after a few more moments of remaining like this, he removed his hand from the otherâs hair and instead, finished his drink and the chips - pointing a finger at Issac.
    âHeâs paying.â
Isaac grinned at the bartender and put a fifty down, sliding off the stool. He slipped a finger under Jacksâ choker, tugging on it lightly to lead him towards the door. âOut.âÂ
Equitable
destroyerofwxrldsâ:
causticdecayâ:
It hit Isaac in the chest, though he was pleased that he didnât 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 Smoothieâs anger did nothing but please him.Â
âOh no, itâs totally fine.â He winked. âI know motor skills slow down when you get old.âÂ
     âYes, well, with your sloppy approach to jobs and bad attitude, I doubt youâll live long enough to find out for yourself.â It was a bold claim given Isaacâs condition; Blue hadnât bothered to give him any intel on his âpartner in crime.â Of course, heâd been instructed only to hand the money over and leave. They didnât need to know each otherâs history.
Blue didnât know much about Isaac either, honestly. For someone so young, he was suspiciously good at making himself hard to look up. âBold of you to assume I can die.â Heâd never be this forthcoming about his powers, but he knew Smoothie wouldnât believe it. It was more of a game - an inside joke with himself - to tease with it.Â
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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 itâs doing to blogs on what was supposed to be a website for older teens and adults, they might actually give a shit.Â
If you make it clear how stupid their new update is, maybe theyâll actually do something. Or maybe theyâll delete their whole site. Either way â theyâre clearly not listening to their userbase now.
[I popped on to organise my drafts ready for when I next had a chunk of time to actually reply, and whatâs this? @thezomblr and @hellrager are finally screwing?Â
What year is this and how long was I gone?]
Are you coming back?
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TLDR: Yes!! Yes, definitely, Iâm just so busy.
[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.]