𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐊𝐂𝐕.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  this pinned post is to encourage interactions so i can queue starters and get more threads going before my big move.   it also comes from me almost emptying my queue and preparing to get to work on my asks,  which come from friends and already made ships.

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. ]  please comment below with a muse or verse of yours that doesn’t get enough traffic or any ideas you may have for a starter.   i’ll come up with an idea and reach out to plot with you so we can get the ball rolling!

[ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ]  i’ll periodically be reblogging memes to encourage interactions.   i’m very comfortable with doing pre - establishing things,  even with my ocs,  and honestly i love a good meme and getting the chance to just wing it.

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i think you’re all neat. and i’m saying this because i went from following 200+ on this blog to following 70 on my new one.   and i know i missed some people.   and some of y’all have multiple blogs and i decided to just give me peace,  i’d only follow a few.   and i think that’s okay because you guys know i love you. my decision to move blogs comes from something as small as me being big bad about my tag formatting ( or rather,  hating how hard it is to search for things ) to the fact that i don’t feel comfortable writing certain things on my blog still.   the people i consider friends and the people i def want to reach out to and haven’t yet know what to expect because i make it pretty dang clear.   if not,  well,  this is going to be awkward.   but people around me have gotten anons and comments about their smut and ya girl just isn’t doing it anymore. so yeah . . .   same url.   you are absolutely free to follow me.   if you’re one of the people i accidentally forgot,  i’ll follow you back.   if i don’t,  it has absolutely nothing to do with you as person and just has to do with me wanting to concentrate on a small group and absolutely bury them. i adore you all.

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i’m just going to move blogs.   the asks i have in my inbox are going to be brought with me.   uh . . .  i’ll make another post when it’s solidified.

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martha ( shewalked· ).

                                   you’re  on  thin  ice.  she  shivers  at  the  sound  of  his  voice,  rough,  rugged,  dark  through  the  speakers  of  her  phone,  and  she  doesn’t  bother  muffling  her  moan  in  response.  she  does  sink  her  teeth  in  to  her  lower  lip,  and  she  smiles  at  the  term,  at  the  name  he  calls  her.  it’s  almost  …  cute.  martha  swallowed,  humming  to  him  as  she  drags  both  of  her  fingers  out,  and  the  sinking  them  back  inside  her,  gasping  as  she  hooks  them.  there  is  no  question  as  to  what  she’s  doing.     ❝     just  thought  i’d  keep  you  company,  babe.     ❞      she  tells  him  innocently,  as  if  she  isn’t  knuckle  deep  inside  herself,  ass  perched  on  the  kitchen  counter,  leaning  back  against  the  cabinetry  and  grinning  as  her  hips  jerk  when  she  accidentally  presses  her  thumb  on  her  clit.  she  gasps,  and  she  swears,  to  herself  …  and  to  him.     ❝     f-fuck.     ❞      her  hand  drops  for  a  moment,  phone  held  tight  in  her  fingers,  as  she  braces  her  fist  on  the  countertop.  she  shudders,  rolling  her  shoulders  back  and  forcing  her  hand  to  still  between  her  thighs.  the  other  rises,  phone  to  her  ear,  and  she  is  breathes     ❝     how  “thin”  is  the  ice  i’m  on  ara,  ‘cause  i’m  really  fucking  close  right  now  …  and  i  don’t  think  i  can  wait.     ❞

he  has  done  nothing  to  deserve  this.  he  is  a  good  father  and  he  would  like  to  think  he’s  also  a  good  man.  so  this  torture,  of  literally  hearing  how  wet  martha  is  as  she  touches  herself  over  the  phone,  feels  cruel  in  ways  he  hasn’t  experienced  before.  coupled  with  how  he’s  straining  against  his  jeans,  it’s  no  wonder  his  voice  lowers  even  more  so.      ❝  if  you  come  and  i’m  not  there,    it  is  the  only  time  you’ll  come  tonight,  ❞    he  promises.      ❝  i  know  your  tells.      i’ll  eat  you  out,  i’ll  fuck  you,  and  right  before  you  come,  i’ll  stop.  hell,  maybe  i’ll  torture  you  and  come  in  my  hand.  so  how  fucking  thin  is  that  to  you?  ❞      he  glances  at  the  street  he’s  on,    rolling  his  neck.      ❝  five  minutes.    be  good  for  five  minutes  and  you  can  come  as  many  times  as  you  want.    but  i’m  a  man  of  my  word.    i’ll  punish  you  if  i  have  to.    ❞        and  he’ll  enjoy  it.  he  likes  having  control  as  much  as  he  likes  giving  it  up.  but  this  is  a  game  he  is  more  than  willing  to  not  only  play  but  to  win  as  well.

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noelle ( dervoured​ ).

first  kiss     .  .  .    almost  anyways  starter ,   @elskcv

those  she  help ,   it’s  usually  people  born  with  the  anomaly  gene ,   or  people  affected  by  tantalus  one  way  or  another .   families  or  friends .   but  sometimes  there’s  other  people  that  needs  help   &   she  rarely ,   if  ever  have  the  heart  to  say  no .   if  there  ever  is  something  she  can  do     .  .  .     so  there’s  a  bag  of  papers  made  for  him  and  the  girls ,   appointments  for  a  doctor  that’ll  help  them  and  not  ask  questions   :   some  contacts  that  could  be  helpful  in  the  future  when  more  settled  into  their  life .   meet  in  the  back  of  some  dark  parking  lot  where  nobody  would  think  to  look  twice .   a  few  times  they  have  met  now   &   while  she  should  simply  let  him  go ,   walk  away  one  last  time     .  .  .     she  likes  his  company .   doesn’t  want  it  to  be  the  last  time .   maybe  something  a  little  more  selfish  than  usual  as  she  leans  up ,   but  doesn’t  close  the  distance  entirely .   nose  barely  nudge  against  his ,   not  quite  sure ,   not  wanting  to  cross  boundaries .     ❝   i     .  .  . ❞      dark  gaze  shift  from  his  lips  and  up  to  find  his ,   hint  of  a  smile  tugging  at  lips .     ❝   i’d  really  like  to  see  you  again .   maybe ,   something     .  .  .     not  work  related   ?   ❞

he  has  reluctantly  made  his  peace  with  the  fact  that  he’s  always  going  to  be  an  anomaly.    it  doesn’t  matter  much  if  he  makes  the  decision  to  never  use  his  abilities  again.    the  fact  he  was  made  in  a  lab  and  aged  twenty  years  in  the  span  of  one  is  going  to  make  people  want  to  get  him  on  a  table.    eventually  jack  stopped  hiding  and  decided  to  make  some  money  over  it.    and  much  like  he’s  never  really  lived  on  the  surface,    he’s  never  been  a  father  either.    least  of  all  to  enough  girls  to  have  his  own  sports  team.    so  whatever  help  he  can  get,    he  takes.    and  noelle  has  been  a  big  help.    he  just  didn’t  think  she  would  see  her  as  anything  but  a  hapless  father  until,    well,    now.      ❝  ah,  ❞    he  breathes  in  surprise,    eyes  wide  as  they  look  at  her  mouth  and  then  back  to  her  eyes.    ❝  you  .  .  .      really?  ❞    he  heard  her.  he  just  doesn’t  believe  it.  maybe  because  most  of  the  time,  when  he’s  not  with  his  girls,  he  only  sees  other  people  for  work.  his  hands  hover  in  the  air  for  a  moment  before  he  decides  her  waist  should  be  a  suitable  place.  safe.      ❝  yeah,    i’d  .  .  .      i  would  love  that.  ❞

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John Wick: Chapter 2

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Murderer ( killedarlings· ).·

He is no stranger to the sensation of his throat locking up, of his lungs screaming for air. The only difference this time is that there are a pair of hands around his throat. Mosu had thought he had been in the clear, that as soon as he felt the tickle at the back of his throat that triggered his cough, he pulled himself far away enough from anyone who might be within range. However, he didn’t count on the girl that followed him, who expressed concern when she asked him if he was alright. But it was too late.

Tears stream down his cheeks and all Mosu can think is no, please, not again. 

“ I’m sorry, ” he chokes out, gripping onto the wrists of the man who has him pinned. More tears fall, dribbling down his chin, and he knows he looks as absolutely pathetic as he sounds. But that’s all that he is, just a pathetic excuse for a being. “ Please don’t kill me, ” he blubbers out, his eyes darting back at forth between the cold dark eyes of his captor. “ Death would end to my suffering, and I don’t want that. I don’t deserve it. ”

He doesn’t want to hear the blubbering.   Because no amount of tears will bring her back.   No apologies or pleas are going to fill the gaping hole left behind in his chest.   And while Aramis had originally believed it had been madness that was making him act so viciously,  he knows it’s not true.   He is more human than most guardians and that is because he desired to be.   He saw Alita and he wanted to be more than an invisible observer to her life.   He wanted to be there,  for her.   And he was.   Helpless as she died.                ❝ Likely story, ❞  he says with a dry huff,  other hand coming to roughly grip his cheeks.   ❝ I’ve seen enough human behavior to know how that goes.   I don’t very much care how much you want to live and how you’re being tormented by your guilt.   Your death would mean this never happening to someone again. ❞   And his fingers,  they flex.   He momentarily thinks about ripping the stranger’s head right from his body.   But even he can taste the poison on the air. It’s the thought of what Alita would do to him that makes him toss the man to the side,  following him deeper into the alley.

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He is far more amused than he is annoyed.   It helps knowing he’s not the only one out of practice.   Aldo has allowed his life to be absolutely consumed by his career.   What good habits he had developed from being one of eight children seemed to have disappeared.   So Sang-woo verbalizing his own insecurity is honestly the biggest relief.   ❝ Deep breaths, ❞  he teases,  even going so far as to reach out and touch the other man’s hand.   The silence beforehand had been awkward but he thinks it’s both their faults.   That and a lack of practice.   ❝ You’ve already got me here at the table with you.   You’ve practically sealed the deal.   Now you just have to get my number. ❞   He says it like he hadn’t been the one to blurt out if he wanted to get something from his favorite cafe.   And then he winks,  immediately wondering if it’s awkward.

“I promise, I’m usually better at this—” ( aldo & sang-woo )  ╱  @0000218

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emil ( klarsynt· ).

              he did not expect this to be easy.  he’s switching the game on the other man and he sees how he balks at it.  he sees how he detests it as if it is some forbidden,  disgusting thing.  and emil is not going to let him win this.  it’s his game now and he’s going to make him play it.  they always do this aramis’s way.  he is strong-armed into it and maybe he likes it  (  he loves it  ),  but he wants the control this time.  so when the other man tries to walk away,  his arm reaches out and his closes around the other’s throat again.  he steps into his path and presses the blade beneath his chin once more  (  feels the warmth of the blood already spilt collect on his palm  ).  “  did i say you could fucking leave?  ”  it’s snarled out as he steps in,  hovers his face close to aramis again.  he won’t let him.   “  i’m not done with you.  ”  hand shifts down to curl into the collar of the other man’s shirt,  fingers tightly holding fabric.  his blade presses lower to his throat.  he pushes aramis back towards the nearest wall.   “  you’re gonna fucking take it.  just like you always make me.  don’t be a little bitch about it.  ”   oh,  he might want to touch him softly but there is that same fire in his eyes.  something sadistic in the taste of it still.  it’s his turn to take something he wants from him,  no matter the cost.  

he hadn’t expected an objection.   especially not one so violent after being treated so gently.   he chokes but the hand he brings to emil’s wrist doesn’t break it,  instead curling around as he’s pushed back once more.   this . . .   this is what he can absolutely get behind.   that knife being used on him,  eyes fluttering at the snarled words and pain.   it’s usually him that ends up taking control and he’s left the brunette covered in bruises for someone else to find,  spilt his blood as surely as he licked it up.   this is the most dominant the other has ever been and his heart’s pounding because he truly doesn’t know what to expect.   the sudden swing away from gentle has him reeling but he opens his eyes,  going to reply before sneering at the challenge.   ❝ if anyone’s the little bitch, ❞  he says,  tilting his head down,  ❝ it’s certainly you.   just how many times have i fucked you in a full nelson,  darling? ❞   he exhales shakily,  knowing he’s playing into emil’s hands but desiring to prove him wrong.   ❝ go ahead.   do your worst.   but just prepare for when it’s my turn again.   and no matter how gentle you are with me,  i certainly will not be. ❞

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vray ( solariam​ ).

     those wasps launch a full on invasive attack on the whole of him now, pins and needles creeping down his arms and torso to his legs, where knees buckle backwards and become the only reason he’s still standing. it has become less of a conversation he has waited years to have, and more of a trial where false declarations will have him tossed into the vacuums of space with little more than his shattered dignity. 

                                              “ i have never lied, lest of all to you. “     there is little more to say, as whoever had planted these ideas in her mind clearly had enough influence that she would believe he would harm her in any manner, let alone this. either she will believe him, and he will be able to continue explaining himself properly, or she will not. and he will shrivel.

the right thing to do,  she thinks,  would be to simply leave.   let him wallow in whatever guilt he feels after all this time.   but the thing is,  he’s not wrong.   him making it a point not to lie to her is why his betrayal had hurt so much worse.   gaea had been inconsolable those first months.   and then horrifyingly numb.   she almost feels like she’s thawed out just so she can be angry at him.   this may have been the most she’s felt since he left.                ❝ go ahead then, ❞  she says,  pivoting and leaning back on the wall next to the door.   ❝ tell me what made you leave.   with my mother’s shift.   and someone else.   the least you can do is give me answers before i decide what to do with you. ❞   which . . .   she simply doesn’t know.   the idea of hurting him will never sit right with her,  even if he did it first.

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𝐋𝐄𝐓   𝐌𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐄   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐈𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐎𝐍   𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   —   HWANG   IN-HO   /   THE   FRONT   MAN   @00132            &            CHO   SANG-WOO   @0000218.

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jack is a big blond idiot.   atlas didn’t even tell him to inject himself to get electrobolt.   he just saw a syringe and a mysterious liquid and said,  might as well.   dummy.

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emil ( klarsynt· ).

             if there is such a thing as fate,  them finding each other at the end of the world does seem like some kind of divine planning.  he could have been stuck with any one of the staff.  any of the more apathetic individuals.  the cruel ones who would have jumped at the opportunity to use him for their survival and nothing more.  and with how tightly wound he was by tantalus even after everything happened,  he would have let it happen.  instead he found aldo.  someone kind and good.  he has the kind of heart which never belonged in a place like tantalus and now that they are both free of it,  sometimes it’s difficult for emil to find much qualms with how that freedom was bought. 

emil offers the other man a smile and lets his own grasp tighten around his hand.  he steps a little closer to the side while they walk,  so that he might lean over brush a quick kiss against aldo’s temple before returning to his regular gait.  “  don’t care much where we are or what we’re doing as long as it’s with you.  ”  this world can be grueling.  and the fight to find some kind of cure or vaccine is long.  but there could be worse ways to be spending his time in the apocalypse.  it’s good,  he thinks,  having a purpose for once that goes beyond lining the pockets of greedy men. 

               ❝ that’s that,  then. ❞   and he leans into the other man’s side briefly,  head tilting up for his kiss before he clings to his hand.   it’s odd that sometimes,  even with the condition of the world,  moments between them can be romantic.   aldo had ideas of what he wanted when he grew up:  success in his career,  yes,  but also a family.   perhaps one as big as the one he grew up with.   but then he had gotten swept up in all the work tantalus was doing,  to the point he ignored the truth of what was happening.   this new reality isn’t exactly conducive to domestic life. that’s what makes what they have and what they have found so special.   because while people are losing their loved ones,  somehow they found each other.   and he’s teasing when he tells emil:  ❝ you’re a sap. ❞   because it’s nothing he’s not feeling himself.   they’ve been through a lot and come out on the other side of it stronger than ever.   and not dead.   nothing but victories under their belts.   ❝ you’re lucky i like you. ❞

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going to take a break from working on my new blog,  specifically the slides,  and play some video games.   i got the bioshock collection,  pokemon: sword and dead by daylight.   i got the latter two on my switch.   hopefully that doesn’t fuck me.

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mags ( caestillo· ).

             “  me too,  ”  wide smile spreads across her lips.  she used to read everything she could get her hands upon as a child.  and verita would take her to the library once she was older.  while most of what she read tended to be more educational,  she always allowed an indulgence in more fanciful matters.  leaning forward magnolia presses her lips to gaea’s.  it’s a gentle kiss at first.  and then she delivers another with a touch more hunger.  palm drops from the other’s cheek so she might take a hold of her hand instead.  face pulls away and she lifts gaea’s hand,  pressing her lips to the back of it.  it seems fitting,  for talks of fairytales and all. 

her breath hitches at the way the other woman is looking at her,  lips slightly parted as she sighs and submits to mags’ kiss.   freedom from the life her father and tantalus had forced on her seemed like a dream.   that gaea is finally away from all that and can do things like this,  create just because she desires to,  is every bit the fairytale they’re talking about.   they’re over the hurdles and living their happily ever after.   the way the other woman kisses her hand makes her giggle,  heart galloping as she steps back and curtseys.   ❝ are you a knight,  here to protect me,  or a visiting princess here to court me? ❞  she teases.   they have the time to do silly things like this now.   it’s wonderful.

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@0000218 @gamedebt @doctorgeisler you’re all muy caliente,  OKAY?!?!?!?!?!

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how obnoxious am i?   i’m actually putting slides together,  knowing i will only be writing with certain people and they already basically know my muses,  LOL.