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@faulty-dalliance
Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM...
≛ - wrapped up like a gift
☠ - murderously angry
❣ - hopelessly horny
♣ - feeling like a rider of Rohan
☤ - with a large, bleeding wound
✯ - with a sudden urge to cuddle
♚ - with a cunning plan
FOOPH! //Lol can't resist. Love the new blog layout to, btw.
Send “Fooph!” and my character will reacting to having bent over only to feel your character slap them on the ass.
"Delic—— do that again, and I’ll have to slit your throat."
"You are just mad because you liked it more than you should have, right? How does it feel to have the tables turned on you, Izaaaya~?"
"I’m entirely sure that I disliked it so I don’t think the tables turned at all it’s just your imagination."
"The tables certainly have turned now that I'm the one pissing you off, you are the one on the other end of this train. Now I would like to crash your party and make sure you are the one throwing things out of anger you damn, flea."
FOOPH! //Lol can't resist. Love the new blog layout to, btw.
Send “Fooph!” and my character will reacting to having bent over only to feel your character slap them on the ass.
"Delic—— do that again, and I’ll have to slit your throat."
"Haha, but I’m not like you and my views on the world aren’t as twisted and fucked up as yours, damn flea. Maybe it is you who needs to change your view on life and what the meaning to ‘sweet’ revenge is." The blond put extra emphasis on the word sweet as he laughed and shook his head at the raven.
The more the blond spoke the more appealing the idea of slitting his throat sounded, too bad he couldn’t without being held responsible. He didn’t have the utensils to frame anyone on hand. "No, your idea of sweet revenge is slapping someones arse perversely, which is irrelevant in my eyes. I have no intention of changing my outlook on life or my epitome of sweet revenge."
"You are just mad because you liked it more than you should have, right? How does it feel to have the tables turned on you, Izaaaya~?"
FOOPH! //Lol can't resist. Love the new blog layout to, btw.
Send “Fooph!” and my character will reacting to having bent over only to feel your character slap them on the ass.
"Delic—— do that again, and I’ll have to slit your throat."
"Ah come now, don’t be like that little flea. Wasn’t it you who used to get such a kick out of pissing me off? It’s certainly my turn to get some sweet revenge."
"Your idea of sweet revenge is very perverse, I always thought revenge was suppose to scar you for the rest of your life like when a serial killer kills for vengeance it is eternal."
"Haha, but I'm not like you and my views on the world aren't as twisted and fucked up as yours, damn flea. Maybe it is you who needs to change your view on life and what the meaning to 'sweet' revenge is." The blond put extra emphasis on the word sweet as he laughed and shook his head at the raven.
FOOPH! //Lol can't resist. Love the new blog layout to, btw.
Send “Fooph!” and my character will reacting to having bent over only to feel your character slap them on the ass.
"Delic—— do that again, and I’ll have to slit your throat."
"Ah come now, don't be like that little flea. Wasn't it you who used to get such a kick out of pissing me off? It's certainly my turn to get some sweet revenge."
What?!
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
Fingers ran through saffron strands before the man lit his cigarette with the aid of his left hand to block the wind, shaking the the match out with the other. Tossing the small stick to the ground as he rounded the corner and took a rather large hit. Trying to edge his nerves back to a neutral state from the stress of the workday. Hazel eyes glancing over the horizon and admiring the sun set while he walked. Upon reaching the corner he found himself blocked by a man who resembled the flea looking up at him cutting his path short.
Brilliant crimson orbs working their way over his features as if he were comparing his looks to their own fancies, a hand came up to cup his junk and Delic almost dropped his cigarette in shock. Though his legs didn't move when those sinful lips asked if he had money and the only thing he could do was nod and frown, "What would you do if I said I did? What makes you think for one second I would--" Words cut as the man delved deeper and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them before reaching in to rub on his heated flesh.
The blond hissed and closed his eyes for a moment, dragging the other into the alley and out of sight to question him, "What the fuck? Are you fucking serious about this you damn flea? Why do you want me and why are you asking for money, please tell me this is some sort of elaborate joke and you aren't really out here selling yourself like a common street whore."
What?!
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
The bar had finally closed for the night and Delic sighed in content, he was in charge of cleaning up and locking the place all up before heading home. The quiet made all the stress from that day slowly fade from his body, hands busy with washing the last few dishes when someone came up behind him and slipped their arms around him. The blond's body froze and he shifted a bit to try and catch a glimpse of who was behind him, only catching sight of the furry trimmed hood of the raven's parka. 'Dammit, Flea.'
Delic froze up when the man continued his actions and edged more down towards the blond's pants before lifting the apron up to reach them, unbuttoning and unzipping the white jeans with ease, "Fuck...what're you doing, Flea!?" He could feel the water splash up over his apron as his hands shuffled to grip the sides of the sink tub nearly breaking it with the strength. Those soft hands made contact with his heated flesh and the blond almost lost his sanity, cursing under his breath. Couldn't believe this was happening, his mind running in circle as it tried to gather it's senses enough to fight back only to stall and begin again when the raven would touch a sweet spot.
Teeth clenching in an attempt to keep any sound from escaping him, only growls and grunts getting past. It felt too good to pull away from even if it was the damn flea and he cursed himself for every minute he let the other touch him, that long fuse withering down oh so slowly and fizzling out to nothing when it was supposed to explode. Instead he would paint the surface in front of him white and be left to clean that mess up too when the damn flea would make his escape laughing like an idiot. Oh payback would be a bitch.
Now everyone is sending me, What?!
Hahaha!
What?!
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
The raven could feel the bed dip down as the blond man sat in front of him, his voice soft as he spoke before touching him, “I’m going to change the wraps over your eyes, I want you to keep them shut, we still don’t know if you have recovered and it might be too much for you to just open them all at once into the light. So don’t freak out when I touch you, okay?” Upon finishing Izaya could feel the man’s warmth radiating off one of his large hands as the reached his right ear, holding it there to keep the raven steady. His right hand snaking around to unhook the wrap from the back and pull it off slowly.
Unwrapping his eyes slowly and carefully because Delic wasn’t positive if the man’s head was still damaged or not and he didn’t want to make it worse by accidentally hurting him more by being rough. Changing the bandages with little problems only to freeze when the smaller made a move to slip his hand over the blond’s crotch. Words catching in his throat only to release as a soft gasp, muscles throughout his body clenching and his eyes shut for a moment to try and keep his wits.
"Izaya…? What are you doing?"
The words hung in the air between them receiving no reply from the raven as his hand continued it’s path to unbutton and unzip the pants, hazel orbs cracking open to catch a glimpse of the other’s face. His chest heaving at the look portrayed across those features, one thing the blond knew well was fear and desperation. Stomach sinking when he tried to speak again, "Don’t do this. You look terrified, Izaya…why are you doing this if you know deep down you don’t want to?" His words stopped when the raven pressed on, perhaps he was seeking a reaction? The flea was good at that, was this all a ploy to get him angry?
No way. Izaya wouldn’t have set up something this elaborate to simply get him angry, even to a point of getting himself injured in the process. It couldn’t be fake…so what was he doing?
The fleas hand was cool, almost as if his body never retained heat very well as if slid past the fabric of his boxers and against the heated flesh underneath. If it wasn’t bad enough that the raven had that look on his face, Delic was getting off on it. It was almost sickening to him, the very thought that the look from the flea like that could turn him on made him want to puke. His body was frozen, petrified and all he could manage were words and even those were failing him, Izaya wasn’t answering. It was like he was afraid to even speak.
Maybe he was trapped in a moment where he thinks he’s still trapped there? That the man wouldn’t let him go until he finally gave in, but would the flea really get that desperate to be free? Certainly. "Izaya, stop. Snap out of it, you’re safe now. Don’t you remember?" As the hand continued it’s course and rubbed over his forming erection, Delic jumped getting his hands to work enough to drag the other from his spot in front of him to his lap. Hugging him firmly, but not tightly enough to hurt him, "Stop, it’s alright."
The hand now trapped between them and unable to continue gave Delic enough time to calm down, burying his face into Izaya’s shoulder as the other cried silently into his. Whatever happened to the other was enough to make him vulnerable, it almost sickened him how weakened the other had become. It would take some time for his mind to heal, maybe when his sight came back Izaya would recover. Find himself once again, but for now he was almost lost doll. Still trying to do everything without aid until he reached a point in trying where he had to request help and Delic knew it pained him greatly.
Moments like this were rare, one in a million. Shinra had called it post traumatic stress disorder, either way it was painful to see.
What?!
Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
Delic sighs as he shuffles with his pack of cigarettes in his blazer pocket, impatient to get out to smoke one while his agitation level rose with this female customer who was insistent in getting into bed with him. Her advances pushing him more and more away from her and edging further into his nerves. Stepping away from the counter to wash a couple glasses and return them to the main counter for more drinks to be prepared only to freeze up upon setting them down. Something warm and soft was pressing firmly against the front of his pants.
Choking up for a moment while trying to talk to the woman into leaving him alone, his words jumbling and coming out in a hushed hiss, "Y-yeah..well seeEE! I’m…haa…not interested…sorry.." One of his hands falling to the counter to squeeze, hazel hues shifting down as his back arched to aide in getting a better look. The Flea. 'Fuck, why the hell was he here and why is he touching me…? I can't make a scene…fuck..I'm trapped' To his luck the woman walked away taking his tone shift as irritation over shock, leaving him to struggle in keeping silent. His eyes shut tightly and he could only curse under his breath.
"I’ll…kill you…flea."
His body reacted easily to the touching, indicating that the saffron haired man wasn’t active sexually for either quite some time or never. The raven would probably laugh if he wasn’t trying to remain hidden under the counter, Delic would kill him if he wasn’t at work. Trapped. The man had him utterly trapped and all he could do was pretend he was washing the counter top with a rag all the while. Wiping in a circle and laying his forehead to the counter every so often to choke down a sound. Cursing some more.
// Hope you enjoy this, I kinda thought a lil drabble style thing would be more fun. You can turn this into an rp if you’d like or simply leave it at this lolz Thanks for sending me this.
-If my muse died in your arms, how would your muse react?-
It had been some time since the saffron haired man had caught the stench of the 'flea' and it was almost unfamiliar to him. A testimony to how long it have been since the raven haired man had come to piss him off, it seemed like forever now. A bit of relief hitting him when a wave of fresh air hit him only to almost choke on the scent of blood, an insane amount of blood to be catching his senses like such. His cinnamon eyes scanning the surroundings carefully before he walked along the street in search for the source of the smell.
His eyes widening as his unlit cigarette dropped from his lips upon seeing the man caked in blood stumbling towards him, an arm extended with a look of pure fear written on his face.
I don’t want to die!
The screaming inside that look echoed to his very core, shaking him when the man landed against him. Instinctively catching grip of the ebony haired man’s coat, he heaved when caught only to fall limp in the blonds grip. "Izaya?" Delic hated the sound of his own voice as soon as it left his lips, bearing the sound of fear and worry laced in the whispered question. Only brushing it off to bend down and frantically check over the other’s body. "Don’t die…I can’t be the one to see you die…please. Damn flea. Wake up…Wake up!"
His hand push the raven strands aside to look over the other’s porcelain face, blood smeared and caked over his mouth, patterns that appeared to be fingers from the other trying to wipe it only to mess it up worse. His eyes closed and Delic knew they wouldn’t be opening ever again. The dread sinking into the pit of his stomach because he hated the flea, but he never actually wanted him dead, never wanted to be the one to see him die. Now he truly felt the regret, searing.
No…why now? How could you let someone kill you like this, damn flea?
angst please~
You got number 4
A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them.
I will get to this as soon as I can figure out how to write this… -dies- It might take me a little while, but it shouldn’t be like a week or anything!
☁ Not Getting Any Better ϟ
Fingers ran through saffron strands as the man known as 'Delic' lit his cigarette and punched his card out for the end of his work day. It had been a long exhausting day and what had happened next wasn't expected, a loud shuffling could be heard echoing throughout the alley resounding from a back doorway to an old set of apartment buildings, almost like footsteps. The sounds rang out louder and he could hear a bit of a shout and a horrible cracking sound as something slammed into the wall. His gut telling him to look, it wasn't like he needed to be scared as he was the strongest thing in this entire city.
He tossed the cigarette down and snuffed it with his shoe before walking towards the door almost ripping it off the hinges when he pried it open. Upon seeing that there was a blood splatter on the wall with a trail leading down to the fallen raven haired person below he jumped to see if he was alive. Hovering his hand under the man's nose to check if there was air passing over it and sighed with relief when he felt it, his head looking around for the other person he could have sworn he had seen, but upon seeing nothing his attention drew back to the raven. This man needed help, immediately.
First instinct was to call an ambulance, but with Shinra's house being closer he decided he would take the other there with careful consideration for the injuries.
After removing his jacket he lifted the nearly lifeless body carefully to shift it around the other's nude form, wondering silently just what had happened to him. The blond may have been a monster, but he wasn't beyond helping this man even though he looked like the flea. There were many injuries and blood coming from what looked like several cuts, but he couldn't be too sure. He moved fast to get him to Shinra.
Could it really be you, flea?
Shinra took the other in to fix him up stating that there were numerous injuries and that it would take a while for them to heal, stating that the man was Izaya and that the raven couldn't see anything. Delic could only frown because it had been several hours after the incident, the flea was blind? The doctor asked him to look after Izaya because he needed to leave the city for a while and with Izaya's temporary blindness someone needed to look after him.
A silent apology to 'Shizuo' for having to ask it of him, but the blond wasn't too worried about it.
He agrees only due to his bad nature of being worried and if he were to leave the other in this condition, he may as well consider himself a monster and he knew it would cause him regret. Asking softly if the raven was awake before going in to see him laying comfortably on the bed, eyes bandaged by Shinra to prevent any blinding light from hurting his eyes should they happen to recover.
How pitiful you look now...I almost can't believe it.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" The raven had been put in a button up now, the other man's jacket laying on the chair next to the bed. Delic's frown stayed in place as he spoke, unable to shake the worry and the anger he felt at being worried. Also the horrible ache that made him pity even though he believed the flea had it coming, but he knew no one deserves what might have happened to him.
Put an 'Angst please.' in my ask and I'll generate a number 1-10 and see what our muses get! || ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION
Warning: Many trigger warnings (self harm, suicide, rape, etc.) will be included in this list.
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Feels like I'm going to puke, my eyes just burn from wanting to be closed, yet my nose just won't become clear. Fuck my Life
I'm tired of being ignored.
You know the sad thing is how bad this fandom is compared to the others that are out there. I had to step into another to really see the difference. People here are way to shy and scared to start rps, or are just to lazy. I spend hours making my blog look quality in an attempt to give off a great first impression, spend lots of time putting efforts into making beautiful replies and for what? Not a single ask on Valentines day. Not a single ask for days on end. I hate this fandom, I swore to myself that I loved it here, I was horribly wrong. I lost some good friends here for STUPID shit because they couldn’t handle one thing or another. Several assholes who still owe me apologies and then there are those I will never fucking talk to again, because I’m tired of trying way to damn hard for people who do not care to notice others who are being hurt or upset when I could be answering my 30 asks a day on my other blog that’s quickly becoming famous due to my ability to ACTUALLY write great long quality replies. Why are good rpers leaving the fandom? Because we feel that people do not give us enough credit for the hard work we put into making our characters different and making our replies wonderful. I spend 5 hours fixing up a blog to not have any comments thrown at me about how it turned out. I’m just done with this fucking place. People are best to start unfollowing me now because I’m gone.
I'm tired of being ignored.
You know the sad thing is how bad this fandom is compared to the others that are out there. I had to step into another to really see the difference. People here are way to shy and scared to start rps, or are just to lazy. I spend hours making my blog look quality in an attempt to give off a great first impression, spend lots of time putting efforts into making beautiful replies and for what? Not a single ask on Valentines day. Not a single ask for days on end. I hate this fandom, I swore to myself that I loved it here, I was horribly wrong. I lost some good friends here for STUPID shit because they couldn’t handle one thing or another. Several assholes who still owe me apologies and then there are those I will never fucking talk to again, because I’m tired of trying way to damn hard for people who do not care to notice others who are being hurt or upset when I could be answering my 30 asks a day on my other blog that’s quickly becoming famous due to my ability to ACTUALLY write great long quality replies. Why are good rpers leaving the fandom? Because we feel that people do not give us enough credit for the hard work we put into making our characters different and making our replies wonderful. I spend 5 hours fixing up a blog to not have any comments thrown at me about how it turned out. I’m just done with this fucking place. People are best to start unfollowing me now because I’m gone.
