MEMENTO MORI

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welcome to the fog! @fistsbruised​ is a revamped dead by daylight mxm-based blog. i will only interact with those who are 21+ as this blog will contain mature themes. i will post updates here as i see fit. my muse page is currently up & i’m probably going to be adding more in the near future!

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ac: k_sen212 on twitter.

[zenndaya]

JACOB ELORDI W BEST PERFORMANCES CELEBRATION

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bredbydaylight​:

picking favorites was frowned upon for killers in the realm, but as frank was slicing and dicing survivors one by one, all he could think about was how excited he was to see jeff. with his bloody knife in hand, he tugged his sweatpants down and tore his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but lacy lingerie as white as the sow outside. whistling to himself as he slowly walked towards the entrance to the lodge, he let his knife scratch along the walls to alert jeff of his presence. “come out, come out, wherever you are…” he called out before he was darting towards the generator as if about to strike. instead, he bent over the side that the man was working on, back arching as he raised his ass high in the air behind him, heels clicking against the cold pavement. “i’ve got a gift for you, handsome, but you’ve gotta stop working on that generator if you wanna unwrap it…” lowering the tip of his knife to frank’s jaw, he forced the survivor to gaze up at him, his pecs nearly spilling out of the confines of his bra. “show me where your priorities lie.”

ah, there it was: the terror radius of the impending killer, only jeff knew that it was frank, the one he’d become so infatuated with as of lately. paired with the scratching of the knife, the terror radius became almost deafening as he saw the killer drop his upper body down by the generator, poking his scantily clad ass out for jeff to see. he dropped his hands, wiping them on his jeans, and smirked at the killer. “ i knew you would come... ” as he felt the cool steel of frank’s knife, jeff raised his head slowly and got up from the crouching position. snow fell from his kneecaps as he did so. he admired every crevice of frank’s body behind the confines of the nearly-nonexistent lingerie and how every little dip of his upper could be seen in the firelight. “ i’ve been dreaming of that pussy, you little slut... how ‘bout you start by letting me see those tits? ” his large hand reached down to play with frank’s nipples through the satin fabric. 

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flexrated​:

emilio was bored and left feeling extremely out of place, even at a bar that was often visited by numerous sports teams and party goers. it was simply becoming more clear and clear by the day that the states as a whole just might not be for him. unfortunately, it was his only way to see his dream of soccer stardom come true and so he stayed. nursing on his first beer in a bar that might as well have been his sofa. and then some charming stranger slid up to the side of him and emilio snorted softly as his eyes drifted from large, built arms to the bruise that decorated otherwise dreamy eyes. “i already have a drink, thanks…” emilio responded with a raise and lazy gesture of the beer going warm in his grip. “not really doing what i was hoping it’d do, though. any ideas for an alternative…?” he asked, licking his lips while letting his eyes take the other in a little better. 

" i’ve got a few ideas, baby... ” said the man from manchester, eyeing the other with a smirk on his lips. he finished off his bottle of beer and slid it towards the opposite edge of the counter as to signal to the bartender that he was finished. he then swiveled in his barstool so he was completely facing the other male. the muscular male leaned in to the other man’s ear and whispered: “ there’s an alleyway right outside this building where you can get on your knees and suck my cock. maybe i’ll even fuck you. that the kind of alternative you’re looking for? ”

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LIKE this post and i will go into your open starters tag (if i’m able to find it) and reply to one of your opens! specify who or you’ll get a random~ 

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canonbxys​:

Jason was good at knowing when eyes were on him. He made sure to take a bit more time, swinging a few extra times just to let the person get an extra shot or two. As much as Jason pretended to be a cold uncaring guy, he still liked the attention that he sometimes got from being Red Hood. But when he noticed the flashing suddenly stopping, Jason took notice. He swiftly made his way to the photographer. Dropping down into the alley, Jason looked at the thugs and took them out quickly. He turned back towards Jonathan and took a pause. “Hey, you okay?” He grabbed the shattered camera and held it out to the other, giving a small smile, not that Jonathan could see it behind his red mask. “Did they hurt you much? I could take you to the hospital if you need?”

jonathan had pretty much expected his death at this point— or at least a really brutal beating as he backed into the corner and ducked down behind a garbage can. in the distance, the male could hear the sound of thudding & groaning as what sounded like bodies hit the ground. he could only hope that whomever was attacking the men was working in his favor. he looked at his camera and almost felt as if he could cry, but jonathan held it in. as he extended a hand to grab the camera, his hand shook. “ my camera... ” he stared at it sadly, till the other male’s voice broke the silence. “ oh no! it’s okay, really, they just kicked me a couple of times, i’m fine, but you— you have some blood on you... are you okay? w-who are you? ”

[loveallthegays]

When you go from Zinn to Cal Cambon

[aa-lionheart]

Eddie Diaz and his inability to hide his heart eyes for Buck at work

[riickgrimes]

JJ Maybank and Pope Heyward OUTER BANKS | 2.08 “The Cross”

“That means the cross is buried at the foot of the angel”

[tylerposey]

THOMAS DOHERTY as Max Wolfe “She’s Having a Maybe” — Gossip Girl (1.02)

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tylerposey: THOMAS DOHERTY as Max Wolfe
“She’s Having a Maybe” — Gossip Girl (1.02)

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closed: continued from here ( @inxspacetime )

the older male watched as kenny began to remove his santa garb, first the beard, and then the hat which was placed on top of his head. he chuckled at the action and grabbed the hat, pushing it down further onto his head so it sat comfortably. the ex-cia agent had been with the drug dealer for a while now, and found that his expertise in the government and in computers worked well for kenny. “ mr. claus... i think this helps your case a lot. ” he said with a chuckle, taking a few steps forward to place a kiss on his lips softly. “ but what is christmas without the candy cane? ” he stared obviously at kenny’s muscled chest and arms, admiring his sexy santa. he softly bit down on his own bottom lip as he admired kenny’s package through the thin red fabric. “ do i get to sit on your lap, too? ”

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closed: @bredbydaylight​

the cool winds of the ormond ski lodge cut through the snowbanks and caused jeff to shiver. he looked around, assuming to the be the only survivor in the trial as he’d planned. the man jogged to the center of the map, where there was an untouched generator by the glowing warmth of a fire. this ski lodge, where he had been countless times, was the home of the legion- the murderous teens who had killed so many. now broken and rundown by the entity, there was still a comforting warmth about it, and by far his favorite place to meet frank. he started repairing the generator as he waited for frank to appear, and he knew he would appear.

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closed: @canonbxys​

jonathan strode down the streets in a worn leather jacket, jeans, a scarf, and a band tee. snowflakes gently peppered down around him and his breath was visible. it was quiet- eerily quiet, though he expected nothing less on christmas eve. people were home with their families, and here he was: taking pictures. he snapped a picture from a bridge of the moon reflecting on the water, then one of a couple sitting on a bench. he was just about to go home, however, when he found his picture of the night. up above, the young male could hear the sound of what seemed to be someone zipping from rooftop-to-rooftop. then he saw it! or him, rather. he was a young, toned male in a mask who was very talented at acrobatics, it seemed. jonathan, feeling excited, began to snap picture after picture, his flash lighting up the dark alleyway. as his finger pressed down on the capture button for the last time, he felt a blow to his back and went crumpling to the snow-covered ground. his camera lens had shattered, but he didn’t care about that right now. all he cared about was escaping as his potential captor delivered a kick to his ribs. jonathan got to his feet and began to run… and he didn’t stop till he found himself at a dead end.