PLAY FOR KEEPS / TRUST NO ONE

    DO THEM HARM / TAKE THEIR SHIT. rules / elvis

[hadesltd]

   “do these jeans make my ass look fat?”

   “or do i need to return them? be honest.” @youmaythinkyouknowme​

[hadesltd]

surprise i am alive : ) i’m sorting through things but catch me on my discord !

[hadesltd]

i’m currently possibly workin on a new oc so ! it’s discord for me !

[hadesltd]

                                                         …

              ///cue. prince ali ababwa’s entrance from Aladdin (2019): except its HADES                   starring as the monkey, the genie, and the princess. obviously. DUH.///

   “too much?”

   a beat, “or, not enough?”

   “you can tell me, yknow. i take it back, i don’t wanna know. but tell me. or don’t. then again. do it.” @youmaythinkyouknowme​

[hadesltd]

ANYWAYS while i, hunt my replies. like this for a crack starter from HADES : ) )) but don’t actually if you love yourself at all 

[hadesltd]

the NEMESIS ( hades ) and SERPENS ( elvis ) bloodline is NASTY 

[hadesltd]

resurrectedher‌:

dakota leaned forward, closer, and slightly dug the knife deeper into his chest. it’s enough to draw out some blood, to draw out whatever point she was trying to make. “i don’t think you want to know what mine is.” she tilted her head and dug it slightly further. “are you gonna tell me what you want or are we gonna go back and forth all night? ‘cause i’ve got enough stamina for the both of us.” 

   we do love a little foreplay ! “playing hard to get, will only make me, want it even more sunshine.” elvis, bound and bleeding, asking for more. what more could a girl want, am i right? “and rush our chemistry? i would hate to come ( out with it ) so soon.” he leans into the knife, just enough to get close. “you understand.” 

[hadesltd]

i’ll be on discord regretting that last post  ! add me @ cherry sprite 🍒🍋#4739

[hadesltd]

                                                          . . .

                 ///corey in the house theme plays: EXCEPT it’s las vegas and hades///

   “you rang,” @sinninggod​

[hadesltd]

biirdbone‌:

         “I have about ten.”         She doesn’t bother to ask him if he needs help - don’t see any mirrors around here, do you? Emma holds out the plasters for him to hold for a second so that she can dive back into her purse. Tissues, bottle of water… That’ll do for cleaning him up. God knows why she’s doing this. Maybe she’s just got a soft spot for people who grin through their cuts and bruises.          “Wanna sit so I can reach your face?”

   elvis obeys, mostly to choose his first bandage, placement is important obviously. DUH. but more importantly, we wouldn’t want the star patterns to clash. “gonna go ahead and say thank you now,” here’s hoping she isn’t some backstabbing self interested creature that takes an admission of grattitude as a token to collect and hold over his head.  just girly things, y’know “fore you make a crybaby outta me, cleaning me up. so. thank you, stranger.” 

[hadesltd]

i'm officially here to catch up on what i owe while i restrain myself from writing hades again : ) 

[hadesltd]

if I ever write hades again his main fc will be THE Dwayne The Rock Johnson and it's all henri's @sinninggod fault

[hadesltd]

i'm probably gonna be gone for about a week but if I'm around it'll be low activity !!!

[hadesltd]

wclfpck‌:

❝ i’ve never heard of anyone who is a fan of boring conversations. ❞

   “never met greenberg, huh? nevermind greenberg. we wouldn’t want to summon him ala beetlejuice. “makes y’fan of crime, mysteries of beacon hills, and all that nonsense then?” 

[hadesltd]

tiigerking‌:

“it shouldn’t matter what i think you are. it’s about what you think of yourself. and…i’m guessing that you don’t think of yourself very highly.”

   “channeling your inner dr. phil?” elvis yawns, s’if this is an everyday thing. could be, for all he knows. “what makes you say all that?” 

[hadesltd]

ichordreamt‌:

the lights flicker, and although quinn remains at ease, camille stiffened, but kept her distance by talking to nearby customers. quinn stepped behind the counter and rested her elbows on top of it. “who said that miss deveroux was competition?” if, after all, she is the one bringing a small portion of possible customers over there. her grin grew into something more mischievous than mirthful. “‘m really not the one to give away all of my secrets. it takes the, uh. what did you call it? mystery out of it.” 

   elvis’ smile grows, splitting his face. we do love a good chase ! “either you’re too kind, or all kinds of confident.” elvis breaks, tasting honesty on his tongue. rolls it around, been a while since he’s tasted the flavor, “so, take one of mine.” fingers make quick work of the bandage on his left palm. leaves us with the yawning knife wound there, and the putrid smell of undying flesh trying it’s best to decay. must love her job ! “spose’ i have a knife, that did this, with little to NO HELP. enough mystery, to interest ya?” 

[hadesltd]

resurrectedher‌:

“s’a little kinky. even for me.”  she smirked and remained as she was. this was fun, wasn’t it? “i’ll take it under consideration.” 

   “that case, my safe word is gale,” elvis’ drawl is half as charming, as it ought to be, that is if he wants to get out of this. “how very upper management, of you.”