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DND QUIZ
ROGUE
You’re a practical and unusually resourceful person with big dreams that may or may not involve copious amounts of money or treasure. You’re ambitious, you know what you want, and you’ll do whatever you can to get it. Some people might think you’re selfish, but you know it’s important to take care of yourself first. You thrive under pressure and you might have a bit of a mischievous or chaotic side.
ASSASSIN
You focus your training on the grim art of death. Stealth, poison, and disguise help you eliminate your foes with deadly efficiency. You’re a pragmatic and straightforward person who doesn’t like to waste your time or energy on people and things that aren’t worth it. You’re at your best when you have time to prepare and go into things with a plan, though you’re certainly capable of improvising if the plan doesn’t work out. You’re observant, always paying attention to your environment and taking note of things that might be useful. Once you set your mind on something, you pursue it with a focused and intense determination.
cw: nsfw below
Gabriel Luna as Tommy Miller — The Last of Us, 1.06 “Kin”
✱˚。⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY. a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy. feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios. )
SETTINGS.
[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.
[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.
[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".
[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.
[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.
[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.
[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.
[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.
[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.
NEW TERRITORY.
[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.
[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.
[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.
[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.
[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.
[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.
[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.
[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.
[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.
[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.
HEATING UP.
[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.
[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.
[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.
[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.
[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.
[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.
[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.
[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.
[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.
[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.
[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.
UNRAVELING.
[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.
[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.
[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.
[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.
[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.
[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.
[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.
[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.
[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.
[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.
[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.
[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.
[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.
COMING DOWN.
[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.
[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.
[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.
[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.
[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.
[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.
[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.
[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.
[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.
#HOGST00TH -> penned by cheno. " something something fine red mist... "
21+ indie portrayal of BIRDEYE from escape from tarkov.
verses updated -> resident evil.
𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
bold what does apply to your muse , italicize what applies sometimes , strike through what never applies .
you know what they say about marines…
[ MULBERRY ]sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together. except it's just fuckin' the woods map probably.
Sometimes he couldn’t help but think Russia had its charms. Walking through a rich deciduous forest with a lovely green canopy shading his head and an assortment of trees (of which he recognized mostly spruce and pine) flanking his left and right- it was kind of beautiful. Peaceful, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was armed to the teeth, ears peeled for the sudden sound of gunfire that could signal the end his life, he could almost imagine himself taking a walk somewhere nice back home. He had heard these woods were part of some nature preserve, and he supposed that made sense. They walked alongside what looked like a long overgrown hiking trail. He took a deep breath in to gather all those lovely earthy smells into his nose. Unlike some of the other places they roamed, this one hadn’t been tainted by the smell of rot and blood. Plus, any bodies lying forever beneath these trees were likely because of him. The dense tree line was hell to navigate. Even he knew how easy it was to suddenly look up and realize he was lost in the middle of all the green; but the trees also made an excellent tapestry for an experienced sniper to weave himself into. A prime hunting ground. That's why when scavs and PMCs made the mistake of wandering into the woods the usual peaceful forest sounds were punctuated by a sudden bang! and then the resounding echo. Just one bang of course. He knew what he was doing. And then maybe the additional sound of the bullet blowing through the meat and bone of someone’s head. Kind of a gross crack and squish. Right now though the trees were quiet. The creaks of his gear fell louder than his footsteps. He loved that. A sniffle and then a cough sounded off to his right. “Shut up, Pipe.” He said without turning to look at his traveling companion. There was a lace of irritation both faux and real in his voice. “I’m trying to enjoy nature.”
@bon3frog
for every passing thought of how enticing tarkov is in its lawlessness, there's a particular (and often fleeting) concept of how unfathomably boring it could be. action was contained to the movement of rats and contractors brimming with false bravado picked from the pockets of the deceased - geared up heavily with the intent to become lethal errand boys for thankless traders who had endless tasks. the ecosystem depended on them, it kept the door spinning to some extent; god forbid the egotistical die before they wander too close to flag reminiscent to jolly roger.
here was one of those moments :
stronghold is silent, its skeleton creaks and groans in the late afternoon wind as gunfire and scav chatter draws silent. the night is reserved for the emboldened, they'll travel under the hum of stolen night vision, unaware of sharp-shot adversaries until it's perhaps too late. knight uses the resounding quiet to pack stashed backpack with food and supplies from the seemingly endlessly full crates. marcus chooses to pack mags, a tedious clicking sound as he leans into the cool lines of neptune's spear - mag clicks into place, he makes note to clean her when they're back in hideout ... following mags stuffed into rig with ease.
one could argue these moments were necessary, men could not survive under the heavy breath of war if it was consistent. balance was key to the preservation of sanity, the perpetuation of humanity to some extent; even for men who probably appeared more monsters than anything else.
but why rustle at the bottom of the food chain when you could be comfortably on top ?
there are other necessities, of course: food, water, sleep, human connection, structure. the human body was both resilient and fragile all the same - slung rifle lays across long discard cot, hands feeling across pouches and pockets for well-loved book of matches as pipe clicks between teeth. consider it another necessity: much preferred if the idea was between cigarettes and tobacco. harder to get, unless you knew who to question, but more needed than luxury all the same. nose crunches with sniffle, smoke billowing through nostrils as he takes a wayward inhale. it lingers in the already musty space, dispersed only with the additional body.
" if you're lookin' for knight, he's stashin' shit to move. " a languid kind of motion, he plucks pipe from mouth following a heavy-mouthed drag, stare anything but preoccupied with his typically masked companion. but his space becomes anything but his own in the moment, and eyes are drug upward from their resting place along curve of smoking pipe, brows pinched under the frame of sunglasses.
human contact, a necessity. a piece of survival. catering to a specific kind of hunger.
who the fuck is he to argue ?
the other lingers closer still; they don't talk about it, never preemptively and never after. there's nothing to talk about. you don't go shedding armor and displaying underbelly to motherfuckers who will gut you ... seeking food in the untrustworthy was more death wish than anything else. marcus adjusts pipe from dominant hand to his left, opening body language like written permission for the other to close the gap.
and when they do, he offers nothing short of causal confidence; hand once occupied with pipe raises to help slip gator away from the curve of face - that same hand wraps idle along the side of the other's neck, gloved fingertips keeping just enough hold as he reels the other in. the kiss is practiced, comfortable despite the underlying tread around the subject. he's all tobacco and sweat, spurring on opened mouth kisses with the idle knead of fingertips. there's a sort of laugh between the motions.
" trying to get a little something for the road, eye ? " tone drips in mischief; he finally sets pipe down.
@hogst00th. stolen. accepting.
He has an itch under his skin more often than not these days. Something about being trapped in a war zone apparently did it for him, and he doesn’t know what that says but it’s a constant buzz on the back of his mind. A distraction. It travels up and down, through the fingers he clenches around his rifle and back until he starts to drive himself crazy. There isn’t much to do except think about it while he finishes his rounds.
It’s in one of the last rooms he’s checking that he finds the expectation of relief. Doing exactly what he expects.
The other man’s not paying him any attention. He's focused on his pipe, probably filled with some fancy shit Brandon has no taste for, but he must feel it in the air as he lingers nearby because soon he turns, must see the itch in his eyes too because then he’s shifting, wordlessly opening his shoulders to make room.
He steps in easily.
The first time they had done this it had been messy, all teeth and angles and competition. Now it’s easy, comfortable even, as Pipe’s hand comes to his neck to pull him in, and easy in the way he lets him. They press kisses into each other like hands sliding into a pair of well worn gloves. His fingers trail down sides, tracing from vest to shirt, coming to rest like a whisper just above belt.
Of course they don’t talk about it. He wouldn’t do this if they did.
> " trying to get a little something for the road, eye ? "
His lips curl upwards to match the ones they were pressed against. Maybe I am, they say. It's teasing, but the easy kind.
He takes pipe leaving hand as his cue to press forward. Closer. Harder. Hands dip lower until they trace hips, fingers curl through belt loops, he resists the urge to pull and he lets himself get a real taste instead. He indulges for a moment. Tongue slips past lips and its smoke, like always.
When he pulls back there's a heady weight to his gaze. There's no hiding the hungry predator he is but there’s an answering playfulness too. A challenge. He runs his tongue across his top lip like he's licking it clean. “What- you complaining?”
@bon3frog
better believe birdie is celebrating the holiday today 🍃
thinking about birdeye saying “I have nothing to lose” and charging the player after they kill knight and pipe.
what does your love taste like?
cigarettes and coffee
a love like yours is raw, bitter, deeply human. it’s the kind of love that lingers in your skin, in your clothes, in the spaces between words. yes, you’re un unforgettable lover. you stain. it’s a love that keeps you awake at night. maybe you didn’t even want to fall in love at first, am i right? you just wanted to have fun and now you’re stuck, you really can’t get them out of your head and you fought it for a while or maybe you’re still fighting it. yours is a love that’s flawed, human, and deeply felt. it’s not made for fairy tales, but for indie song artists and lovers who do not care about the happily-ever-after, only about the present. being loved by you leaves a bitter aftertaste, you know? it carries a certain ache. it’s full of long pauses, stained fingertips, and glances that say more than words. but are you sure your partner knows how to interpret them? it can be pretty confusing. it’s so hard to guess what you’re thinking or what you’re feeling that you might leave your partner often wondering: “do they really want to be with me?”. some days you’re considerate, sweet, it’s so fun to be with you. then you distance yourself and you get all caught up in your own thoughts and problems you hardly share the burden of. the hardest part is loving you back. child, why do you make it so difficult? why do you push people away? is there something that makes you feel like you’re not worthy of being loved? is it your anger? your love tastes like coffee and cigarettes for breakfast. that might not be enough to satiate your lover’s hunger.
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VERSES
Pre-Tarkov: canon divergent. anything spanning from his childhood to joining the marines, then marsoc, then usec, and any of the missions up until being deployed to tarkov during the contract wars.
Tarkov: follows the events of the game, mainly what happens after the "blue fire" that cuts off all communication with the outside world and the subsequent complete sociopolitical collapse of tarkov. birdeye was initially deployed to tarkov to protect terra group secrets; but after being abandoned by usec he bands together with his two close friends and comrades, knight and big pipe, to form the infamous goon squad. canon divergent in the sense that this is an exploration of his thoughts and motivations during his time as an apex predator and warlord that are not elaborated on by the game so I’m just going to make it up.
Post-Tarkov: tbd.
Resident Evil: terragroup is an umbrella-like corporation experimenting with serums and bioweapons. loosely follows the tarkov verse in that birdeye was initially hired as a contractor to protect their secrets and assets. possibly following the tarkov timeline where he gets left behind and trapped in tarkov when terragroup pulls out, running into those who came to either steal from or take down the corporation.
Fantasy/DND: tbd.
Vampire the Masquerade/WoD: set loosely after his tarkov verse (where some details might be edited or omitted). struggling to adjust after returning to the states and with his meager funds running out he ends up working for a shady new pmc where he gets unknowingly caught up in a fight against a crew of vampires. it goes poorly, and with death baring down upon him he has the misfortune of catching the eye of the banu haqim who had just torn his throat out. he’s embraced (essentially for his skill set) and forced to begin learning how to live as one of the dead (bro is not having fun).
GABRIEL LUNA as BORO POLONIA Fubar, Season One (2023)
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 . ( a collection of action prompts. feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated. )
[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.
[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.
[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.
[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.
[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.
[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.
[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.
[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.
[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.
[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.
[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.
[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.
[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.
[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.
[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.
[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.
[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.
[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.
[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.
[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .
[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.
[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.
[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.
[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.
[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.