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[feretra]

❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜ (to jezebel from haimon)

She'd already been under a surfeit of stimuli by the time Haimon's voice caught her attention. The shift in The Hound's hold on her current quarry almost imperceptible, but softened still, as she casts a partial gaze in the direction of the voice interrupting her meal. 

"So, if y'point is t'wax philosophic, then by all means don't let me stop you," Jezebel is quick to reply, even if the delivery rolls out slow and heavy. Fingers once again lacing tight along her prey's shoulders; shredding the acrid-smelling faux leather of their jacket and pulling them closer to the snapping jaws of their demise. "But from t'sounds of it, have y'ever thought t'invest in a coat?"

[kojiscorner-a]

The sight of her feeding barely even warrants recognition; so commonplace has the visual become during their time working together. Enlisting the services of a hellhound hadn't been something he'd foreseen when opening the Lazarus Pit, but the 'quirks' of doing so hadn't taken long to become routine. Her barb gets more consideration, and he curls his lip with a bit of offense -though not surprise-at her easy dismissal.

"I'm not talking about that kind of cold, Jez..." A cigarette is pulled from a pack in the confines of his jacket and lit before he takes a long, slow drag and exhales.

[dilffactory]

"--What did you call me."

She's teasing him, mostly. Although her Russian lessons had been spotty and inconsistent, she's learned all the sweet little pet names and cute little diminutives, appreciates that he lets her call him Tolya when he's supposed to be an intimidating security-lead slash bodyguard for their slightly scary boss.

That he lets her stumble through Russian while flirting with him.

"The usual bullshit around here. Thing somebody was shooting at Spider-Man. Shit shot, and that's coming from me. They tried to get me to stick around for an ambulance, but..."

Darcy shrugs, as if that's a clear answer.

"Okay, maybe I'm lying a little. They were hurting a dog, and I maybe got, like, a little involved. But they're going to jail and I get to be pampered by a hot dude, soooo who really wins?"

[kojiscorner-a]

Her feigned ignorance gets an amused shake of the head. Playfulness aside, he's been genuinely pleased with her progress in learning his first language and bridging the communicative gap between them piece by piece. Through her jests and jabs she affords him a patience he's unaccustomed to receiving from others that he finds himself savoring.

The disconcerting revelation of her having put herself in harm's way is, for the moment, overtaken by her rather endearing motivation for doing so.

"мой храбрый герой. I know you did best to keep doggy safe. Next time, if happens so close you call me and I protect you too."

[dilffactory]

🗣️Darcy and Anatoly

Darcy: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Anatoly: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Darcy: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Anatoly: Somehow that's worse.

[kojiscorner-a]

fuckin nerds I love 'em

[dilffactory]

She's glad to see it's him, when she manages to see at all. The pain was blinding -- maybe someone else could have handled it better than Darcy, but she wasn't accustomed to having shots glance off the generous curve of her hip (curse her DNA for giving her such baby-bearing hips, when she'd never intended to use them in the first place!), so, in her books? She's doing pretty damn well.

Mascara and eyeliner streaks down her face, her lipstick smudged like a bloody bruise from her lips down her jaw from where she'd wiped away snot from crying.

Thank g-d its Anatoly.

"--Tolya!"

Certainly, Vasily might have known what to do -- but his affection was distant, at best. And Vitaly?

They got along well enough in their own way, now, a blessing if there ever was one. She enjoyed their spitfire banter, hit back and forth like a tennis birdie. Or did tennis use a ball? Whatever. It was fun -- much more than the venom they used to spit back and forth, but she was far from the mental state where that would be good.

Still, Anatoly whips his shirt off and Darcy huffs a laugh.

"Maybe I should get shot more often cause those abs are--"

A hiss of pain. Laughing, bad. Got it.

"I dunno. I don't think it was on purpose? I was..." Heavy, pained breathing. She'll be fine, she knows, but it still sucks.

"Collateral damage, or something? Fuck. It's shallow, I know that much. But it hurts like a mother fucker."

[kojiscorner-a]

A wave of relief washes over Anatoly as the lack of severity becomes clear. He even lets go of the breath he doesn't notice he's been holding in a quick laugh at her half completed quip, though it quickly becomes a sympathetic wince at her pain. Though the stakes appear much lower than initially thought, he takes a hand away to fish for his phone and contact the on call doctor to meet them.

With that settled, he looks back to her, face softened. It suddenly hits him just how scary the thought of losing her feels. What they have has come to mean more than either of them ever planned, and while it's not exactly a welcome feeling-having such a point of vulnerability like he's never known-he doesn't try to push it away. He does keep it to himself, being very aware of his place in things and having long since made his peace with that.

"I know, милый, I know. Gun wound is no fun, but pain will pass. Just take deep breath in and out, then tell Anatoly what happen. I sure is good story."

[dilffactory]

The fact that he had to consider her simple, basic question flies over Darcy's head. She has never known someone like Vasily before, and likely will never know someone like him again.

So she smiles up at him, big and genuine, joyful despite the fact her face is sheened with sweat, her big ocean eyes underlined by the bruises that came only with exhaustion.

"Very generous of you."

"How did you know what was going on, anyways?"

[kojiscorner-a]

It's all too easy to forget how clever and observant she truly is behind all the jokes and flirtations. He's certain he'd have lost track himself if he weren't so regularly witness to the clarity in her eyes as she scans the room during meetings or the impressive attention to detail in her notes and the efficient structure of her itineraries. She is no fool, and a part of himself he is slow to admit to having appreciates it despite the complications it can cause in his plans.

"Power like this runs in my family. I can feel it in others, usually. With you....empty as you are now, I do not sense anything from you anymore, but before there was so much it became difficult to miss. I only wish I'd recognized it sooner- before you were in such pain."

[dilffactory]

Slumped in his chair, Darcy takes a few deep breaths, looking up at him through the thick of her mascara-painted eyelashes.

"-- Can I ask you a question, boss?"

[kojiscorner-a]

He considers her request briefly, ultimately deciding to grant her this small indulgence. She has earned it, after all; even if she doesn't realize it.

"You may."

[kojiscorner-a]

@dilffactory asked:

∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured .

Darcy --> Anatoly

The moment of joy he feels at the sight of her entrance is immediately swept away once he catches sight of blood spilling through the fingers of her hand that is held at her side desperately trying to stem the flow. He's next to her in a blink; steadying her before she can topple over as he leads her to a seat.

With her off her feet, he hurriedly discards his jacket and uses his shirt to cover the wound and apply his own pressure, hoping to get the bleeding under control. He then looks to her, meeting her eyes and his own lack any of their customary mirth or mischief. He speaks, and his words come out unnervingly flat and curt.

"Who did this?"

[kojiscorner-a]

@dilffactory asked

❝ i still feel like shit. ❞ Darcy --> Vasily. She's drowsy, that's true, but already she looks loads better than before.

"You just went from nearly burst balloon to being very quickly deflated. I imagine you will need some time to recover. What is important is that the danger is passed."

[dilffactory]

As I walk through the valley of death, I am alone, I am alone And all those words that you once said, they no longer take me home I am alone, I am alone, I am alone

A multimuse featuring characters from Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Dragon Age, Resident Evil, and others. “grunge edgelord promo for the grunge edgelord“ – @mysteriary, who made this beautiful promo for me

[kojiscorner-a]

starter call, pls specify muse

[givemeangstymemes]

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

[shitpostinguniverse]

[jackmeister]

Of all the directions I thought this comic was heading, this wasn’t it.

[harlequinhatter]

Even when you know the punchline, it still punches you.

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[ampervadasz]

[garbage-empress]

she who controls the frogs controls it all

[jtated-deactivated20180729]

At first I was like hmmmmmm but THEN

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Activate the frog vortex

[teaboot]

MAGIC!!!! :D

[bronzebastion]

[bronzebastion]

thebronzebastion​:

“People in this city need somebody they can count on. We got plenty  of freaky ass bats running around chasing after the other colorful  nutjobs, but who’s lookin’ out for the people on the street? Not all  criminals have a themed costume, and not all victims are obvious.  There’s enough fear going around in this city; people could use a real  protector, someone that can be a… a bastion of hope. I can be that.”

- Independent Gotham Vigilante OC - Written by Koji/21+/15+yrs RP EXP - Canon/OC/AU/Non-selective - Multiship/Multiverse - Potential for NSFW themes like violence, death, blood, gore, etc.  

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[there-is-blood-on-my-hands]

PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.