Unchained

Independent Mink RP blog. Mun is over 18. Multiverse, Multishipping. Semi-Selective.I love OCs and writing with characters from other series!This blog is NSFW.

[meskwanagekozijig]

Activity announcement

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a professional writer and published author. As of right now, my first novel was published nearly two years ago and I’ve finally got most of the planning and research done in order to start formally working through the sequel. I put it off for a while due to lack of inspiration and personal issues in my life. 

That being said, coming back to RP for a while really boosted my confidence and got me back in a good place to write. The practice was exactly what I needed! Unfortunately, while I work on this 1400 + page labor of love, that means I’m going to be VERY SELECTIVE about my threads on here. Which sucks, but it’s what I’ve gotta do. I’ve got to be very gentle with my muse so I don’t lose it again. 

That means my replies might be spotty, or you might see me only responding to ONE OR TWO threads at a time. This is not anything against you personally, again-- I’ve just got to keep my focus. 

Thanks in advance for understanding. AND AS ALWAYS you can find a link to my author’s page on facebook on my personal blog, which has links where you can buy my first book if you’re interested in supporting this starving artist please and thanks. :3

[pianouran]

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Insomnia

[loveispeakyblinders]

whoa

[studlyhumble]

I’m bothered by how the outlet and plug don’t match

[amifunnyyetornah]

thats the point of the piece. she has insomnia so she cant “plug in” to sleeping. 

[thyartismordor-deactivated20140]

this is fucking perfect holy fuck

[maybelunahaditright-deactivated]

follow me on vine

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I haven’t got anything posted yet– but that leaves me with asking what sort of thing you’d like to see? Just me talking? THE SHIBA??? BOYFRIEND??? 

I’ll even take requests tbh. Hell. Want me to read poetry? Whatever. My days can get boring. u_u

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[aobaboon]

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[meskwanagekozijig]

"You're a rather handsome man."

Mink looked around, completely baffled for a moment until he realized that he was the one being spoken to. He raised a brow before asking; “What– you mean… me? “

[nooterspeghooter-deactivated202]

“Yes, you.” He looked to the large, burly man before him. He was quite the cutie.

[meskwanagekozijig]

Normally, he’d be intrigued by the unique looks of this man... but he’d seen crazier recently. 

“I... thanks? I think.” He grunted shortly. 

[meskwanagekozijig]

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[chubyduby]

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Like sandy weeds Omae igai wa nuritsubuseru Tagaini tamashii ga eien o motomeru

[noisysmudge]

I’m not sorry

[meskwanagekozijig]

“Someone save me from the emotional terrorist that is Aoba Seragaki.”

[meskwanagekozijig]

I AM LITERALLY MCFREAKING LOSING IT OVER THIS SONG AND IT IS ALL seamsplit‘S FAULT

it doesn’t help that the I missheard the end of that first verse “This lie is dead” as “Sly is dead” LIKE FOUR TIMES before I finally said “HOLD THE FUCK UP” and had to look at the lyrics >.> 

[einteil-vonmir]

[blue-skies-and-rain]

[meskwanagekozijig]

OOC

*calmly works on tradish beadwork while authoring shameless MinAo smut*

i was going to make an ironic rez joke and then the fact that you CAN SEE MY PENDLETON PRINT CUP IN THE BACKGROUND made it ....unironic  

[meskwanagekozijig]

He had been desperate for that affirmation, and it was like removing the last limiters containing his passion. Still gentle, Mink passes his hands through Aoba’s hair again, carefully brushing through the feathers he’d placed there. Aoba deserved to be treated like a prince, and more and more Mink feels like he’s been failing him up until now. 

He arches his back, pulling away to bring his hands to the hem of the smaller man’s shirt. Pointedly, he peeles it upward to expose the expanse of his stomach, and begin to cover that skin in kisses as well. Always, Mink trails his touches lower until his hands rest on Aoba’s hips– his mouth and breath ghosting at his waistband. 

Mink doesn’t ask permission this time. He unfastens Aoba’s pants with dexterous fingers and tugs them down over his lovely hips. Amber eyes drift upward to watch the other’s reaction as his head dips between silky thighs, lips parted to taste his most sensitive skin. 

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[meskwanagekozijig]

Everything about Aoba’s reactions felt like fire to him. He ran his fingers along Aoba’s inner thighs while his mouth did the dirty work, tongue and lips moving in tandem to pleasure his lover while he reveled in his taste. It was to him-- as selfless act. As much as he longed for this kind of connection, choosing to do this in particular was a way to channel his desire to bring Aoba pleasure in a manner that had nothing to do with his own-- despite the fact that just doing this had his jeans feeling rather too tight. He’d ignore it for now. 

Waves of auburn slowly fell over his shoulders as he began to slowly and deliberately bob his head, moving slickly along his lover’s length. Mink wanted to hear him say his name again-- with more passion and desperation this time. The moment hadn’t yet become frenzied and desperate-- but there was a part of him that already was. Desperate for Aoba’s accetance. Desperate for Aoba’s forgiveness even though it had already been given on countless occasions. 

[meskwanagekozijig]

The acquisition sends shivers through Mink in a very dark manner that he wouldn’t like to admit. To own Aoba… to make every part of him his… 

With only a moment’s hesitation, he sinks down and lifts Aoba’s smaller frame into his arms, hands gripping under his thighs in such a way to force him to wrap his legs ‘round his waist. That moments’ hesitation seems to be all that’s left in him, as he deftly deposits Aoba onto the thick fur and woven wool rug that covers the floor in front of the old wood stove. 

There was no boundary now between the beast that Mink kept carefully bridled and the form that was Aoba– that which the beast desired more than anything else. 

He returns to kissing the younger man, shifting to trail those kisses down along his jawline– even daring to leave a garland of them along the somewhat grotesque seam along his throat. 

Again, as though to confirm with him, Mink utters huskily: “I want to take you.” 

[seamsplit]

Before Aoba even registers the movement, he’s being hoisted up into strong arms, his smaller frame easily manipulated.  Then again, he’s not entirely against it.  His arms are quick to wrap around Mink’s neck, holding close against him until he’s been set down steady again.

He can feel the familiar, soft fur under him, the warmth of the stoves glow to his left.  Actually, he’s fallen asleep here a couple times, from his memory.  He nestles back against the rub, letting lengthy blue hair splay beneath his head and tickle feathers at his shoulders.

Each kiss makes Aoba’s skin tingle.  And when they finally reach the seam of his halved throat, the younger gasps, tilting his chin upwards to submissively bare his neck.

❝..  Take me.❞  He sighs, arms briefly tightening around broad shoulders, urging him to continue as he pleases.

[meskwanagekozijig]

He had been desperate for that affirmation, and it was like removing the last limiters containing his passion. Still gentle, Mink passes his hands through Aoba’s hair again, carefully brushing through the feathers he’d placed there. Aoba deserved to be treated like a prince, and more and more Mink feels like he’s been failing him up until now. 

He arches his back, pulling away to bring his hands to the hem of the smaller man’s shirt. Pointedly, he peeles it upward to expose the expanse of his stomach, and begin to cover that skin in kisses as well. Always, Mink trails his touches lower until his hands rest on Aoba’s hips-- his mouth and breath ghosting at his waistband. 

Mink doesn’t ask permission this time. He unfastens Aoba’s pants with dexterous fingers and tugs them down over his lovely hips. Amber eyes drift upward to watch the other’s reaction as his head dips between silky thighs, lips parted to taste his most sensitive skin. 

[meskwanagekozijig]

please save angel child mizook, minku ;n;

[He will do his best ;3; ]

[Mizuki is breaking his heart rn tbh]