[midnightrot]

     midnightrot.     a study of terror, tragedy, and the southern gothic tradition.     narrated by raylan.

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[leneemusing]

SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS 

[ TRUST ]  sender gently telling the receiver “just let go” as they get them to finish.  

[ TRUSTED ]  receiver gently telling sender “just let go” as they get them to finish. 

[ GRATIFY ]  sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them. 

[ GRATIFYING ]  receiver asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating sender after teasing them. 

[ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. 

[ CONTROLLED ]  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue.  

[ GAZE ]  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ HOLD ]  sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you.” 

[ HELD ]  receiver holding sender close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you” 

[ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ JOYFUL ]  receiver getting louder than usual which makes sender start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. 

[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. 

[ ADORED ]  receiver whispering “you’re perfect” to sender after undressing them. 

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starter call. specify muse(s).

[mobilealabama]

[hillsidegravestone]

LONG IN THE TOOTH.

would you keep your voice down?

don’t move.

i think we should get to work.

this isn’t just about this case.

you ever consider i happen to be good at the job?

you get away with just about anything.

don’t lie anymore, okay?

[name]! my favorite u.s. marshal!

yeah, i never forget a hat.

i suppose you’re still really mad at me, huh?

i thought i had you measured.

you gave me your word, and i took it.

you know what’s gonna happen to you if the bad guys find you before i do?

it ain’t like it was, back in the day.

what are you, some kind of fancy lawman?

we do we go from here, marshal?

next time i see you, i’ll kill you.

we are officially in the middle of friggin’ nowhere.

you take one more step, i’ll shoot you.

got an ambulance on the way.

i warned you. twice.

but i knew it. i knew it. i knew deep down, i was capable of this. 

you got to get away from me.

you don’t even know who i am.

it’s just a scratch.

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despite his aversion to it, hancock prefers to exist in silence. his response to his trauma is nothing like raleigh’s — after the death of his co-pilot, he isn’t merciless in his attempt to numb himself, to wear himself down. his bunk’s quiet. he remains in silence. when yancy was ripped out of the drift, raleigh’s mind went quiet, and raleigh sought to fill that void by whatever means necessary. but hancock came to terms with it. and that’s what sets hancock apart from the other pilots in the hong kong shatterdome — his grief doesn’t make him angry, and he seeks no redemption. there is nothing he can do to fix the silence of his late friend or save them. he wears his grief like a scar.

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i’m either gonna write on ashley or draw for the next three hours. either way, i’ll be on deputystakes for the time being.

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i’m gonna crash in like. three minutes. but i’ll be adding the following muses in the morning:

benny gecko, fnv.

carter blake, deep blue sea.

john seed, fc5.

the junior deputy, fc5.

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@tengallon said,    poor thing. you don’t talk much, do you?  ( @caleb )

beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep’s clothing,  but inwardly they are ravenous wolves.   caleb’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.    he’s a wolf in a sheep’s bloodied pelt.    the bartender’s eyeing him something fierce,  trying to match smoke-obscured features to the crumpled  ‘ MISSING ’  posters stapled all around the town hall.    there’s another cowboy in the bar.    another puff of smoke in the bartender’s face.    caleb’s been here all night,  a lure in hungry waters,  a hook hidden behind shiny, sad eyes.    

         ‘ your mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers? ’    hook, line, and sinker. 

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you were burned,  you were about to burn,  you’re still on fire.

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now for REAL dilfs. i have two fc5 oc concepts.

single father who sent his kid to college. lives alone in montana. john seed probably tried to buy his family ranch before it was taken by force. he joins the resistance after the place is liberated.

some guy in the resistance who genuinely loves blowing shit up. he's a gun for hire. lighter thief. he IS the anti-aircraft weapon.

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if anyone wants their night ruined. someone on tiktok called tom hol.land a dilf

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plotting call.ㅤ like this and i’ll hit you up to discuss possible plots and dynamics!

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re. james hancock.

all-american jaeger jockey,  senior pilot of the mark-ii jaeger iron patriot.

though he was primarily stationed at the los angeles shatterdome,  he and his co-pilot dropped with the hansens in sydney, australia on two occasions — once with lucky seven,  and again with striker eureka.

in his prime,  he racked up seven kills beside his co-pilot.     on their eighth drop,  his co-pilot was ripped out of the hull,  leaving their jaeger dead in the water.

after his co-pilot’s death,  he remained at the los angeles shatterdome until it was decommissioned by the jaeger program.

he was later recruited by stacker pentecost to aid in the training of raleigh becket’s co-pilot candidates.

like pentecost,  he’s battling radiation poisoning,  though his case is far less severe.

he’s a seasoned pilot,  but he’s far less cocky than he was, back in the day.

he’s covered in scars from his drivesuit — they’re deeply embedded in his skin,  from his ankles to his neck.     the jaeger was unsalvageable when the helicopter pilots came to haul it out of the ocean.

[hillsidegravestone]

FIRE IN THE HOLE.

time flies, huh?

then maybe I should’ve killed you, huh? maybe i made a mistake.

well, we all have regrets.

cut me a little slack here, okay?

does nothing count, that I let you live?

you’re unarmed, huh?

this… this bullshit… this is gonna be on the nightly news.

got any other skills?

good to see you.

it was justified.

it’s a small office, [name]. i’m concerned when we switch brands of coffee.

my god, [name], any other shit you want to dump on me tonight?

you know him?

these surely are end times.

hey. turn that shit off.

i think he’s dead.

and the dangerous thing about the word of faith is, it puts the believer in the driver’s seat. and it puts god and his will and his plan for your life in the back.

i did what i had to do.

[name] … the minute you walked in, i knew everything was gonna be all right.

who the hell are you, the undertaker?

you know your name, don’t you?

you don’t walk into a person’s house unless you’re invited.

i want you to understand. i don’t pull my sidearm unless i’m gonna shoot to kill.

jesus christ, i got a scattergun pointed right at you.

can you rack in a load before i put a hole through you?

look at you … a suit, a necktie, looking good, looking like a lawman.

yeah, all those days, good and bad, they long gone now.

you think you know me?

i know you like to shoot bad people. i heard about that gun thug you shot.

but, you know, at any point, when you were looking at that gun thug, did you see your daddy’s face?

hey, [name], let me ask you a question. would you shoot me if you got the chance?

you make me pull, i’ll put you down.

it’s always good to see you, [name].

now, you get out of [harlan county] by tomorrow noon, or i’m gonna come looking for you.

come with me while i smoke.

hey, why don’t you come by for supper?

you want to come, there’s nothing on earth gonna stop you.

we’re like big-game hunters, [name], except that you’re the bait.

you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

oh, you folks are missing a hell of a show.

let’s hit it.

you want me to kill ‘em or wing ‘em?

outlaw life’s hard, ain’t it?

what are you packing?

you’ll pay to find that out.

you got ice-cold water running through your veins.

put the gun down, please.

oh, you really did it, huh? you really did it. you did it.

i’m sorry. but you called it.

you almost gave him a heart attack.

i’m gonna be working in kentucky, working for the marshal’s office.

guess i just never thought of myself as an angry man.

oh, [name]. well, you do a good job of hiding it, and i suppose most folks don’t see it, but, honestly … you are the angriest man i have ever known.

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good morning i’m gonna tweak my muse list. and then i’ll try to get this blog going.

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you were burned,  you were about to burn,  you’re still on fire.