#afvckton

[angcltouched]

. @afvckton psyche asked for ares : Bellatrix — Sender wipes blood from Receiver’s lip with their sleeve.

she came dangerously close to him, step by step, without hesitation. after such a fight, his mind was still caught between the thrill of it and something else he could not quite name. his body was still filled with that familiar rush, the echo of violence running through his veins, the need for more, the need to keep going, to not let it fade away. and yet, as she moved closer, that feeling began to blur, to lose its sharp edge. ( shouldn't she fear you now ? ) his mind screamed, loud. she should. she should fear him like all the others. she should turn and run away, disappear while she still could, without ever looking back. that was how this always went, right ? that was how it was supposed to go.

and yet ... she didn't. she didn't run or stepped back. she didn't even hesitate. she kept moving toward him, closing the space between them as if none of what had just happened mattered, as if the blood on him, the violence still clinging to him, meant nothing at all. and somehow, the anger that had burned so brightly inside him moments ago, the thrill of the fight, of war ... it began to slip away, quieting in a way that felt almost unnatural. ❝ what are you doing ? ❞ the words left him before he could stop them, rough, confused, almost defensive. he was used to fear, used to the way people looked at him, the way they stepped away, despised him simply because they could.

her hand moved slowly, holding the sleeve of her perfect white dress between her fingers, lifting it just enough to reach him. and then she wiped the trail of blood that had formed at the corner of his lips, gentle and carefully, as if he was something that could be handled softly. his eyes remained on her, while his mind struggled to make sense of it all. ( your mind is confused because you don't know what this is. ) that voice lingered somewhere deep inside him. and yet, he didn't despise that feeling.

that was the strange part of it all. he didn't push her away. he didn't step back. maybe he feared it ... maybe. ❝ psyceh ... this ... this is not right. ❞ his voice lowered, losing some of that sharpness, something uncertain slipping through instead. not for her. she was too gentle, too untouched by the kind of world he carried within him. too fragile to be this close to someone like him, someone made of brute force, of everything she should stay away from.

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ) .

[cryptidsdad]

[ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [from psyche]

It is not the first time that he has passed through. The dingy little motel just outside of the nearest town is a somewhat familiar sight. Things have changed since the last time he had been there, of course, but similar enough that Robert can navigate himself around. Finds himself in the little lobby area of the motel where people typically would be trickling in and out of.

The storm raging on outside the doors to the entrance is one of the only sounds above the crackling of fluorescent lights. Downpour will make it a bit harder to make the dash out and over to the room he had rented. But, well, something about being here instead of alone in the silence of such a room made the night a bit more bearable.

"It doesn't take any singles anymore," Robert piped up from where he is longing in one of those stiff lobby chairs. Dark gaze had flickered away from the magazine he had been flipping through at the first sound of footsteps. The vending machine toward one of the corners opposite of the front doors. Impossible to not notice the entrance of another patron mere moments before. "You gotta shill out five dollars, at least."

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

" you're getting blood on the carpet. " (from sigyn or harriet)

(Harriet it is lol)

"Oh yea, that'd be the knife wound."

There is something so utterly venomous about the answer he spits out. Just before he turns away, seemingly uninterested in having a witness on him while he attempted to stop the offending bleeding.

It's fine - patch now and get stitched later.

If he feels pain - then her certainly has become an expert of never showing it. Not a sound, not a groan, not even a hiss escapes him as he unzips one of the pouches hooked to his hip and searches for the small first aid kit he normally stashes there. He doesn't look back. Though he seems very obviously aware of his "audience" right now. So much so that the quiet drip of red landing beside his feet now becomes a ticking clock.

"Look, if it's that bad send me the cleaning bill - trust me, I've been charged for weirder shit."

[unseencne]

@afvckton ⇢ ( sigyn. ) prayed : ❝ he swore devotion, and i answered with thunder. ❞

his head tilted slightly, a subtle motion as he took a moment to admire the pride etched across her features. there was fire behind her eyes bright, sharp, unyielding. and the sight alone made his own crimson gaze flicker with something dangerously close to amusement. the thought of what she was capable of, of the lengths she might go to prove her power, stirred a glimmer within him.

❝ i would not wish to be the one left to tast such punishment. ❞ he murmured, his voice calm, almost laced with a teasing edge. slowly, his gaze traced the lines of her expression, searching, reading, understanding far more than he let on. ❝ tell me, then what did this other do to rouse such hunger in you ? ❞

– 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

[miidnighters]

@afvckton sent sent ❗❗❗ for Thad to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss Evelyn.

This is not the first time they've done this, sitting by the waves as the sun sets.

It is, however, the first time Thad interrupts their companionable silence to act on something that's clearly been on his mind, cupping Evelyn's cheek and drawing her in for a kiss. One that ends, right as she gets her wits about her to kiss back.

"Oh-" The murmur is soft, lashes fluttering as her eyes meet his. "You-" A pause. "You should do that again."

[iinmortales]

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dove. that had him raising a brow. no one had called him dove before. usually, with his wings being so dark, people went with raven or crow. ' i would not see you beg, ' he began. he had seen many a mortal beg, plead with him to end the pain, shorten their suffering. when a soul was close to death, he could take them early. but not when a soul was in no mortal peril. ' if i were the one withholding your death, i would return it to you. but i am not. i hold no jurisdiction over your death. '

@afvckton

[unseencne]

@afvckton ⇢ prayed : 🎱 🫳💼

[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

hades doesn't really think about the future, after many years alive and as a god, he just lets time pass and rules over his kingdom the best he can. in his verse, where he leaves the underworld to be among mortals and becomes a crime boss, it happens because the chance is almost given to him. but he doesn't even think about it.

[ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ?

well he is the god of riches, so he doesn't owe anyone, not truly. probably he has people owing him something since he does strike deals from time to time when he sees he can benefit from it. that he can use it to his advantage.

[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?

hades always carries a piece of an arrow that pierced his shoulder in the titan war. but he keeps it as a reminder that he is not unbeatable and to remind him of what many had to lose so he can be the king and god he is now.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

[miidnighters]

@afvckton | continued from ☾

Poppy's not quite sure how she got here. Or she is, she knows how she got to their apartment, but how quickly she'd opened herself to them, and found herself between two beautiful beings about to let them touch her in places no one else has - well.

She lays in their bed, under both their adoring gazes, having been kissed and riled and left wanting - but she has some idea of how much they want to see her say yes.

The torn shirt is the least of her worries, a soft breath escaping her lips as Eros' hands expose her, Psyche's quickly covering her again.

Wide, brown eyes look up at Psyche as she arches her chest into the woman's touch, legs opening slightly without conscious thought - an invitation for touch, as loud as anything else Poppy ever does. Psyche's soft murmur welcoming her scream takes Poppy out of the moment just slightly, but she doesn't want to get into how she won't right now, so she simply nods instead - lifting her head as if searching for a kiss, before reaching for Eros to do the same.