#bladesrun

[fuckjael-blog]

posting this to inform all those who may be unaware & to prevent his potential hiding ,

jael/theo is a serial abuser . a manipulative , egotistical , evil waste of time . here is his callout post ; it is incredibly graphic , with explicit mentions of sexual abuse , alcohol , gaslighting & wider emotional abuse / there is a second here , with trigger warnings for nsfw content & daddy kink

/ there is now a third callout here , with trigger warnings for emotional abuse , gaslighting , stalking & mentions of sexual abuse 

his blogs include : milkbox , ishimru , bladesrun , ungorge , anidema (previously latriant & penumbrite) , astrmech , drtsgrab , abdeer , bloodsangs , strlings , ojael & namatayna .

his recent known twitter handles are: @gorosmajima_ , @gothishimaru , @KISSYMARU , @ojael_ , @BUBBLERIPPLE , @gurojpg , @sushimilk & @jaelisgone .

his discord is  bumber 3#9519 .

his pinterests are  roseatens & flwrboy .

do not allow him to perpetuate his cycle of abuse . protect teenage victims , protect the people he exploited , abused & discarded . do not entertain his false apologies . he has not changed & will not change .

[astramessiah]

     ❝ ANYONE EVER TELL you you’re kind of twitchy for an officer? ❞ Strange light catches && explodes behind his pupils, small stars hidden in passing headlights. 

@bladesrun

[4thkings-blog]

gives the back of his hand a gentle kiss, only to flip it in order to give his palm the same treatment.

STARRY-EYED  BECOMES  HE,    khonsu’s  king!    green  eyes  light  with  delight  enshrined  within  the  valley-color,    black  brows  rising  o’er  the  flutter  of  lashes  once  he  blinks.    the  ends  of  moon-given  fingers  curl  loosely,    bracelet-clad  arm  lax  within  the  other’s  hold.    the  beat  of  his  dead-heart  makes  the  moment  last,    the  pillar  ‘pon  which  rests  the  quiet  inhale  his  body  is  formed  o’er.    mouth  presses  to  keep  the  air  entombed,    lean  chest  lifting  a  tad.    holy  is  the  feeling!    regality  resurrected  from  the  aged  past  to  once  more  make  he  the  hallowed  ruler,    a  god-king  blessed  by  the  other’s  worship.    empty  insides  flood  with  nile  waters  warmed  by  sun-less  devotion,    for  how  the  man  makes  the  weight  of  khonsu’s  gift  absent.    richard  has  the  litany  of  his  brother’s  words  foregone!    soft  lift  of  lips’  corners  comes  o’er  his  face,    golden.    king  pulls  gently  his  hand  from  him,    lifting  the  pair  to  cup  his  face  as  thumbs  settle  feather-light  ‘pon  his  cheeks.    posture  shifts,    pressing  to  the  curved  ends  of  gilded  sandals  as  ‘pon  toes  he  rises,    blooming,    to  bring  the  tip  of  his  nose  ‘gainst  his,    crown-born  head  turning  side  to  side  to  brush  skin.    sweet  words  pour  as  a  murmur  ‘cross  his  tongue,    muted,    an  offering  for  richard’s  ears  alone.

‘  --------    mister  deckard.    i’m  pleased  you  have  returned.  ’

[4thkings-blog]

before i go to bed here's a reminder that i love you !

    and  i  LOVE  YOU  with  all  the  glow  and  glimmer  of  the  moon  at  night.  ♡

[4thkings-blog]

"have another drink."

SUN-BLESSED  FINGERS  CURVE  ‘round  the  clear  glass,    black-painted  brow  raising.    ‘  what  is  it  this  time?  ’    bracelet-clad  arm  lifts  the  rim  to  his  nose,    taking  delicate  whiff  like  desert-wind.    lotus-mouth  forms  a  thin  line  of  granite-pink  flesh,    a  face  of  divine  displeasure!    eyes  flit  upwards  from  liquid  to  rick.    ‘  this  doesn’t  exactly  smell  like  wine.  ’    kohl-lined  sight’s  corners  taper,    lifting  the  glass  as  a  glance  drifts  o’er  it.    moon-given  cheeks  hold  dusty  red,    the  sunset-flush  of  drink  despite  composed  consumption.    ‘  larry  says  i  shouldn’t  drink.  ’    wondering  tone,    an  exhale  of  a  king’s  shadow-looming  defeat!    ‘  --------    since  my  liver  is  in  a  canopic  jar.  ’    gold  finger-tips  press  ‘gainst  as  grasp  tightens,    lids  shutting  once  sweetened  throat  swallows  shallowly.    eyes  open  with  flood-like  abruptness,    nose  wrinkling.    he  dons  a  countenance  of  full-moon  distaste  that  brings  mouth’s  corners  downward. 

‘  --------    it’s  bitter.  ’    words  murmured  as  brows  pinch.    how  he  pouts!    ‘  is  there  anything  else?  ’    face  lifting  towards  him,    an  ill-starred  mien  entombed  within  his  eyes.

sentences.    /    ended.

[moranument]

@bladesrun replied to your post:

is deckard allowed to bring nothing but alcohol and a big appetite

hey sebastian isn’t one to judge