#deathsprofit

[thecircusfreaks]

tag 10 people your muse want to get to know better

muse: Ivo de Vrij favorite color(s): Blue song stuck in their head: Heartbeat - Davina Michelle last song they listened to: Tattoo - Loreen 3 favorite foods: Salmon wrap, Mussels, Spareribs anything your muse want right now: A nice long time off, vacation on a sunny beach or in a luxurious resort

tagged by: @deathsprofit Tagging: @coreoflore (shin), @aimhleas (Cole), @infinitelistofcreations (Ryan), @villain-he, @hembralfa, @dcwnrisen (yora), @feraecor (Nanna), @hellhunted (Jaeger), @bottomstolove (Orin), @suizokukans (Jai), @lunarlucks (Hail), @tragedicn (Desmond), @nvrcmplt (Zayde), @equos (Death), @voraxiia (Fuyumi), @ensuists (Wren), @mundanemiseries (Silas), @txnichtgut (Kaito), @fatecursed (Anthony), @bravehope & anyone else who wants to do it

[nvrcmplt]

Who was your first muse? 👀

On tumblr? Beschutzer! :D He was the first muse I made on htis website when we had 500x500 px and gif images in threads.

His first FC was Luka Crosszeria - the emo BL pointy chin dorito.

Think his old url was something like hellsninethlayer or something like that

[averagetm]

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❛❛ I’m sorry  . . .  This is just  . . .   I promise I’m fine.  ❜❜     the lies were spoken as if they were second nature to the woman,  one hand placed against her head as the other reached forth and   clung   onto the closest surface.   The archivist had both of her eyes closed tightly,  an expression of discomfort upon her features as she was helpless in that moment.     ❛❛ I just stood up too quickly  . . .   ❜❜     her head was spinning,   it felt as though fingers were compressing against her brain,   threatening to drag her into an unknown darkness momentarily.    ❛❛ I’m fine  . . .   I’m fine  . . .   What were you saying again?  ❜❜  

[nvrcmplt]

"Don't think this changes anything." Alejandro warned, his military-trained hand hovering near his holster. A little smug smile played across his face. "You're still an outlaw, and next time we meet, you'll be in handcuffs." Though reluctant to owe an outlaw a favor, Ale let him go this time. //one of your bad bois?

Eyes idle and twist, turning to that of the man's hand closest to his holster. Amusement was clear in Lubomír's eye, his scarred lips creasing with a half smile whilst he merely pursed his lips with disinterest to their clear-cut decision here. Moving to adjust himself with ease, though a gun could kill him, it'd be a little silly to fuck around and find that out for Alejandro's side. Chair creaks, the leather barely worn as it's not ever really been used - but it was a place that was set up for this meeting. A place far out but not without cover for those in the shadows. It was a neutral zone, a simple mix of two peoples, two ideals, two wants.

Information for Guns.

The Láska family was happy to provide, after all it was a connection, it was a debt, it was something to IOU later for. Money, crime, secrets - they had a finger in every pie within reason for their needs. This just happened to be one of them and Lubomír just happened to be the darker side of it all.

"Hoh'?" Deep tones rattled the rib-cage, a voice barely used as he didn't really speak much considering his workload, but it was a common note in the Láska roots. They had people, many of them, that did the talking, the paperwork, the movements - they were the heads of all the operations, and they were the last of the last to be seen in deals like these. After all, they had a reputation to hold too. "Well then, Alejandro, you'll just have to try and catch me next time. I'll make sure it's a fun pursuit." Lubo' moved with confidence this time, standing back up and turning to the crates of precious cargo to be left here for them in the back of a truck looking like medical aids.

"Have a safe trip. I'll be in touch for my returns." A wink from a lazy eye and the beast of the man turned on his heel. A hand raising to dismiss his shadows and adjust his tie with a tug of its knot to be looser than it had been before. "Keep an eye in the sky, El casanova."

[punishmentsdue]

"I don't get why they put you in charge of this mission, old man. You don't exactly look all that tough." MacTavish remarked, his tone dripping with cockiness as he stepped forward, clearly displeased with the new chain of command. "I won't take orders from you unless you can prove you're worth following!" he challenged the elder, daring him to rise to the occasion. (Soap)

His single eye narrowed towards the Scotsman's tone regarding him being in charge. A thing he didn't want considering much like Ghost he was a loaner. Though unlike the masked man he took his job to the front lines on a suicide mission to kill as many as possible or die trying. He wanted proof?

Frank physically looked up at him. That's right. Though mctavish is two inches taller than the man in charge. Frank wasn't in the least bit amused by his cocky nature. His hand grabbing mctavish by the interior of his bullet proof vest and yanked him close. His words spoken clear and decice.

"I may be old but I've served three terms in Afghanistan. Not just afganistan but secret jobs in Iraq that you and you're men would be crying over. I don't have to prove myself to you. If you wish to get yourself killed by your own damnable actions be my guest. I'm not here to play games. Im here to stop a war and that's what I intend to fucking do. I don't have to flaunt my status. But there is one thing I don't accept." He sneered as he bore his teeth as he spoke." Taking shit from a bitch who acts like a child. Do I make myself clear? Or am I going to have to 'prove it to you' in some different way?" He asked.

His leather gloved hand clenched tightly. Hed punch that man then and there. Even if he didn't follow he'd rather this man's life not be put under a bus.

[quakerman]

"You're such a pain in the ass!" Akainu sneered at Whitebeard. (prior to the marineford war?)

"That a compliment, Sakazuki?" *He grinned darkly. He knew the admiral well enough before he'd reached that rank. Rather than take offense at being called a pain in the ass. He wore it like a badge of honor.

[nvrcmplt]

Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?

OFC! I'm one of those folks that can't write w/o a BGM on. I'm just sensitive to sounds and the likes in a room. White noise really distracts me, but music of any genre makes me focus. Extra focus if I can match the mood I'm in or the scene I need to write in other to blast it out. I don't really have a favourite genre of music but I do atm love the tiktok edits cause they just fuels my imagination like no other. [ Any of these set off a lot of muses for me cause they are all diff. ] ASMV's are a MUST for me too to get myself started in hella good moods. [ Like ] [ God ] [ Damn ] [ I wanna write ] Ofc, you got the classics, any anime osts, game osts, anything that's just sawano etc. - Then you got the more norm, kpop, hiphop, 80s classics, drum n base, etcetcetc. u Wu

[thecircusfreaks]

24. [ MM ] price @ ivo

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Captain Price is one hell of a man. Professional and intimidating in the field from the stories he heard but very protective, loyal and caring of his man. That was the side Ivo had gotten to know more and more but there was a third side to him that he only saw behind closed doors.

Moans left him as he clung onto the nearby closet. Having Price on his knees behind him was one thing but feeling him eat out his tight hole had him squirming against his tongue. "John ... " He moaned, unsure what to do with himself. He wanted to be fucked but now it felt like a very specific itch was being scratched and it was amazing! His dick stood erect, precum dropping onto the floor. He could cum just from the other's tongue.