#gcldfanged

[violeteyedkiller]

@gcldfanged

Jae vc: So, I take it you are displeased-

"I'm not an octopus." Said only a BIT dejectedly.

[smilingshxdows]

"status effect" + 1am ZOOMIES + DILATED CAT PUPILS

Give my muse a status effect!

"................."

SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER-

[skullkxd]

Jae-hyo looks down at the kid and tilts his head to the side in thoughtful consideration, the loose waves of his asymmetrical curtain of dark hair fanning out over a broad shoulder.

"Shrimp-Champi."

Throw him a bone, that was pretty damn good- Right?

is this guy seriously making this their first impression of him?

“. . .

. . .you know I’m small because I was malnourished for basically my entire childhood, right? Like, that’s not a secret. It’s actually somethin the press made a pretty big deal about. How’s it feel to pick on somebody for things that were beyond their control, cheesehead?”

[boundless-iridescence]

Continued from Here || @gcldfanged

It was long overdo. Like the first cool breeze rushing through after summers death, or the fall once you cross the finish line. It was the painful but exhilarating rush of the beginning of release after so long of gripping tight with fists and tensing every muscle, straining every bone in preparation for the pounce. He didn't know what he had been holding so tightly that had wound tighter and tighter since the moment the Saja Boys began crossing and clashing with this former idol, wasn't sure what all it was made up of because he had spent so much time trying not to acknowledge it.

But standing before him now, fuming, rushing with so much of his natural and less natural emotions, and feeling the rush coming off of Jae in return, scenting out their different flavors and possibilities, it seemed all the confusing and frustrating and illusive pieces swirling about in the tornado of his mind finally slammed into place.

Closing the space, pressing his lips like he thought he'd forgotten what it was like only for the warmth and plush, delicious softness to snap him into awareness and recollection, his body was finally pushing past the stupid restrictions his body had place. His hands took hold of the others' upper arms first, just needing to grab hold as he let out a grunted breath, moving his lips against, pressing deeper. Aligning himself to the other with a growl, needy and searching for sustenance he had long sense forgotten what it taste like, his hands ran around to pressed at Jae's low back and up to between his shoulder blades.

How did he get here? A demon leader, but still a pawn, fighting for his promised freedom...a simple one, a freedom that still came with chains, but the promise that those chains would no longer be so tight as to scrap open old wounds. His drive, his desires, since being topside may have begun to shift and crave for more alongside his boys, his group...but he had to stay focused. He was determined to, he had to, as leader... He had to give his all, no chance for slipping up or wasting energy, and yet...

What was he doing now? Why did he always fall into this man? Why...did Jae even have a hold on some thread hooked inside him? It infuriated him, it drove him crazy. He pushed him, he argued, he challenged, he teased, and yet he couldn't stop observing, wondering, confused and wanting, craving...

All of it had him twisted, wound up, waiting for the hand to let go and send him flying. So, here he was, letting go. He couldn't pull himself together, he couldn't hear the voices screaming for him to stop, to focus, to step back, to run, to second guess what he was doing. All he could hear was Jae's breathing, his heartbeats, all the trivial sounds he'd come to hone his ears to pick up. All he small was his cologne and personal musk, the faintest twinge of sweat from the day, the possible hint of arousal that he certainly couldn't remember the last time he smelled this close, and all he felt was the firm warmth of him. He tasted his skin, and he tasted those emotions, wanting to feed, to drink it in, yet wanting to wrap himself in all of it first.

Jinu was overwhelmed, drowning, and he was fine...for right now, he wanted to consumed until the air left this lungs.

He tore his lips away, only an inch, huffing. "And just why would I waste a meal as fulfilling as you...? I won't kill you, Jae-hyo...but I'm tired of holding back." he crashed his lips again, parting to nip at the others lower lip, harsh, sucking it before continuing, "I've tolerated this game, this tightrope... Do you know what you've offered?"

He took a breath in, eyes rolling back as an echo of his inhale and exhale filled the space, and Jae would feel the faintest tingle of something gripping and caress and pull, draining from him, as if on some other plane or level of awareness. Whether it was pleasant or painful was up to him, but the emotions he was putting off were now being sifted through and fed upon by Jinu. His eyes fell back upon the other once more.

"I won't eat, I will feast." it was a threat, it was a promise, and as his lips crashed again, body curving into and with Jae so intensely he might as well be bending backwards a bit, that sensation of pulling, of being fed upon on some whole other level continued, growing stronger with every movement of Jinu's lips.

[vxmpirehunterd]

@gcldfanged Wrote [Greetings, I am the Vampire Hunter named D, the D stands for Dark'ness Dementia Ravenway and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name- except when I am drawn by Yoshitaka Amano, who makes my hair white, it’s really not clear tbh) that reaches my mid-back and the extreme Dorito-like physique of a male CLAMP character and a lot of people tell me I look like Alucard(if you are familiar with his person, go straight back down into the fiery depths of DEEPEST HELL). I'm not related to that hot Medicine Seller guy from Mononoke, but I wish I was because he is the epitome of gender-blurring beauty and unearthly elegance that also has a really sharp sword. I'm actually a Dhampir butI have all of the insane powers of really strong vampires yet almost none of the common weaknesses. I have pale milk-white skin that is susceptible to sunlight sickness, but only like every 5 or so years which makes no sense but whatever. I also have a bitchin’ hat, and my body hosts a Deus ex Machina sidekick called Left Hand. Left Hand is a Homunculus (in case you couldn't tell) and it possesses Hammer Space where it stores its absurd powers that can do literally anything to advance the plot. I love wearing a mysterious pendant that allows me to successfully infiltrate castles belonging to the Nobility. For example, today it deactivated a defensive laser field. I was wearing no lip rouge and no foundation because my unearthly aura is mesmerizing enough without needing make-up, my trademark wide-brimmed hat and black bodysuit with some awesome boots. I was walking around in the Frontier. It was midnight and raining and so there was no sun, which I was very pleased about. A lot of human women and men swooned around me. I melodramatically departed with a flourish of my cape.]

{When I tell you the scream I SCRUMT reading this!}

[diivineray-archieve]

Why would he try to top Break if Break doesn't want to be topped. He doesn't even go here.

He's going to get back to breaking people's kneecaps now.

"Ah see, this stranger gets it! I've got a list of kneecaps for you~"

[ch4ined]

@gcldfanged sent : you can't rewrite history.

“I’m not rewriting it, I’m correcting it,” he said, venom on his tongue, “because you clearly don’t remember things very clearly.”

Arms folded over his chest like a brick wall. His impenetrable defence. He scowled, heat rising up his neck and through his face, his eyes, his lips. God, how Jae pissed him off.

“I never said we were anything in particular. Yes, we were close. Yes, we fell out. No, we weren’t anything in particular. I didn’t dump you, because we were never together. Is it clearer now?”

[fadewalking]

[Ok, I'll bite- How is saying "Hey, this is actually perpetuating racist ideas made by White ppl who created this media and it should stop" 'sucking up to the White man'? Are you okay?]

Are you lost? 😭 where in the world did I say the words "Sucking up to the white man?" That sentence has never left my fingertips, nor was it ever even implied. If that's what you think I said at any point, I encourage you to give whatever it was a second read, because you have critically failed to understand what I was saying, to the point you are literally inventing things.

Anyway, I've already stated what the problem is. And so has everyone else at this point. How is it that you're this deep in and you're only just now "biting" to consider the disagreeing perspective? And you're not even doing it in good faith.

I cannot put it more simply than I did in my original post. But I will try, by restating it in a hopefully easier to understand way: I think attempting to railroad different perspectives into agreeing with your point of view is narrow-minded and dismissive of other cultural perspectives that were used to inspire Elvhen culture. It wasn't just one. It was many.

Plainly, nowhere did I try to assert that racism in Dragon Age didn't exist, and nowhere did I assert that white people shouldn't stop being racist.