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[honorarystripes]

@moonboundaddict

"You know its always funny, I've spent my life causing trouble but the opportunity still shows up almost everyday."

[adsagsona]

Adrenaline was a hell of a chemical. Gil had been going for two days straight, running on pure adrenaline and the occasional drink from a public water fountain. He hadn't seen any sign of pursuit in hours, and he could feel all of the exertion of the last days catching up to him. Finally, in the middle of a step, the world spun around him, and his legs gave out.

@moonboundaddict

Tristan was walking home from work, where he'd had a week of twenty four hour shifts. He'd told Gil that he could hang out at his place if he wanted to, but the other man told him that he'd be good. While he was worried, he wasn't going to force someone to stay. He frowned as he spotted someone wobbling right in front of him and then recognised him. "Gil? Hey, easy!" He was quick to catch him. "What the hell?"

[alaricseer]

"I should know this by now, but do you observe Valentine's Day?"

"Not generally, no. I like the emphasis on sweets and desserts, though." He paused, head tipped to one side as he considered Gil.

"I should have asked how you feel about it, actually. If its a day you enjoy, we can celebrate it together."

[jonvandernoorde]

{ good } : one muse gently praises the other during rough sex

"Such a good little hole," Jon crooned downwards. Something had overwhelmed him and before he knew it Jon had parked the car at the top of the parking garage and opened his pants. Now Gil was choking and gagging as Jon used his mouth to get himself off.

"Good boy, keep taking my dick and I'll have a reward for you," he growled, letting Gil up in order to breathe for a moment before kissing the smaller man hard and forcing his head back down.

[sorcerermarlwulf]

Nate: If you’re submissive and have my face, I’ve got a hell of an offer for you.

[imsensingatriptoikea]

Closed RP

@moonboundaddict​ liked this for a starter from Rook

Rook had just gotten off stage. The bar was hot and sticky so he pulled his jacket off while hoping off the stage and moving through the crowd. He wasn’t paying attention and bumped into someone. He put an arm out to keep them from falling over. “My bad. You okay?” He asked, turning to look at the man as he held onto their arm to keep them steady. 

[foxbaited]

@moonboundaddict​ liked for a starter

“i didn’t start the fire.” it’s so simple, while the fox stares at something unseen. they hadn’t. they hadn’t killed their family as they’d been accused of. mimikyu wasn’t a good person, sure, but they hadn’t done that.

they were innocent.

[writinghannibal]

Patient: Jeffries, Gil @Moonboundaddict Session: 1 Patient comment: “Anxiety”

Notes: Patient given choice between incarceration and rehab/therapy. History of family trauma, SA and substance use/addiction. SH/SI alongside social anxiety; possible PTSD

Dr. Lecter’s waiting room was immaculate, decorated in colors reminiscent of a choppy sea. Reminiscent of the sea depicted in the large painting that hung in the waiting room, The Raft of the Medusa. Soft classical music played, accompanied by the ever present ticking of a clock. A small cart stood against the wall, bearing an ornate flower arrangement and some creature comforts. A Keurig and the accompanying pods, seltzer water, and a basket of soft looking cookies. 

When the clock’s hands reached the top of the hour, the door opened and Hannibal looked out into the waiting room. There was something wolfish about the man’s features, with his artfully slicked back hair and maroon eyes. He was dressed in a dark charcoal gray colored suit with a deep red shirt -- a silver pocket square complimented the outfit, along with a black and silver striped tie. 

“Mr. Jeffries? Please, come in,” he said and stepped to the side, holding the door for the man.