Mar 18, 2019
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‘ i have no quarrel with you, yet you look prepped for combat. ‘
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@the-economics-of-death
‘ i have no quarrel with you, yet you look prepped for combat. ‘
When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously or not. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. 💕
Oh snap okay uh. Five things. I can do that! I think!?
My dog. Look at this precious baby!
My car. I paid it off three months early. Yeah she’s fifteen years old and hasn’t got (I feel like this is improper grammar) power-NOTHING but it’s MINE and I love my little Genevieve.
My window unit. Sweet, sweet relief from the sweltering, slow heat-death that tries to take me every Louisiana summer. Give me autumn’s sweet 65F.
My friends. Look y’all can think it’s cheesy IDGAF but I love my friends and they make me happy.
MY MEDS OH MY WORD BLESS MODERN MEDICINE AND OBAMACARE THANK YOU PRESIDENT OBAMA AND FUCK TRUMP.
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Talon was slow and gentle as he ran his thumb along his mirror image’s lips, eyes carefully watching him for any sign of discomfort. It was hardly as if he did not know how it felt when one was not ready, after all. He leant in closer, the kiss a barely-there whisper of his lips against the other man’s.
He offered him a shy smile as he leaned away, “Are you alright?”
Alright? That’s sort of a nebulous question. Physically, yes, Talon is alright, not in any danger or feeling any harm. Emotionally? Much more questionable. Talon doesn’t dwell on his emotions much-- in fact, he likes to imagine that he hasn’t any at all-- but the way his mirror treats him with such... softness baffles him. He’s not scared of closeness. Not scared of touch. His confusion is plain on his face, brow drawn and lips slightly apart.
“Aren’t you scared I’ll kill you? If you get too close?” It’s not a question of pride. It’s a genuine inquiry to know how his other self is not plagued with the fear of danger every second of every day. How does he escape something like that?
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Talon paused for a moment, considering the man’s words. Finally, he inclined his head, acquiescing his argument, “I stand corrected. We are indeed knives - tools for the use of others. Thank you, sir.”
He realised belatedly that it had been unnecessary to refer to the other man with such respect, and yet it had slipped out without another thought. The result of years and years of conditioning and of knowing one’s own place, of course.
“I take it you also serve the General?”
He blinks. He’s never been called sir before. It feels... wrong. Like he’s less than that. Unworthy of the term. Talon inclines his head downwards, out of habit, but keeps his gaze even with the mirror image standing before him, creating a disconcerting image of a predator.
“I do.” He quiet tone of voice betrays his uncomfortable image. “His wishes are my wishes. Under pain of death.”
Kinks: bondage, s+m, knifeplay, edging ; )
Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.
Still accepting.
Bondage
Definitely Not | No | Not Really | It’s Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants |Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
S+M
Definitely Not | No | Not Really | No Experience With Kink | It’s Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants |Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both | Interested
Knifeplay
Definitely Not | No | Not Really
| No Experience With Kink | It’s Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants |Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both | Interested
Edging
Definitely Not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes | There go my pants |Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
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Apocalypse AU
Well shit’s really hit the fan. The Void’s cup has runneth over. While there’s fighting and resistance everywhere, it’s the end of the world as anyone has known it. Talon and Rengar come from two completely different areas of the world but they’re both good at what they do: killing things. The two ran into one another somehow and were on the verge of killing one another before they realized that neither one was infected by the Void. Out of necessity they’ve banded together to keep one another alive. Rengar might be more compassionate than Talon as he will keep others safe if the opportunity arises. It’s probably going to get the felinoid man killed. He doesn’t know why Talon sticks around. Neither does Talon for that matter.
A coin purse from a passer-by, some flowers he picked up from the sidewalk, and a candied apple he stole.
If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine?
My muse will react to whatever items you leave for them
“Theft is to be avoided. Flowers can be symbolic depending on what they are and your own beliefs for them. The apple is something new. I will see if I enjoy this.”
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Send ⛓to learn what burdens my muse the most
“The immediate suspicion I’m treated with by humans because of what I am and even my own kind once they learn of how I was raised. I’ve learned to numb myself to it but every so often I still feel a sense of wrongness about me.”