[thedevilswrath]

multi-muse blog. memes. reference. thedevilskids.

The Raven Cycle: Joseph Kavinsky. Ilya Prokopenko. Christopher Swan. Ronan Lynch.

The Foxhole Court: Andrew Minyard. Jean Moreau. Ichirou Moriyama.

Final Fantasy: Estinien Varlineau. Zenos yae Galvus. Nyx Ulric.

Heaven Official's Blessing: Shi QingXuan. Xie Lian. Mu Qing

Castlevania: Alucard

video games: RK900 (Richard/Nines)

anime/manga: Langa Hasegawa (sk8 the infinity), Qifrey (witch hat atelier)

[thedevilswrath]

stop flirting in class - @thedevilskids - continued from here.

When Swan stepped into the classroom he stopped for a moment. His gaze wandered over all the new faces he would be calling classmates for the year, but it was one particular face that caught his attention. He had seen the guy before, he was tall, muscular and handsome, it was the day he had moved into the dorms that he had laid eyes on him for the first time, the other had passed him in the hallway but to Swan’s surprise he did not spare the blond boy a single glance, despite everyone else turning around to gape at him just like he was used to. His beauty was both a blessing and a curse, or at least that was what his mother was always saying, to Swan it felt like it had never been anything but an advantage. But of course, to a man that had a handsome face to look at every time they looked into the mirror Swan’s beauty was not as impressive. Hmpf. He would find a way to get his attention.

Soundlessly sliding into the seat next to him Swan waited until the teacher came in and he listened attentively to the woman checking the people in attendance to learn the name of the boy next to him. Skov. During the next minutes Swan kept glancing at him and he could not help but notice how tired the other appeared, which apparently the other was not too thrilled to hear.

“Unless I want to buy what?”, Swan replies calmly, not intimidated at all by the other’s rude behavior. “I did not know your nudes were up for sale. I would even dare to claim it is quite illegal to run an onlyfans account at your age.”

The blond boy grinned to himself, feeling awfully cocksure. When the teacher turns to look at them Swan smiled at her before appearing awfully busy, writing down some notes that were not part of the lesson at all, but he couldn’t afford it to earn himself a bad reputation on his first day.

Once the teacher returned to her lecture Swan leaned slightly over towards the other’s desk, the rosé coloured cashmere pullover was hugging his slender upper body in a very elegant way as he whispered:

“Are you all bark and no bite? Or why would anyone deserve to get beaten simply for telling you you look tired. I just thought I could offer you something to relax, that was all.”

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

could you... do that again?

please come back.

hold me again.

i need to feel you close.

we could share the same bed.

could we try holding hands?

right there. just like that.

i want to know how it feels.

i like it when you're nearby.

if you could just... stay here for a while.

lean into me. it's okay.

i like your hugs.

i want you here.

please touch me.

your arms feel so safe.

stay close to me.

the bed feels so cold.

come into my arms.

let me hold you.

cling to me.

you can keep doing that.

you don't have to let go.

i feel safe when you're near me.

that feels so good.

that was... really nice.

i like it when you play with my fingers.

could you come a little closer?

you can play with my hair if you want.

you don't have to sit so far away.

would you sleep here with me?

you feel like home to me.

if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.

can i lay on you?

would you touch me again?

don't let go of me.

stay like this.

don't go.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated

[ instinct ] sender takes receiver's hand on instinct in reaction to a startling sight or event, not even realizing they did it

[ cling ] sender wraps both of their arms around one of receiver's arms and clings

[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver's shoulder

[ play ] sender clings to receiver's hand and begins absentmindedly playing with their fingers

[ reassure ] sender reassures receiver by rubbing their arm up and down, hoping to ease their stress

[ heart ] sender guides receiver's hand to their heart

[ quiver ] sender and receiver's hands brush with slight contact, causing receiver to shiver on instinct

[ come back ] receiver took their hand away, so sender reaches for it a second time, taking it back and refusing to let go

[ first hug ] sender pulls receiver into their first hug

[ lasting ] sender and receiver's innocent hug lasts a little longer than they both expected

[ trace ] sender lightly traces the shape of sender's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips

[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair

[ refuse ] when receiver insists they break their hug, sender refuses and only tightens their grip around them

[ cuddle ] sender moves closer to receiver as they sleep and snuggles down beside them, finding comfort in their presence

[ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them

[ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose

[ cheek ] sender caresses receiver's cheek

[ nose ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip

[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest

[ legs ] sender starts to drag a hand back and forth over receiver's legs

[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs

[ distance ] unable to touch or embrace receiver, sender self-soothes by wrapping their arms around themselves

[ pinky ] sender and receiver hold hands by their pinky fingers

[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body

[ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around their body and receiver's body, hudding close together

[xla-hainex]

Ronan aesthetics

goes in pair with this

[thedevilswrath]

@thedevilskids asked: (jiang to kavinsky) [ sigh ]  "what did you do?"

Joseph Kavinsky was never truly alone. He had his pack of friends, he had a more or less secret boyfriend none of the others approved of and an obsession in the form of a boy that was more like him than anyone could ever understand. Ronan Lynch was both a blessing and a curse, and everyone knew Kavinsky would always end up fixated on the things he could not have. Lynch was one of those things because he fought him every step of the way, and tonight was no different.

They had been racing and because Kavinsky could not learn from his mistakes he had approached Ronan afterwards, once more trying to appeal to his common sense, trying to make him understand that they were one and the same. That they belonged with one another, that they could do great things together. Of course Ronan had a different opinion and just like countless times before Kavinsky had been thrown over the hood of his own car, taking a punch or two to the nose and being left in his own blood while Lynch disappeared into the night.

Figures. But Kavinsky was sure he would get through to him eventually. For a moment he remained where he was, sprawled out over the hood of his car but then he sits up, not bothering to stop the blood dripping from his nose, watching the little droplets roll over the white coating of his car. It was a painting Skov would like, he was sure.

With a cigarette between his lips Kavinsky waits, for nothing in particular, but he was never truly alone.

He does not turn when he heard another car approach but a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. There was only one person in all of Henrietta that would listen to Chinese rap music with such an obnoxious high volume. Kavinsky could hear the other’s sigh when he approaches before he asks:

“What did you do?”

Kavinsky didn’t bother to turn around, calmly taking a drag of his cigarette and the smile on his face is challenging when he finally lifts his head to look at Jiang, dried blood on his lips and white t-shirt.

“Jiang, but I didn’t do anything! Lynch just proved once more to be a sore loser!”

It was only a snippet of the truth, but not a complete lie, so Kavinsky shrugs, holding out his half-smoked cigarette in offering to his new companion.

“What are you doing here? There was no race scheduled for today.”

[thedevilswrath]

This was unpleasant. It was rare that Ichirou Moriyama stayed in the USA for a longer period of time, but these days he more often than not served as an ambassador between the American and Japanese side of the Moriyama Empire. He was the heir to the throne, he would be the one to inherit all the money and the violence and power. Of course he would have a target on his back. Usually his name was enough to make people shiver in fear, no matter if they were involved in the criminal underworld or not, but today Ichirou had learned that a name would never be enough to truly protect him.

Ichirou was breathing heavily, hand pressed flatly onto the gunshot wound in his stomach. Quietly he laughed to himself, amused but also upset about the absurdity of the situation. Someone had shot him. Some fool really had dared to try and kill Ichirou Moriyama. How was he supposed to explain that to anyone?

His gaze wandered out of the car window over the parking lot and towards Castle Evermore. His father would kill him if he knew he was here, but who was he supposed to turn to, if not to his younger brother? Ichirou neither liked nor trusted Tetsuji and would prefer to bleed out right here before he ever let the man put a hand on him. With a sigh Ichirou climbs out of the car, closing the buttons of his black coat to hide both his injury and blood soaked shirt and he calmly nods at the security guards he passes, making his way to the entrance to the infamous Nest. His brother was already waiting for him and Ichirou acknowledges him with another simple nod, following him down the stairs to the athlete’s dormitories.

With every step he took Ichirou became slower as the blood loss was finally catching up to him and he hoped that Riko had kept his word, as the younger one was supposed to make sure not a single one of the other Ravens and definitely not Coach Moriyama would see him here.

" things must be really bad if you're trying to say i was your best chance at being helped. " (@thedevilskids)

The voice of his younger brother was barely audible, but the empty hallways carried his voice back to him regardless and for a moment Ichirou says nothing, concentrating on keeping his breath even, making sure he would not stumble over his own feet as his vision started to blur. This was where his brother lived? Ichirou didn’t know much about this Exy team or the sport in general, he had never bothered to learn, but to finally see the insides of the Nest it almost felt suffocating in comparison to the nice houses Ichirou was accustomed to.

When eventually Riko led him into a room Ichirou followed him and when the door is closed and the lock put in place he was no longer able to hold up the cool façade. He leans his back against the nearest wall and then slowly slides down until he sits by the feet of his younger brother, looking up at him as he finally opens his coat, revealing the dark fabric covered in his blood. No one and least of all Ichirou himself had ever expected his life would depend on his brother’s help.

Ichirou chuckles quietly as he presents his bloody palm to Riko, revealing how serious the injury really was but the irony of the situation was not lost on him. There was no malice in his voice as he speaks, only quiet interest:

“So, what will you do, Riko Moriyama? Will you save your brother’s life or seize your chance and crown yourself to become the real king of the Moriyama Empire?”

[leneemusing]

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[rk1k-moved]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ↳ RK900

[spicyrpmemes-galore]

nsfw, kinda kinky symbol prompts  … 

add  [reverse]  to the prompt for the muse doing the action to be reversed where applicable

send  [not yet] : sender’s muse edges receiver’s 

send  [car] : our muses have sex in a parked car 

send  [smack] : sender’s muse spanks receiver’s 

send  [outdoors] : our muses have sex in the woods  

send  [grind] : sender’s muse grinds on receiver’s thigh

send  [tied] : sender’s muse handcuffs / ties up receiver’s 

send [praise] : sender’s muse praises receiver’s during sex

send  [tub] : our muses share a bath / shower that turns sexual 

send  [shove] : sender’s muse roughly pins receiver’s to the wall 

send  [cuddle] : a gentle cuddle between our muses turns sexual

send  [grip] : sender’s muse closes a hand around receiver’s throat 

send  [risky] : our muses have sex somewhere they might be caught 

send [buzz] : sender’s muse makes receiver’s orgasm with a vibrator

send  [hickey] : sender’s muse leaves multiple hickies on receiver’s skin 

send  [oral] : sender’s muse uses receiver’s mouth for their own pleasure 

send  [road] : sender’s muse performs oral on receiver’s while they’re driving 

send  [grasp] : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s my the hip to pull them closer 

send  [overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm 

send [table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public

send  [flash] : sender’s muse flashes receiver’s / bends over to show off lingerie

send  [awaken] : sender’s muse wakes up receiver’s by fingering them / with oral

send  [risque] : sender’s muse sends receiver’s a very saucy picture of themselves 

send  [wall] : sender’s muse picks receiver’s up to have sex with them against a wall

send  [tease] : sender’s muse purposely teases receiver’s by touching / kissing them

send  [kitchen] : sender’s muse bends receiver’s over table / counter to have sex with them 

send  [plugged ] : sender’s muse instructs receiver’s to wear a buttplug / inserts one into receiver 

send  [pull] : sender’s muse winds their hand into receiver’s hair to pull / move their head during sex

send  [title] : sender’s muse tries to rile up receiver’s by calling them a title they like ( sir, daddy, mistress, etc. )

[thedevilswrath]

@thedevilskids asked: sender (ghost) shows up on receiver's (nyx’s) doorstep covered in blood

At long last Nyx was home. The latest assignment had lasted for over three months and finally he had returned to Detroit. His twin brother didn’t know about his arrival and as he wasn’t there Nyx assumed he was either out and about with Tina or working, in either case, it would be a nice surprise, he was sure. The soldier yawned as he brought his bags into his bedroom, then he made himself a sandwich and retreated to the living room, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he sat down on the couch. Nyx had almost forgotten what comfort felt like which caused even their shitty couch to feel like heaven. He turned on the tv, as he was a firm believer in the concept of background noise, but he fell asleep as soon as he got comfortable.

His rest did not last long as a banging noise startled him awake. As a soldier he was trained to be able to sleep everywhere, in every possible position, but also to always be on high alert, even while resting. The idea of deep sleep was foreign to him. When he heard the noise again Nyx could finally identify it for what it was: a knock on the door.

“Gavin?”, Nyx asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he got to his feet, making his way to the door. What was his brother knocking on the door for, did he forget his keys? But he had no way of knowing that there would be someone waiting for him at home. So predictable. Gavin always found a way to spoil his surprises. Nyx opened the door with a sigh.

“Surprise, surprise”, the soldier says unenthusiastically, but when he caught eye of who exactly was standing outside his door he froze for a short moment. It was Ghost. Covered in blood. In the middle of the night.

“Fuck, Riley.. I mean, Ghost! What the fuck happened?!”

Nyx was quick to pull the other man inside, hands firm but careful on Ghost as he did so, not wanting to make any possible injuries worse. For a moment he eyed the shitty couch, but Gavin would kill him if he got blood all over it, so the floor had to do. Both soldiers were used to worse.

He made Ghost sit down on the ground and Nyx knelt down in front of him, gaze quickly wandering over the other’s body, searching for injuries, but he wasn’t a medic, he was not quite sure yet what had happened.

“Ghost”, he says gently, trying to get the other’s attention as he reaches out to undo the buckles of the Lieutenant’s vest.

“Who’s blood is this? Are you injured?”

[thedevilswrath]

@thedevilskids asked: [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender (kevin) and receiver (andrew) are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted.

It was time for night practice. Again. Andrew had nothing to do, nothing he cared about, so he held up his side of the bargain with an iron grip. Drive Kevin to night practice, watch out for him, keep him safe. Keep him alive. It had become part of his routine, it was part of his inner clock by now, just like him taking his meds was. But in the end he cared about neither night practice, nor his meds. Andrew insisted on walking around and telling everyone who would listen that he did not care about Exy, that it was boring the hell out of him, that it was not worth his time, that everyone who even slightly cared about this sport was stupid as fuck. Which did not mean that Andrew wasn’t fucking good at it.

Things had changed over the last few months, if he wanted to admit it or not. There was something.. different about Kevin. Andrew did not dare to say ‘special’, because he would kill himself if he ever started thinking cheesy things like that. There weren’t many things that could make him feel excited, besides weekends in Columbia or threatening people with knives, but watching Kevin play Exy, to see him give his all every single night, to watch him come alive when he can forget about being hunted by the Japanese yakuza for once.. there was nothing more beautiful to watch than that.

And how Andrew loathed that. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything except for the manic highs and lows caused by his meds. Now he stood there, in his goal, racquet in hand, deflecting the balls Kevin was throwing at him, refusing him to score a single goal. Kevin still needed to train his left hand, Andrew would only sabotage his training if he let him score without him really achieving it by himself.

Kevin was a former champion. He was better than good, but his left hand still had not healed completely, and it was still questionable if he would ever play using his left hand again. But oh, how desperately Andrew wanted to see Kevin reach his full potential. How badly did he want to see Kevin rub victory after victory into Riko Moriyama’s face until he had forgotten what it felt like to be scared of him. Andrew would do anything to help him get there, even if It meant participating in night practice.

“Come on, Day, it’s impossible that this is the best you can do. Don’t you always tell Neil to give his game to you. Where the fuck is your game?”, Andrew taunted him with a laugh, racquet still in one hand and he could see the other’s eyes almost glow in determination. Andrew didn’t know exactly what happened after that, if it was on purpose or not, but the next ball hit him hard on the forehead, sending him sprawling.

“FUCK! What was that for?!”

His ears were ringing and his vision went blurry for a moment, and the moment it cleared Kevin was right in front of him. He could hear Kevin’s voice but not understand a single word, because.. he was close. Too close. He could feel Kevin’s hands on his cheeks, turning his head this way and that as if he were checking for injuries, but Andrew couldn’t stop staring at those green eyes. Those green eyes that only sparkled with passion whenever he did anything related to Exy, but the same eyes now looked at him with worry and concern. Andrew couldn’t look at them too long, so his gaze wandered down, to his lips, now slightly parted..

Andrew could feel Kevin’s breath on his own face. It was warm and tickled his cheeks, he could see the way Kevin’s eyelashes kissed his high cheekbones whenever he blinked. Andrew swallowed hard. Then he caught Kevin staring at him just the way he had been staring at Kevin. There was worry and uncertainty, but also this weird kind of determination that he only expressed when he was training.

Shit. Andrew knew he should pull back, what was Kevin touching him for anyways, he was fine, yet the blond could feel himself slightly leaning in. But before he could do anything he would regret they were interrupted by the sound of a door being slammed. Startled Andrew pushed Kevin away from him and he managed to get to his feet, leaning against the wall behind him, trying to look casual even though his head was still spinning. Who the fuck came to the stadium at 11pm?!

When he saw Neil jogging over to them, looking like an excited puppy Andrew started to laugh. Of course the junkie would follow them here. It was his chance to escape.

“Great! Now that Neil is here you have a more or less competent training partner. Am I dismissed? Captain?”

[thedevilswrath]

@thedevilskids asked: sender (kevin) wipes blood from receiver’s (andrew’s) face with a washcloth.

Andrew couldn’t understand why people would feel the need to make a fuss about a little bit of blood. The five feet tall goalkeeper of the Foxes was a force to be reckoned with, he had little regard for his own life, and even less regard for the lives of people he didn’t care about, making him lash out in violence whenever he was provoked. And unsupervised.

It was rare that people would attack him, his temper was infamous, but there were always idiots that thought they could challenge him, there were always people that tried to take advantage of his rather.. average height.

Andrew refused to make a sound when a fist connected with his stomach over and over again while two pairs of hands were holding him down. He could barely hear anything else besides his own laughter, loud and manic, challenging the three of them to hit him harder. Andrew couldn’t care less. They could hurt him all they want, he would get back to them eventually, and he wouldn’t need Kevin or Nicky to hold anyone down.

“Tell Kevin we want him to accept our applications or we will continue beating you to a pulp”, one of them said, the other two finally letting go of him, ready to retreat.

Andrew continued to laugh. That was what they called beating someone to a pulp? He hoped they would put up more a challenge when he was coming for them, otherwise it would be no fun at all. He spat out blood, then looked up.

“Even if I told him that, you would have no chance of joining our team. There is no chance Kevin would even remember you insignificant faces.”, Andrew replied, his laughter turning into an evil cackle.

One of the boys returned, once more punching him hard in the face before they finally left. Andrew looked up at the sky from where he was spread out on the ground, fingers slipping into his pocket to pull out the package of cigarettes, lighting one and putting it to his lips.

The filter came away soaked in the blood of his lips, and Andrew took only a drag or two, eventually rising to his feet, flicking the cigarette away before returning to the stadium. It was late, and Kevin should soon finish his night practice. Andrew didn’t mind accompanying him here, no matter the time, Andrew wasn’t fond of sleeping anyways, but it also showed the significance of their relationship. Andrew didn’t care about living, he didn’t care about dying either, but in a way it was addicting to get the possibility to live for something, it was exciting and scary at the same time. He swore to protect Kevin with his life, and he intended to keep that promise, and until now Kevin had kept his promise of giving Andrew a reason to live.

He didn’t want to think about it too much. Andrew returned to the Foxes’ locker room, sitting down on the bench, not caring about the blood dripping from his lips and chin, he didn’t care about the dark bruise that already formed around his right eye, he didn’t care about the pain that made breathing difficult. Andrew just closed his eyes and waited.

Of course Kevin would not be as calm as Andrew when he returned, the question of who had hurt him was only answered with a simple shrug, and he hoped Kevin would just get ready so they could leave, but Andrew froze when his Captain returned with a washcloth in hand.

“What are you doing..”, the blond began, his voice sounding unimpressed, but there was uneasiness settling down in his chest. Of course he knew what Kevin intended to do, but the sudden gentleness left him with a sour expression in his mouth. Had Kevin not yet learned that Andrew did not deserve kindness? There was no point in arguing though. Returning to the dorms all covered in blood would definitely cause trouble, maybe Andrew would be blamed for ending up in another fight, even though he had not fought back, but the worst thing would be if Kevin would be banned from night practice. So Andrew let it happen.

The blond closed his eyes once more when the cloth was gently brushed over his cheek, over his chin, and he shivered. Every time Kevin touched him made him feel like his skin was set on fire.

[wlwaerith-moved-deactivated2025]

Give voice to that hunger I see in your eyes, or I will pluck them from your head.

[thedevilswrath]

study sheet

Estinien

How he killed his first dragon:

https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/special/2015/short_stories/1/

His epilogue:

https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/special/tales_from_the_storm/sidestory_06/

Zenos

a short story about his youth

Reddit - Dive into anything

Joshua

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[ribbontales]

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

[ribbontales]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".