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TOMASZ GADARN Indie OC roleplay blog. See 'More' for information. I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age ~{Bon Iver}

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A hand left Koschei’s hair, running up and down the man’s outstretched arm instead. Their location and the possible implications on his job were buried in the farthest reaches of Tomasz’s mind. For now all that existed was this beautiful man making love to him with his mouth. 

Having one of his long standing fantasies fulfilled was wreaking havoc on his staying power. Before long at all Tomasz felt his orgasm drawing near. “Kosch,” he mumbled, “I’m gonna- gonna come...” 

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why I like abusive ships.

I like abusive/ dysfunctional/ unhealthy ships. I like them because they’re different than the typical “fluffy” ships. I like them because their angst is different than what “normal” ships go through and the dynamic is interesting. I like abusive and dysfunctional and unhealthy ships because abusive and dysfunctional and unhealthy relationships exist and it’s important to recognize them for what they are. I am not a bad person who thinks these sort of relationships are good  and healthy, I am a person who is interested by the dynamics and character development that occurs in such ships and I am a person who believes others need to be made aware of these relationships because they actually exist. I am not justifying the actions of the characters, nor am I denying that these ships are abusive and unhealthy. I am appreciating them as plot and character development devices while acknowledging that the are abusive and unhealthy.

Tl;dr, please stop shaming people for liking abusive ships. Liking an abusive ship does not mean I support abuse.

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Character solidifying!

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1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out 

Tomasz Gadarn oversees the front desk of a hotel on the night shift. During the day, he explores Cardiff and the surrounding areas, hangs out with his friends, and gets to know his father better. Will you be an acquaintance, a friend, a lover?

Fandomless Indie OC     7 years RP experience, various formats     Para, banter, icon     Semi-selective     Multi-shipper, multi-verse Ask is always open

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I’m here!

[ Deepest apologies for disappearing! Work had me really stressed out and I guess maybe being a new muse, Tomasz didn’t want to hang around for that. I’m here now though, and really hoping to do some threads with people! ]

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[ Apologies to those I have threads with that I have yet to reply to. Work has been stressing me out majorly lately but I hope to be more active in the next couple days. ]

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Tomasz swayed where he stood, head dropping back. He wanted to watch Koschei at his feet, but first he needed a moment to feel. After a moment, he managed to drop his chin to his chest again and take in the sight before him. Hands ran through the Master’s hair again, fingers occasionally brushing over his cheekbones and forehead or tracing his ears. He would be happy just to feel this all night, that sweet mouth wrapped around him. 

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Stomach sucking in slightly with a small hitch in his breath, Tomasz watched as Koschei began to undo his pants and sank to his knees. There was no mistaking what his intentions were. Again his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he stared down at the Master. His cock, almost thin, almost six inches in length, strained at his briefs. “Oh, God,” he breathed. Even through the fabric, the wet heat of Koschei’s mouth was making his head swim. Fingers threaded through the short cropped hair without thought.

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The marred skin was not what Tomasz had expected. But he did not balk at the sight. Slowly he closed the distance between them again, his own shirt hanging open over his chest still. “I don’t care, really. If you met me five years ago you wouldn’t’ve found me so beautiful. Trust me. Zits everywhere.” He offered a sweet smile. “I, I liked what we were doing. Can we do more?”

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Tomasz bit his lip, hips arching oh so responsively to the other man’s touch. The rest of his body followed as he tried to get closer to the exploring touches against his heated skin. Previous lovers had been about as shy as Tomasz himself and no girl had ever thought to lick his nipples before. A strangled sort of moan fell from his mouth, as though he were embarrassed of the sound. Hands fumbled at the Master’s shirt, wanting to feel his skin as well. “Koschei...” 

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That particular revelation had sparked more earnest desire for the young man than he could remember feeling in a damned long time. Not for any notches on his bed post so to speak, but because he would be the one to introduce him to such pleasure. “You’re so damned beautiful, Tom, “ he murmured against his lips. His hands slipped under his shirt moaning at the feel of hard, defined muscles.

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A shiver rippled over his skin. Tomasz pressed closer. Blood had quickly rushed south of the border and it left more than just his muscles hard and defined. It was impossible for Koschei not to feel the erection the younger man sported as he pressed them so close together. Imagination running rampant, Tomasz pressed into another kiss, hungrier this time as he pictured everything they might do. It was hard not to picture such things when they were in a room where the main feature was a large bed.

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Oh he adored how humans kissed! There was something about it that was thrilling. Sometimes, more so than sex. He pressed against him and opened his mouth  a little licking at the corner of his mouth. He got the door open with one hand and pulled Tomasz in.  He broke apart blushing and whispered heatedly, “Stay? “ he panted a little. Now Tomasz was closest to the open door. It was his choice to close and look it or change his mind. 

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Flushed with the excitement of the moment and the prospect of acting on as yet untried desires, Tomasz quickly pushed the door shut behind him. In talking at the bar he had disclosed that he had never been with a man before, in any capacity, and only had a few girlfriends. Any nervousness he felt was far outweighed by his eager excitement. He closed the gap between them, hands on Koshei’s collar, and kissed him again.

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The Master’s fingers found his hair. “Don’t be, “ he purred. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day, “ he whispered huskily, lips pressing against  Tomasz’s with a slow, gentle urgency. His other arm wrapped around the taller man. 

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Despite his initial fumblings, Tomasz was by no means a poor kisser. He responded eagerly to the underlying urgency of Koschei’s lips pressing against his own. Opening his lips, teasing out with his tongue, it was only natural to him as his arms found a home around the Master.

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Information passed between them. Looks and gentle touches. Finally, after drinks and dinner, Koschei asked him to bring him back to his hotel room. He looked at him and blushed again. “Tonight is… It’s been… Best night I’ve had in a long time.” 

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Thankful that it was late enough for no one to really be around the hotel, certainly not Tomasz’s direct supervisor, he walked Koschei back across the street. And when they stopped in front of his room, Tomasz fidgeted. He didn’t really want to go home. He wanted to continue talking, continue laughing, continue getting to know Koschei. Abruptly, he leaned in to kiss the man. Noses bumped in his attempt to land his mouth on the other’s. “Sorry,” he mumbled, licking his lips.

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“I have too– pictures, anyway,” Jenna retorted, grinning. “Anyway, that’s not th’ point.” It was just something Liam said; she’d parroted it because it sounded smart about drinking. 

“Damn right you are,” she said cheerfully. Throwing one arm around Tomasz’s shoulders, she ruffled his hair playfully. “And cute t’ boot.”

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Tomasz grinned, turning to look at Jenna. “Y’really think so?” The booze made him feel tingly all over, and his friend’s closeness only amplified that feeling. “’Cause you’re cute too, but I dunno if I’m cute enough for you.”

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Jenna actually made a noise that could have been mistaken for a giggle. “Fuckin’ right I’m drunk. That shit Kurt picked up kicks like a mule.”

She was in a good mood. Given how their lives ran in the Reds, she was usually given to a little sourness, a little wariness, but tonight was a calmer night than usual and she was enjoying it. “You had some too, neh?”

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“You’ve never even seen a mule.” Tomasz laughed again. “Yeah, I had some. It’s good stuff.” If he really knew anything about liquor, he would know it was cheap swill that no respectable man or woman would drink. But here on the streets the only sort of respect was how well you held your liquor, no matter what brand it was. 

He leaned into her, shoulders bumping. “You’re right though, I’m a fucking awesome thief.”

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Outwardly, Koschei was so shy, so sweet.  He rubbed his foot along Tomasz’s and looked up through long lashes to say, “I was really hoping so. I mean, I’ve never been daring, I know almost nothing about you but…. “ He shrugged, helplessly. Inwardly, the Master was grinning.  He was spinning his Web. 

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They didn’t know each aside from name and occupation. But Tomasz was too wrapped up in the fact that another bloke liked him, found him attractive, and was making advances. He kept smiling. “Me too.” A swallow of his beer gave him some time to ponder what he should say next. He settled on, “I’m from New York, but my dad lives here and my parents have been divorced my whole life so I never really got to know him. I mean, I knew him, we visited sometimes, but yeah. So now I’m here to do that. My mom and my sisters are back in the States.”