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me @ u

ur welcome B) im glad i've subjected you to my perversions. MY SICK TWISTED DELIGHTS.

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he pulls him over his lap and pushes a pacifier into his mouth as a way to silence his protests. "who's been a bad baby?" voice delirious as he gives the ass a hard spank. originally, rafayel humoured the idea of pulling zayne's pants down too, but decides to leave the zayne a trickle of dignity. "someone stole my paintings ~ and i think bad babies should be spanked and taught a lesson, dont you agree?" [ crack verse please 🙂‍↕️ in honour of the bonnet announcement ]

@blazingviolets

his ears flame red as a result of being subject to this indignity, spitting out the object in his mouth ... a pacifier. " rafayel! what the hell are you doing ... ?! why do you even have that? " he bats the offending hand that's still groping his stinging backside, tugging away from the octopus grip on his midriff. still, grabby fingers hold fast, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. he has to suppress a long sigh; he can't believe he's come home from a long shift to be faced with this nonsense. he cups rafayel under his chin, lifting his face to inspect, " i hardly have any interest in stealing your paintings; i'm not paying the price of the crime with no proof. & if anyone's the baby ... " he shoots a significant look at rafayel that goes ignored. narrows his eyes at the lack of response, " are you drunk ? "

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Learning to control his evol ❄️

sorry for da previous post oomfies. doctor zayne and little zayne R happy now ❄️♥️

this was also da original sketch but it looked ugly when I colored it Lawl I got frustrated and deleted it so thzu the only screenshot I have of it

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@deadaims

" i remember you. " he says. the words fall from his lips like jagged stones, barely refined as a result of his surprise. he hadn't planned on mentioning it, but boothill had been memorable enough to recognise, even from a brief side-profile. his familiar silhouette had been a point of mystery to zayne throughout his various investigative trips at the ever facility. he'd paid special attention during them, hoping to keep his eyes peeled for any viable leads. to his surprise, he's found that same face he'd been tracking for so long acting as rafayel's bodyguard. was rafayel hiding some runaway from the organization? or worse - did he even know?

" this might sound like an odd question to you, but did you use to work for ever? "

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@nightingeal

" don't talk to her that way. " the assertive warning passes his lips in reflex before he can think too much of it. that phrase was his mantra the past few nights - too many grunts in the n109 stroking their ego by picking on medics, thinking of them as easy targets. sleep deprived & more than a little absent - minded, he's forgotten his place. the flourescent bulbs of the meeting room flicker, abruptly reminding him where he is. eyes flicker up to meet elinor's in brief alarm & apology, before he wracks his brain to improvise, weakly tacking on: " well. given that we've been assigned to work as a team we should ... voice our opinions respectfully. "

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he’s nothing short of a hypocrite for daring to feel bad about the space that's grown between them. he’d been the first one to drive the wedge home, after all. while it was easy to blame his negligent behaviour on the geographical distance or his various academic pursuits that he'd kept himself distracted with, a deeper turbulence in his heart had prevented him from reaching out.

after losing control of his evol, he’d seized the chance of moving away to college for a fresh start. shame still burns acidic in his throat whenever he's reminded of his biggest mistake, compounded by his stubborn silence. the thought of having to face any of his childhood friends is a daunting; a painful reminder of a younger, naive version of himself that didn't know how to hide his flaws or maintain a masked perfection. it's an embarassing display of vulnerability that makes him want to recoil. but the worst of all: he's afraid that he'd made an irrevesible error that time simply couldn’t soothe over; that there would always be a deeper scar.

then, the events of mount eternal had only towered his walls higher. by then, he’d been downright grateful for their lack of contact. it meant he didn't have to put on a show of normalcy, & that he could deny the swell of his overflowing emotions, floating through the days on autopilot. while that had worked for years, he couldn't help but long for simpler days. his childhood had never been perfect, but at least he hadn't felt so alone.

after years of silence, he’s all but given up on reconnecting. yet as he turns away, he's surprised when she reaches out with an abrupt exclaim, anchoring him to the ghost of their friendship. almost blindly, he hopes it's a sign that the sheet of ice between them can thaw into fresh spring, bringing with it a new beginning. the echo of his hollow reassurances manage to sound genuine in her sweet voice, loosening the knot in his chest & softening his gaze as he searches for better words - not quite so painfully fake this time around, “ … of course i’ll wait for you. good luck with your talk, though i'm sure you don't need it. ”

he's reluctant to interrupt her conversation after the panel ends. loiters on the peripheral, closing the distance only after she's done, but before she can begin to search for him through the crowd. “ well done, ” he says, a rare smile tugging the corners of his lips. she’d given an impressive speech. while he has plenty of questions of his own, he’s willing to hold off on satisfying his curiosity for a hot meal first. “ want to get hotpot to celebrate your first talk? my treat, of course. ”

IT'S SILLY HOW her thoughts work and spin upon themselves. how long had she been training herself to forget the very man in front of her now, how she had been so adamant on not reacting the very way she is now. no matter how many months she try to drown herself in her work, it would never trump years of unrequited love. madeleine would never realize how deep it truly ran, her pining towards him. even now, before she could even introduce her presentation - because of course he'd remember, madeleine, he has known you for so long, but to this extent ? there's a giddiness in her chest that she tries to repress when he mentions looking forward to her talk - perhaps all that work would be in her favor after all, in another way than she had initially wanted as well.

madeleine, however, should focus more on the reality in front of her rather than getting lost in the game of what if's and what should'ves. she had to acknowledge that all that effort of pushing him away may not have led to forgetting him - but it had led to pulling him in - it's obvious with his words, right? he missed their time together (she purposely forgets the mention of caleb and their other friend, apologizing to them in her mind - they were not her priority at this time). her mind races - of course she'll agree, how should she agree? when should they -

« no... ! » the word tumbles from her mouth clumsily - her eyes frantic as she reaches out to grab hold of his wrist before he turns away. just while she finally had more of his attention - « ...i'm sorry, it's not that i don't want to - i just, »

she's absolutely fumbling and the clock is against her - she can hear one of her colleagues call for her as it's time to start preparing for her panel, but madeleine needs to get this across « please. i would really like that. i've really missed you. »

the call for her becomes insistent and madeleine chews on her lip in frustration - « you're staying to watch, right ? come find me after - let's figure something out, please. » a second plea, her own shame is blind to her desperation as she's adamant on conveying she does want to meet with him despite her avoidant behaviour thus far. her hand lingers on his wrist as she gives him a smile - a bit tense but she hopes translates as genuine, as she pulls away.

« i'll see you. i hope you enjoy...! » her heart is caught in her throat, the quickening of her pulse having nothing to do with the presentation she was about to deliver.

→ @cardiolog1st ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[frostb1t]

not me saying i have writers block & then suddenly gaining the power to q 7 things within an hour. i literally reverse psychologied my way out of writers block ... or perhaps it was the 5 paragraphs of smut that kicked me back into writing mode ?? hard to tell.

can you believe i spent 2 hrs yesterday trying to write a reply, hating it, and then not posting anything at all ? aughhhhhhh

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[ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles.

@silencedglaive

he doesn't intend to bother her, but encountering someone wandering this area of the city after the supposed evacuation is either a cause for suspicion or alarm. he covers the specks of dark blood that are still steaming on his sleeve, keeps his rust - dampened weapon fully sheathed under his robes as he approaches wearily. " miss, i don't mean to alarm you, but there've been reports of vampiric activity in the area - you should leave immediately. are you hurt … ? let me escort you to the main road, at least. it shouldn't be too hard to find transportation once you're out of the city. "

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she knows exactly how to tease. it's frustrating, knowing that she's practiced this to a point of art. for a second, some vague, anomalous fantasy about teaching an unexperienced version of lilit how exactly how to please a man comes to mind. though, judging by her bratty behaviour, she would hardly have been a model student. eyes can't leave the pretty picture she makes - he eases her thin grasp off of his wrists to stroke her ruined face, the lines of dark that have slipped down her cheek & the thick heat of her gaze as she climbs onto his lap.

" there's no need to get defensive - i'm not complaining. " he says, still perfectly sassy despite the heat of her thighs ensconcing him. the only indication of his growing desire is the breathless quality of his words. he sucks a soft mark into her collarbones, nipping down her pale flesh to taste the contours, before his hips arch with the realization that lilit's completely bare underneath. the feeling of her soft opening glancing over his cock, a litany of wet kisses on his thighs ... it's simply maddening & not nearly enough. through kisses, he urges her, " come on. "

lilit's digits find his, drawing his hands to the sweet curve of her neck. she guides & he follows, long fingers stroking over the smooth column, feeling the erratic pulse on the tips of his fingers before finally, wrapping around the thin stem like a prayer. is that what you want? the question edges the tip of his tongue, but he's too afraid of her answer to ask. instead, he draws his other hand down her chest, reaching into the crux between them to hold himself steady for her to sink onto.

" lilit, oh fuck ... " he gasps, the heat of her, mouthing on his cock as he hilts - it's like sinking into a bath after a long shift, he's home. she's tight without any prep, but the sheer amount of slick lets him split her open just fine. he doesn't know what it is but she's got him eating out of his palm; losing control to his desires around her. he thinks he forgets to ask, doesn't bother to wait before he starts building towards a rythmn he likes. tongue darts over his lips at the sound of her moans, the feel of vibrations under his fist as he squeezes harder, hitching as the airway is sealed. her eyes look so beautifully desperate as they glaze & roll up, hazy as he starts to drag his cock into her walls properly, softening the suffocating hold on his cock.

he contains a smirk at that lustful helplessness. she talks a big game, but deep down, all she wants is to be held & choked & used. " mmm ... that's good ... " he murmurs, a soft kiss on her jaw that ends in teeth, " am i giving you the hell you wanted? "

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he has to contain a shiver as he feels the dig of nails into inner thigh. he knows this is lilit's way of shutting him up, & while it strikes a chord of irritation, she's talented enough that he's never managed to hate her methods. he makes a half-hearted reach for her - wants nothing more than to sink fingers into the curls at her nape; to ruin the sticky-red smirk of her lips with a swipe of his thumb. predictably, palms are slapped away, wrists held down at his sides. her gaze strikes him like a physical blow, keeps him still more effectively than any evol or weapon can. legs tense, desire blooming restless as the zipper hisses, tugged by her teeth.

" am i wrong for putting the obvious into words? " he says, pushing the topic to exhaustion. lilit may be stubborn, but he makes a run for her money. " the protocol might seem pedantic but it's set up for a reason. you - " the first touch of heat robs his thought. he has to swallow, un-click the locked feeling in the back of his throat to continue, " you should have waited for the go ahead before - before rushing in ... "

trails off. she takes it like a personal challenge, soft dewy lips staining his skin in a red ring, tongue dragging friction in a way that makes his bones ache. it's too much, but too slow. caught amid the tease & relief, it's like she's arguing back without using any of the words. " you ... ngh. that would have saved you a lecture from me, but i guess you needed the excuse, didn't you? " a breathless sound of amusement or pleasure, it's unclear. hikes his hips to part the soft yield of her throat, until she chokes on all the words left unsaid. " too busy see me on your own time, agent? "

There's fewer things more beautiful to her eyes than a man in subjection and subjugation to the threat of her mouth. Pushing her hair back, she lets him have a full and purposeful view of the column of her throat, the tensure of her delicate jaw, the slow drag of her painted lips as she left cherry-flavored gloss slicking his beautiful cock. 

He tastes clean. The warmth of his groin still scented with his bodywash from the morning delights her. She's enjoying herself. Taking her time, letting her lips commit to memory the feeling of him couched upon her soft tongue, the way he fills her mouth with an obscene weight. 

She lets out a soft, muffled protest when she feels him deep inside her throat, forcing a gag she hadn’t expected. He’d caught her unawares, unprepared for the ingress of his cock. Not quite a tease. He didn’t tease, per see. This was more like a preview. A promise. And it wasn’t the presumption that drew her ire (he knew he could do anything he wanted with her, but only because he’d earned that right) —he’d interrupted her delectation with his greediness, that oppressive avarice that she knows is just a lingering consequence of her Evol. Irritated, Lilit dives back in without hesitation, lacquered nails gouging crescents into the skin of his hips to hold him still as she swallowed him whole, taking him as deep as she dared. 

Lilit had never trained her mouth. She liked sensation of the choke, the surprise, the way her glassy eyes welled at the demand of it. She liked the way it felt. Like the way it made him feel more. Sitting up, breathless, her eyes red-rimmed and wet with tears from the initial offense, she laughs in soft exhilaration.

“I don’t need an excuse to see you, do I?” she asks, her tone saccharine-sweet and almost pleading as she grasps his shirt with a palatable need, settling herself neatly upon his lap. Her silk-clad thighs bracket his hips, the warmed lace that ensconces the heat of her cunt pressing needfully against his bare cock. She inclines her head from her vantage, forehead and the tip of her nose pressed against his in an almost intimate gesture as her hips move, careful and colubrine. “Fuck the protocol. And fuck you. This is my own time. Maybe I like giving doctors of questionable reputations who have beautiful cocks a reason to give me hell.”

Lilit’s hands find his wrists, guiding his hands to her throat. Her mouth curves into an insidious smile. “If you wanted to choke me, Doctor, all you had to do is say so.”

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@sylused

' harmless ' , his ass. either she's willfully blind to the onychinus leader's cultivated facade; or worse, she sees through the cracks & finds him charming all the same. regardless, it's evident that sylus moves with the coiled stillness of a predator, eyes tiger - bright & screaming red with danger. the slick black weaponry laid across the mahogany table like a banquet & the silent lurk of his masked assistants only serve to unsettle zayne further. he can't help but resent the difficult situation she's got them into; she's so used to brushing off his legitimate concerns, it's as if his brand of care doesn't land with her.

he bides his time; waits until she's engaged in conversation with one of sylus' henchmen of all people, before turning his attention to the ash - haired man. " why are you involving her in this? " he aims for neutral, voice pitched low so as to not alert her to their spat. there's no other way he would've agreed to a meeting with him, if not for the insistence of a woman they were both irrevocably entangled with. this is a better time to question him than any. " you have all the help you could need at your fingertips; why drag her into this? are these games of yours more important than her safety? "

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can you believe i spent 2 hrs yesterday trying to write a reply, hating it, and then not posting anything at all ? aughhhhhhh

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"don't come near me, zayne. i'm not your friend, hmph! and i'll never befriend humans. they're all deceiving liars." [ bb zayne ]

he halts, freezing mid-bound towards the young lemurian. the aquatic-themed picture book clasped in his palm falls, pages drooping as his grip slackens. he'd been excited to share fish facts with his new companion, yet rafayel didn't seem as excited about the chance to bond as he was. after some trial & error, he's learned not to be too vocal about his displeasure, but there's an obvious pout at the corners of his mouth as he stares longingly at the purple-haired kid, eyes stinging a little at the blatant rejection. timidly, he sets the picture book on the low plasticine table, fingers clutching the hem of his shirt as he asks, " ... are we not friends ? "

[frostb1t]

goo goo ga ga.

slaps him. "goo goo ga ga ga. goo goo ga ga gaga ga ga." (translation: leave me alone or ill steal your pacifier)

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@laperlina / continued from here .

was it too extreme for him to say that he disliked occultists? in principle, their professions were never intended to mix - oil & water, & yet, the emperor's word was king. in the dire circumstances, they had little choice but to blend their craft into some amalgam fix - it ; to procure the impossible between them.

he hands over the mullein and saffron, the blend of fragrance intensified by the smoke emanating from the hearth, strong enough to make his eyes water. " … as per requested, " he states neutrally, before pulling out his own set of tinctures, setting them far away from the heat of the fire. " if everything's in order, we should proceed. " there's no time like the present to accomplish greatness.

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... he's cheating at the claw machine again. :(((

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out of all the strangers that had paid visit to his tower, he's different. the first time bai liu appeared in the tower, li shen had treated him like any other visitor, yet nothing was asked of him. no power or revenge or greed. he'd only wanted to talk, & li shen had been bored enough to comply. though li shen had been suspicious at the simple request, he'd soon come to realize that the young man was unmired by the desperation & avarice of astra's usual patrons. instead, he talked to the foreseer as if they were old friends, with frustratingly casual turns of phrase & a lax demeanor; as if li shen were an equal, & not just an answer to that he desired.

by the time he'd vanished, li shen had thought of that was the end of it, & yet at an irreglar frequency, he found bai liu's presence at the tower again. & sooner rather than later, li shen reluctantly accepted this odd addition to the eerie quietness of the dome. an outlier to chase away the sea of white below. he can sense astra's displeasure burning behind his eyes whenever he shows. & secretly, he's a little smug by it. if astra could do anything against bai liu, he would have. & that sort of invincibility against a god that had tied his hands for centuries was a thrilling prospect.

from their conversations, it was clear that bai liu was no ordinary man. & despite the otherwordliness about him, he knew more about li shen's difficult situation than he was letting on. he pauses at the question, thoughts lingering in the double-meaning of the innocuous question. too bad, he's unclear of the stakes, of the possibilities of that query. " i'm not much of one. " he says, truthful. he's lived his life steadily, & yet somehow, that's put him in this losing situation. maybe it's time for a change. " but i'm not bound by habit; all men take calculated risks. whether to gamble or not ... that solely depends on my chances. "

He had emerged into this universe out of place - out of time, even. Pressed slacks and crisp button down, long hair pulled back into a low ponytail, largely indifferent expression pinched slightly - he does dislike the cold IMMENSELY. He seems ordinary as if he had been on his way to work one day and then been snatched suddenly off the metro - excepting the white bone whip curled loosely around his arm, the thing with which he had SPLIT realities and crossed into this world.

In these cold and empty halls, he should be a mortal trespassing on a holy realm. But - B.ai L.iu has never been an ordinary mortal, and under the eyes and the puppet strings of the god that haunts him - he has been ALLOWED to travel here. And, as is the case when he's led on a path by the invisible hands that want to direct his life - he isn't allowed to go until he has found a satisfactory solution to the present turn of this particular world.

And so after a few days of feeling out his OBJECTIVE - it is nice that there's no system to blare it out at him this time, even if it makes everything else more complicated - he has been entertaining the only reason he COULD have been here. Even his patience has run a little thin - and so As a matter of fact, on this particular morning he has dragged a chair over to sit beside the frozen throne, smiling in the overly familiar way he adopts when he stands to gain from an interaction, and said to the other poor puppet dancing on the strings of god - "Say, would you call yourself a gambling man?"

@cardiolog1st liked for a starter !

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"Didn't think I'd be buying so much stuff. The store truly decided to hold a sale when we walked through the door. There's so many bags." He shyly rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. Gaze fell to the good amount of bags Zayne's helped him to carry. "Anyway, I'm really happy to have you here."

@blazingviolets

it's in bad taste to gloat with an ' i told you so ' , so he refrains. still, he passes a significant glance at the painter. it's evident to the both of them, since zayne's taken all the trouble to park at the mall in the first place. " well, aren't you lucky i brought my car? " he asks, a tease on the end of his question. he hefts the bags into the back; nothing wrong with wanting them branded, yet they were all in flashy & eccentric styles that zayne would never fathom to appreciate. " thanks for inviting me - i ended up picking some stuff out as well. "