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[petitsdieu]

@kylo-wrecked, music!ben ... sent erotica.

Hours after they reach their destination, Ben buys lilies for the funeral they never held. He forgets to put them in water- there's a lily to tend right here, under his palm. Nectar to drink. Curling over her: “You have to be quiet if you want to cum.”

The ever-soft of spathe — a thigh — as it peeks the delicate folds of her ... skirt. It's a lily mimic and a mimic of what's to come. There on the rise of her dressing — or second-skin — offers direct lines of where and where the sun hasn't touched. A lover's palm can outshine it — boundaries — if he'd want to.

He suggests a different kind of limit. The first-thought says its impossible. Her face shows it in the way it folds and expels a sound already. Airy, lite ... but still sound. A signature pout to tie it all together. ❛ Only if there's something in my mouth. ❜

[ethcl]

closed starter for @eirikhrafnkel!

Uma semana antes, Ethel estava nas nuvens, com um sorriso largo fixado de maneira permanente em seu rosto, quando retornou para um dormitório totalmente escuro. Essa observação isolada não teria grande impacto, não fosse pelo fato que a mulher havia deixado o ambiente iluminado por suas velas de Yule, suas tradicionais homenagens a Erianhood apagadas por completo em sua ausência. Há sete dias vinha revirando aquilo na cabeça incessantemente, tentando atribuir algum significado que não resultasse no presságio de má sorte que ditava a superstição.

Somente o envolvimento na organização dos presentes que desejava distribuir naquele ano era capaz de manter a mente de Ethel distante da preocupação pelo ocorrido. Como de costume, entre objetos artesanais de produção própria e poucos regalos que tinham de fato algum valor material concreto, a seleção era constituída por um misto dos mais variados itens. Seus amigos mais próximos todos já haviam recebido sua visita; a changeling fazia questão de entregar os presentes em pessoa para que pudesse testemunhar, em primeira mão, a reação deles a cada uma das quinquilharias escolhidas. Em suas contas, só restava mais uma parada para completar o ciclo daquele ano. Tivera que exercitar sua mais apurada descrição para descobrir, entre perguntas por aqui e ali, qual exatamente era o dormitório de Eirik.

Pensou, já depois de bater à porta que esperava ser a dele, que talvez devesse ter anunciado seu desejo de visitá-lo, em especial considerando o que havia transcorrido entre os dois na última vez que se viram. Porém, no fim das contas, sua vontade de fazer de sua presença uma surpresa tanto quanto os embrulhos que havia preparado especialmente para ele acabou por vencer; somente esperava que não tivesse escolhido uma ocasião muito inconveniente para fazê-lo.

[caelanessaex]

WITH: @twcfaced

STARTER: "say what you need to say"

Levou uma das mãos à nuca, coçando a raiz de seus cabelos curtos como se o gesto fosse acalmar seus nervos tipicamente de aço. Havia procurado Elewen porque confiava nela para dizer a verdade, mais do que em Delyth que costumava empregar eufemismos para tentar dobrá-lo ou proteger seus sentimentos. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna say this." Disse, de maneira automática e sem muitos filtros; o palavrão era prova disso – nunca praguejava na frente das princesas, ainda que jurasse fazer de tudo para desafiar a autoridade de imperatriz sempre que possível. "Preciso resolver uma situação e pode ser que a única maneira de fazer isso seja sentar no inferno do trono." Não era segredo para ninguém seu descontentamento com a linha de sucessão, menos ainda para sua família direta. "Não sei como contar isso pro velho sem que ele infarte ou me negue."

[girlgvn]

💗 — open for m/f/nb muses connection: stranger, another college student.

rocia certainly needed to be two shots deep for this particular facet of pledge hazing. she didn’t really tend to come across like the sorority type, maybe a little too dark and moody for it, but considering the opportunity that came with a spot as one of the shiny, pretty women in the greek system, it appealed to her more than one would assume. the second they lifted the veil and revealed the weird sexual politics and fucked up nature of it all… somehow she was even more game than she had been prior. this was one of the hazing activities that had inspired some nervous energy in her gut, being offered as a toy to use, belonging to someone for seven minutes of debauchery. it was mostly the waiting to be paired that gave her anxiety, but the second she locked eyes with them as the two of them approached the entrance of the storage cupboard they were being ushered into, she felt a surge of confidence. her chin tilted up, mouth lifting in a coy smile. “hi.” one of the sisters opened the door and she slipped inside, tiny, ridiculously skimpy outfit and all.

[arentthemeasures]

[ BAR ] : for your muse to join mine at a bar //Ash @ nancy perhaps. : @escapedfromtheabyss

Long days were far more the norm than the unusual these days. Nancy knew it would have been the case once she had entered college and chose this profession. Hypnocil only did so much to create peaceful evenings. Sure, there wasn't a physical threat to sleep anymore. The medication did provide more of a dreamless sleep. But that didn't mean that there weren't moments before she fell asleep that her mind didn't become treacherous. Especially depending on the day and the patients that she had seen. Funny how she had thought that she wouldn't end up like her father, sitting in a bar, nursing a beer, and avoiding whatever struggles that the day had presented. It wasn't an often used coping mechanism but, every so often it was needed.

Normally, the evenings were quiet and she was left to her own devices. She didn't expect to have company for the evening in the form of an unfamiliar stranger. Still, despite herself, a smile formed. Something that she couldn't quite put her finger on about the man kept her from sending him off.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before..."

[hendrixfm]

🎼 with sweet understanding [hendrix]'s your man.

hendrixfm; i know what you're thinking - you know me from somewhere. you probably do. now i'm best known as hendrix calderson - a twice nominated broadway performer, living the life i always dreamed of!

check out my links in the tags below !!

birth name. hendrix calderson.

nicknames. hendrix, hen.

date of birth. april 8 (22).

gender & pronouns. trans man ; he/him.

orientations. bisexual ; biromantic.

relationship status. currently single.

occupation & place of work. broadway performer. former child star.

personality & lifestyle.

personality traits. detail oriented, thoughtful, ambitious, sarcastic, confident, over-dramatic, neurotic, clingy, unfiltered, hard-working, private, overbearing, unfiltered, honest. likes & dislikes. watching movies analytically, being off book by first rehearsal, breakfast foods, gender euphoria, being recognized for past roles, a messy living space, people who feel entitled to him, almost every movie franchise reboot.

headcanons.

hendrix just has one of those faces that people think they know - and it's usually because they do, people his age grew up with him on their tv screen as the star of a disney show that was a spin off of the jonas brothers covered song, 'Year 3000', where hendrix predictably played a girl from the year 3000 living in the current age. it was a moderate success, but once he left the show he went to live n relative obscurity, going to college and mostly disappearing from the public eye until he resurfaced as a background dancer in a popular broadway production last year. since then he's been booking roles on broadway with relative ease.

tw: implication of transphobia. hendrix is trans, which is why people only sometimes make the connection about where they know his face from, it's also a big part of the reason he disappeared from the public eye as a teenager, only to resurface after his college graduation and pursue the thing he's always wanted to do. he is very open about his transition, but has significantly distanced himself from his earlier child stardom, and hopes to keep the two lives completely separate from each other.

[troutyfm]

🕷 with great power, comes great responsibility.

troutyfm; you might know me as troutymouth on twitch, or as sam from my podcast, the undercover pod, i'm sam evans - and i'mtwenty four, a recent college graduate (i'm just as surprised as you!) and superhero enthusiast. don't forget to subscribe!

check out my links in the tags below !!

birth name. samuel evans.

nicknames. sam, sammy, trouty.

date of birth. june 14 (24).

gender & pronouns. cis man ; he/him.

orientations. bisexual ; biromantic.

relationship status. currently single.

occupation & place of work. twitch streamer & podcast host.

personality & lifestyle.

personality traits. funny, friendly, talkative, hyperactive, forgetful, outgoing, charismatic, easily excited, impulsive, generous, empathetic. likes & dislikes. talking about media & it's impact on culture, skateboarding, watching sports, hanging out with friends, reading comic books, being defined by his learning disorder, being talked down too, talking about his body, people who are mean.

headcanons.

sam grew up just a poor kid in tennessee, with a single mom who could barely make ends meet and a deadbeat dad, he found solace in the tv screen, superheroes and video games - it was a comfort to him when things felt like they were falling apart. and even when his mom remarried, and his step-dad changed his life - for the better, sam's favorite place was always in front of the television. which is why it makes so much sense that his entire adult life revolves around the media, twitch streaming almost nightly, and running a moderately popular podcast that's all about pop culture, sam's even recently graduated with a degree in media students with a specialization in the cultural impact of popular media - a feat he never thought he'd accomplish on account of his severe dyslexia.

while sam has worked extremely hard to get to where he is, he's always maintained his humble roots, a country boy at heart, living in the city of his dreams, doing a job that he never dreamed possible and he's trying to share the wealth, starting a non-profit for underprivileged kids in his brooklyn neighborhood, and involving multiple other causes in his work whenever he can. he has a big heart and is always willing to give a piece of it away to those who need a little bit of love.

[knotdispenser]

starter for @chequerplaid || for Sammy.

"You know, I haven't really done this before... It's kind of exciting." Bane gives a faint blush as he steps closer to the witch in front of him. He had known Sammy for a couple months, crashing on his couch until he could find work and another place. It wasn't meant to be permanent and with Bane offering to clean the pool from time to time, the Amphisbaena thought it was the perfect living arrangement. It certainly helped that he got to fool around with Sammy as well. "By that I mean getting turned into things. Not sex of course... hehe. Plenty of experience on that." He winks at Sammy.

[s2shapedbox]

@adamthebcast ♡ autocontrole estava fora de suas capacidades. era ridículo, na verdade, que derek pudesse aparentar ser uma pessoa tão segura de si em um minuto e, no outro, abdicar de toda racionalidade restante no seu cérebro. brigas físicas aliviavam todo o tumulto de seus sentimentos confusos, ele não precisava colocar nada em palavras — quando isso lhe foi útil? demonstrar sentimentos através palavras? nah — era um de seus adoráveis maus hábitos, mas nada que não passasse como excentricidade de um príncipe entediado. e, como de praxe, ele precisava voltar a sua rotina.

(!) tw: descrição de briga e sangue.

encontrar um lugar e um adversário não era difícil. em allarch não precisava nem mesmo instigar uma briga, conhecia lugares para liberar sua raiva e um aceno de cabeça era o suficiente. no reino dos perdidos, no entanto, precisava trocar um insulto ou outro. era muito mais fácil e, se pensasse a fundo, um pouco injusto recorrer a desordem e ausência de conhecimento de outros para aliviar suas frustrações. não tinha exatamente pena, afinal aquela situação acontecia porque a outra parte tinha tendências agressivas. e, para derek, isso bastava. usar o conhecimento das histórias para trazer o lado ruim de alguém a tona podia ser um golpe baixo, mas o contrário funcionava também. ele odiava a nova versão. a antiga. qualquer citação de um passado escrito onde ele estava inserido.

era fácil assumir essas pequenas coisas no meio de um confronto, quando o calor do momento era maior que todas as suas negações. e aliviava. e controlava. até mesmo quando o impacto surdo do punho alheio alcançou seu rosto, em cheio no nariz, resultando em bastante sangue, olhos vidrados e dentes a mostra com a dor aguda do osso cedendo. era um cavalheiro excelente, mas talvez tivesse que lutar mais com perdidos para entender aquele tipo de golpe. a quantidade de sangue foi o suficiente para a guarda acionada os separá-los e o reconhecimento de quem derek era, o livrou de qualquer pergunta quando empurrou a autoridade e saiu pelas ruas escuras sem quaisquer perguntas.

não existia mais pensamentos o incomodando, nada perturbando sua mente. era catártico. o ar voltava a seus pulmões e tudo que restava era a dor física, o sangue escorrendo. ele gostava disso, derek podia lidar dessa forma, funcionava. esse tipo de dor era boa. eficiente.

estava na rua dos castelos quando percebeu que não podia ir para casa daquele jeito. como se apresentaria para odette? resultariam em palavras e era exatamente o que estava evitando. deu meia volta e acabou na frente do castelo de adam, claro, seu amigo adam, uma ótima ideia. obviamente a porta não foi aberta por ele e, apesar do susto com a condição física que derek entregava, príncipes não eram questionados por funcionários. seguiu até a biblioteca privada onde certamente o encontraria, sem forças para responder a funcionária.

assim que avistou adam, dentro da própria casa, lendo um livro, calmo e confortável em todos os maneirismos, os dedos segurando a página, a face relaxada... arrependeu-se imediatamente de tê-lo procurado. toda aquela adrenalina que o motivou a encontrá-lo passou. porra, seu amigo adam, péssima ideia. já tinha invadido o lugar com passos altos e absolutos para voltar atrás, embora seu plano era tentar. "ainda é muito engraçado sermos vizinhos, dá até pra confundir quem atende a porta e-" levantou a mão, gesticulando, mantendo o tom de piada. "-há! acabar no castelo errado. te vejo por aí, adam, em breve marcamos um chá."

[petitsdieu]

@deficd

Picture this. It's adlib day in the studio — a vocalist has her fun with flips and runs, word droplets non-prewritten — when the face-front of Deathless Sun pops in.

Her assistant will be back with some tea. The live room door is open. This is a break, likely. It usually takes prying to get her off the umbilical cord — aka the headphones are now a halo-grab around her neck. She stays seated.

❛ Twice in one month. ❜

This is not their first meeting. It won't be the last.

[ethcl]

WITH: @sigridz

STARTER: "you know that we are the same."

Seu primeiro instinto era de pronto endurecer a expressão e negar qualquer semelhança com a mulher, principalmente porque o arsenal de motivos para ressentir Sigrid parecia ser interminável, mas resistiu ao impulso como pôde. Tirando vê-la de relance brevemente no casamento, não haviam se encontrado desde o incidente com Eirik; uma vez assegurado por ele que a amiga, que dissera ser como uma irmã, não diria nada a ninguém sobre o que testemunhara, Ethel considerou aquela ponta solta como queimada e resolvida. Talvez fosse mais provável que um buraco abrisse na terra e a engolisse antes que a changeling superasse o próprio orgulho e abordasse o assunto primeiro; a opção restante, para sua perpétua frustração, era simplesmente dar corda ao ponto introduzido por Sigrid. O pior de tudo é que, históricos desfavoráveis e preconceitos de lado, na verdade elas eram mesmo objetivamente semelhantes. “Eu posso tentar, de fato, fazer um esforço, é do nosso melhor interesse tratar uma a outra com civilidade. Mas precisa me encontrar no meio, não irei em sua direção sozinha.” Para toda a empatia que fazia parte fundamental de si, Ethel também era rancorosa e demorava a desapegar de primeiras impressões. “Temos assuntos mais importantes para lidar do que gastar energia alimentando essa picuinha ainda mais.”

[caelanessaex]

WITH: @fromodins

Já era a terceira vez que Caelan precisava ativamente desviar seu caminho para evitar o contato direto com uma das sacerdotisas, o que não configurava exatamente um esforço para desacreditar os boatos de que o herdeiro do império estava comprometido com a eterna solteirice. Enquanto aquilo não era necessariamente verdade, também não tinha intenção alguma de dar ainda mais munição às famosas mães da alta sociedade cuja missão na vida parecia ser elevar uma filha ao trono. Por via das dúvidas, preferia ocupar-se com a bebida – que estava surpreendentemente agradável para um suco elaborado desprovido de qualquer emoção do álcool – e evitar a fadiga.   Apesar da coleção impressionante de personalidades da nata ali reunidas para a ocasião especial – fruto do delírio progressista de seu pai –, Caelan mantinha sua atenção em uma única figura, atualmente posicionada próxima a uma das colunas opulentas do salão. Era uma pena que Freyja tivesse seus próprios compromissos sociais para cumprir, ou senão o príncipe ficaria satisfeito em convidá-la para ignorar a todos os outros juntos e alugar sua companhia por tempo indeterminado. Podia dizer a si próprio que o sentimento tratava-se de nostalgia ou apego por ter passado tempo demais longe dela nos meses em que estiveram com a amizade rompida, mas seria uma perda de tempo; ele era um exímio mentiroso, mas nem mesmo Caelan era capaz de racionalizar a relação com uma inverdade daquela. Sempre adepto ao egoísmo de atender aos próprios desejos, esgueirou-se pelo ambiente em direção à mulher, com a graça de quem nascera para ser um ladrão apesar de sentir na cabeça o peso fantasma de uma coroa. Com o copo abandonado em uma mesa na origem, não tinha muito a oferecer; por sorte contava com confiança o bastante para apreciar as próprias chances com a jovem que viera ao evento em seu braço. Estava prestes a cumprimentá-la quando avistou o objeto na mão de Freyja. “Quando foi que você recebeu uma dessas?” Tudo bem que estivera ativamente evitando sequer a oportunidade de ganhar uma flor, e ainda que não acreditasse em misticismos como aquele, descobriu que não gostava nada da ideia da Hrafnkel estar destinada a um casamento e ele não. “Tem algo para me dizer?

[gravesung-moving]

kenjaku instructing geto for his first kill in yakuza au😏 (for evil geto purposes)

START BRUTAL AND SCALE BACK. there is no easing into it here.

the most egregious act of violence suguru has ever committed was accidentally breaking haibara's arm during a spar. he carries the guilt to this day, despite his friend's repeated insistence that "it wasn't his fault" and "he's fine now." satoru certainly never let him hear the end of it — despite the lightness in his voice, each tossed-out insult stings just the same.

outside of the disciplined, honor-bound practice of dojo combat, suguru geto is a gentle man. so why was it so easy to drive a hunting knife between ribs and into the heart of a man he doesn't know? this blade, kenjaku told him only minutes ago, is far more accurate than a bullet so long as you're within lunging range. bullets are small. even if you strike the chest, when the target is weaving and squirming they can easily land askew of the vitals you aim for. a knife in your hand is much, much less likely to miss.

take your pick. eye, throat, lung? the latter takes muscle, but you're strong.

he sits back on his heels and shakes and shakes. again, the dreams come to mind: charred flesh-scent choking his lungs, screams and cries a haunting echo above crackling flames, and, in his own chest, a deep, yawning, unrelenting apathy. over and over again his dream-self swallows something vile. it is as much gluttonous self-punishment as it is strengthening; he can't stand it. he can't get enough. he knows what he deserves.

there is a dissonance here and his body knows it. something in him rebels horribly against himself. the man below him chokes on his own blood, twitches once more, and stills. suguru drops the knife. a trembling hand claps over his mouth as he forces back a wave of nausea, bile threatening at the back of his throat, the corners of his eyes stung with tears of pure overwhelm.

why was it so easy? suguru has read up on the experience of killing another for the first time. parents often picture their children's faces on the body and spiral into panic. younger people picture their friends. should he have thought about haibara? why didn't he? what was it that possessed him to move so smoothly and confidently as he drove the blade at just the right angle into the dead thing's chest?

kenjaku stands above him like a tall sun-cast shadow. once the initial wave of panic fades, his eyes lift, wide and unfocused. something has changed irrevocably that suguru cannot understand — that dark part of him grows several shades darker. only now, as clarity and dread trickle back into the dizzy hellscape of his mind, he bares his teeth. he feels like a failure-son taken hunting by a father on his last thread of patience, their prey his beloved pet set loose in the trees. every proving ground in this job carves a piece of him away. the dark thing reminds him, this is what you deserve. the dark thing begs silently for kenjaku's pride while the rest of him battles it with barely-suppressed hatred. ❝ was that good enough for you? ❞

[arentthemeasures]

@casualscx

Sally & Chase

Last night hadn't been the best. Nightmares had plagued for hours. Flashes of blood, bodies, and human skin stretched and distorted over the head of another. A mocking imitation of life. The revving sound of a chainsaw. The sound would haunt her for the rest of her life. The lack of sleep was something that she would feel later, but it felt good to get out of the room, shower, and try to focus on something other than what had been left behind in Texas. That thing happened to be the man who had taken it up as the challenge of a lifetime to get close. Sally still wasn't one hundred percent sure on things, but he had been invited over for breakfast, and she couldn't back out. Chase had been an enigma when he had first entered her life. Steadfast in the idea that she wanted to be alone, wanted to avoid forming relationships that could be so violently ripped away at an ease that was astounding, Sally had railed against it at first. Maybe not hard enough, and certainly not enough to scare him off. And after awhile, she had come to realize just how much she needed the connection. Even if there was hesitation still on her end and an unsteadiness in just how far she let him sneak in.

Not bothering to get herself together properly, the oversized t-shirt comfortable, and hair still wet, she let Chase in. It was probably a sign that it hadn't been the best of nights. But some things didn't matter as much anymore either. "I just got the coffee on. It should only take five minutes to actually brew."

[girlgvn]

💗 — open for f muses connection: daughter's best friend.

the kitchen was lit lowly only by a twin pair of candles at the center of the table. they had a sweet scent, cherry or something his daughter would have picked. his palm warmed the glass of scotch he'd been nursing, a single sip left in it now as he eyed the companion he'd gained across the table moments earlier. "couldn't sleep?" in the low lighting and finally alone, logan allowed himself to leer the way he avoided when his daughter was around, despite how desperate she'd seemingly been for his attention. his eyes scanned her face, all the way down to the tiny amount of cleavage where her oversized shirt had slipped off her shoulder and pooled low in the front. the corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smirk. "...or did you need something?"

[fawnworked]

in the spirit of valentine's day... is your muse oliver's type? cross off what applies and send it in the askbox! take the blank to make one for your muse(s), too.