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[knotfodder]

name: William B. Shift nicknames: Will dob. age: June 13 (age: ~30) gender: Male / Trans pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Alpha occupation: bar tender species: vampire fc: Sebastian Stan

+charismatic, easy going, witty.+ -aloof, isolating, impatient.-

[petitsdieu]

🫦... @vitalphenomena

❛ Aposynthos? ❜

❛ We grew up together. ❜

[oacest]

x "People have the misconception that [Acquiesce] is about me and Liam, which annoys me as the lyrics in the second verse are, ‘To sing my soul to sleep, and take me back to bed.’ It’s absolutely not about me and Our Kid and we’ve never shared a bed--and if I was looking for someone to take me to bed it wouldn’t be Liam!" x

[truly-quirkless]

@bakenochi asked:

Knocking on Fin's door, panting, Himiko was trembling. It's hard to stay on her feet.

"C'mon...Fin....please open the door-" Blood dripped to the ground, some hers, some not. The door opened, finally, and she almost cried in relief. "Your apartment was closer, I'm sorry-"

She stumbled, knife dropping from her hand, her body going down next.

[Unprompted. || Accepting!]

They'd just finished eating their own meal (yet another night of takeout), halfway through changing into night attire when they'd heard a knock on the door- then the bell- another knock. Prism took off at the bell, as did Fin- though in opposing directions. It didn't take more than a few seconds for them to barrel down the steps, the door opening- it's never hard to tell when something's an emergency. Not with the amount of banging and bell-ringing that had been going on, though the knocks had grown fainter with every iteration. A reason to practically run, tear through their own apartment until they'd flung the door open to ask just what was happening- and hazel eyes landed on that bloodied frame.

"Toga--?!" And she was falling. Thank God for fast reaction times- they'd already been trying to remember where their first aid kit was. Crimson painted their arms and shirt as they tried to hold the girl upright. Thank God for their boost. "--the Hell happened---? I- nevermind- just-" And they were trying to hold her, trying to help her practically stumble into their apartment without a second thought, the knife only barely on their mind. "---c'mon,- I'll get you cleaned up, dear." A fraction of that southern hospitality bleeding through.

Fin had seen plenty of beaten up bodies in their life- plenty of downed enemies and their own bruised and bloodied frame when they were younger- but to see someone they cared about in such a state,...it was nearly enough to make their blood boil. Whoever had done this to her,...they'd pay if they tried again, Fin was certain.

"I've got you." They wouldn't hear a word of protest- even if one was uttered, Fin didn't stop. They didn't care as crimson dribbled onto the wooden floorboards, as they attempted to get their friend up the steps. She was just a kid, she didn't deserve to endure this. They'd fight anyone on that point.

[gratiae-mirabilia]

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.

1 Corinthians 13:12

[feareborn]

not so much an assumption more of just a question but does endfinite have a complex about its godhood being fake due to the nature of it originating from the phantom ruby? (feel free to write an ic drabble in response to this though if it's more interesting to answer that way!)

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

Endfinite would absolutely deny that it's godhood is fake if presented with such statements / accusations. There is probably a point where it forgets when he was Infinite, and believes purely that its always been like that (or the quote of 'lie to yourself until you are not lying anymore'. Deny until you believe). Before hitting such a delusion, however, it would also just consider the Ruby as a 'form of accension', therefore the Godhood still not fake in mind. Even if all it is at that point is the remnants of a psyche impacting the null space of the ruby, without original body even existing anymore. // @fortruechaos

[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? ❞

[knotdispenser]

name: Bane Coil nicknames: none (yet) age: varies (appears 23) gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: art student/ pool boy(?) notable features: diphallia species: Amphisbaena / gorgon(?) fc: Milo Manheim

[knotfodder]

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[petitsdieu]

𝒇𝒐𝒓... @vitalphenomena + @unpossession

Her biggest fantasy?

❛ I'm chased through the woods until I'm caught and ravished on the forest floor. ❜

[touchbased]

"hi, welcome in." tries not to sound as annoyed and exhausted as she feels (because who the fuck comes into a bakery ten minutes before closing time?) and mostly fails. "what can i get you?" / @obsesionadas

[givcns]

Raylan married to Tim and settled into life is a different person when City Primeval comes around. He's a better father to Willa. He still does the road trip to Detroit with Willa, but when things go to shit, he calls Tim for help. Because Tim is the one person, even before they got married, that Raylan trusted to have his back.

And they take the trip to Harlan that Willa wanted to do. Even though there's no one left and they stop by Lexington to introduce Willa to Rachel.

Then they go back to Miami to settle back into their life.

(And then Raylan gets a call from Rachel that his ex boyfriend escaped from prison.)

[fawnworked]

continued from x with @fcntciics

“You’re very well-liked. That’s all that I meant, Professor.” Oliver jumps on the opportunity to play coy; he loves a game, especially when the other party seems to believe they're the only one playing.

From the first week of term, he'd gotten the sense something was off about Professor Barlowe. Too pleasant, too normal, to the degree that Oliver figures there simply must be a reason he puts up such a façade... and he wants to find out what it is. While he doesn’t know in what way, he feels sure that there's something more to the older man. He can feel it whenever he's in his presence, like static in the air.

“Not really… why? Is there something else I ought to have heard about you?” He asks from under his lashes, the spitting image of an innocent spring lamb.

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @darehearts said, ❝ it's not a weakness to see the good in people. it's not a flaw or a bad thing to trust. ❞

she hears the words not only in the voice of jim kirk, but as if echoed in another's. foolish, perhaps, after years, how much he still shapes her thoughts. instead of giving into that train of thought, she suppresses a snort of incredulous laughter, limiting herself to that imperious lift of a brow that invites him to reevaluate his perspective before she takes steps to set him right.

not that she waits long enough to allow him true space to do so. ❛ I am merely proposing that you rest your trust on empirical evidence that it is warranted, and not on the presumption that everyone is inherently good at heart. ❜ una has had this particular discussion enough times to have arguments aplenty within ready reach, and the ghost of a smile flickers across her lips before she continues, ❛ or would you like a litany of the times chris regretted presuming trustworthiness? because I can tell you stories. ❜ not that any of them — and some of them make for colorful stories indeed — ever made for a lesson learned.

that such stories distract from the matter at hand — their very differing perspectives on the overtures of peace and cooperation offered to the federation by the inhabitants of the planet below ( and its colonists upon planets in two adjoining solar systems ) — is something she files away as temporarily irrelevant.

[knotdispenser]

name: Mark nicknames: none (yet) age: 47 gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: ??? notable features: 9.5 inches species: human(?) fc: Jon Bernthal

+submissive, breadable, male-wife+ -needy, jealous, aloof-

[knotfodder]

name: Edmund "Shep" Shepherd nicknames: Shep, Ed age: 35 gender: Male pronouns: (he/him/his) secondary gender: Either. occupation: bookshop owner species: weresheep / wereram / satyr(?) fc: Russell Tovey

+cuddly, sweet, dreamy+

-insomniac, sleepy, takes frequent naps-