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Miss you ⭐✌️

i miss you, anonymous 🥺

i do still want to come back, i need to make a few changes to the muse page and ill more than likely start fresh with threads and all that but i think about it often. work (other than month ends) has become easier but i just feel a little lost. the want to write is very high though.

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are you okay?

hello! i am, just stressed.

short version of life updates i lost my job the day before i moved and i was doing a bunch of random things for family just for some income. now i have a new job that is just a very big learning curve for me so it’s been a lot mentally and i’ve been really sick twice in between all this and currently sick now.

i do plan on coming back once i have a better grasp on this job but i am sorry for the sudden silence and absence 🖤

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he half thought the admission would just lead to them making out and leaving early but what he said was true. hes seen xiao kiss others a number of times but now.. there was something between them l, maybe they haven’t quite said it all or taken it past kissing but with their history it meant something, or for nirin it did and he’s certain xiao isn’t blind to it, not when he’s the one that’s made it more clear at times.

the kiss is damn near perfect at first, there’s a small adrenaline rush being at his car but the soft smirk on his lips fades out with what xiao says. looking the other over, brows pinch for a moment as if he’s waiting for some joke to be made out of it but it doesn’t come.

“why… why would you say something like that?” he keeps the distance between them nearly nonexistent, not giving xiao a way out of this, again - he started it. nirin brings his hand to gently pinch xiaos chin, two fingers stroking along his jaw line but nirin still has his brows furrowed, as if he’s trying to figure out some complex puzzle. “You’re good enough for me… You don’t agree?” even though them being together isnt a thing right now, it would also be difficult to navigate but that doesn’t mean nirin hasn’t thought about it. how their lives could be…

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“Chen Yi. What is Ai Di To you? A brother. What is Boss to you? Love and worship are different things. You better think about it carefully."

Kiseki: Dear to me 奇蹟 // Episode 5

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MEGAN THEE STALLION in Los Angeles | March 16, 2024

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giggles in tiny~

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Hello beautiful 😍 😏

Shô Kasamatsu

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PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF HANDS & TOUCH *  include 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ table ] sender reaches for receiver's hand under the table

[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go

[ cling ] sender scrambles to grab receiver's hand in a hasty situation

[ tangle ] sender carefully knots their fingers with receiver's

[ thumb ] sender starts gently caressing receiver's knuckles with their thumb

[ squeeze ] sender reassures receiver with a squeeze of their hand

[ aligned ] sender lays their hand flat against receivers, lining up every digit to compare sizes

[ pinky ] sender hooks their pinky finger with receiver's

[ ring ] sender admires a ring on receiver's hand

[ desperate ] sender is in pain and squeezes tightly to receiver's hand to channel the agony elsewhere

[ let go ] after holding onto receiver's hand for a while, sender finally, reluctantly releases their grip

[ swing ] sender holds receiver's hand and starts swinging their hands back and forth in a playful way

[ promise ] sender performs a pinky promise with receiver

[ piano ] sender begins tapping their fingers along receiver's back like they're playing a piano

[ shoulder ] sender sets a hand on receiver's shoulder and leaves it there

[ strand ] sender reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind receiver's ear

[ fix ] sender gently fixes receiver's hair

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

[ clean ] after eating, sender reaches up to clean something off receiver's face

[ napkin ] sender uses a napkin to tidy receiver's face

[ chin ] sender takes receiver's chin between their fingers and holds it

[ lips ] in the midst of an intimate exchange, sender smooths their thumb back and forth over receiver's lips

[ play ] sender plays with receiver's hair

[ knead ] sender gives receiver a much needed shoulder massage

[ accidental ] sender and receiver reach for the same thing and their fingers brush unintentionally

[ pat ] sender pats the top of receiver's head

[ thigh ] sender begins caressing along the receiver's thigh

[ smooth ] sender strokes up and down across the receiver's arm

[ comfortable ] sender picks the receiver's legs up and drapes them over their lap

[ straddle ] sender guides the receiver over and coaxes them fully onto their lap

[ shirt ] sender slips a hand up the receiver's shirt

[ hem ] sender plays with the hem of receiver's shirt

[ loop ] while standing behind the receiver, the sender hooks a finger in the belt loop of their trousers

[ pocket ] sender slides a hand into receiver's back pocket

[ guide ] sender uses both of their hands to guide the receiver into a kiss

[ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way

[ shield ] the sender drags receiver behind them to keep them safe

[ remind ] sender sets their hands on both sides of receiver's face and tries to get them to look at them directly

[ pressure ] sender sets a hand on the small of receiver's back

[ neck ] sender sets a hand around the base of receiver's neck and gingerly kneads the muscles there

[ braid ] standing behind the receiver, sender starts braiding their hair

[ undo ] sender takes receiver's hair out of their updo/ponytail

[ clasp ] sender helps receiver put on a necklace

[ zip ] sender assists receiver in zipping up or taking off a difficult piece of clothing

[ wave ] sender waves goodbye to receiver for the very last time

[ both ] sender takes both of receiver's hands in their own and guides them close to one another

[ hug ] sender slides both arms around receiver and clings to them

[ handshake ] sender and receiver shake hands and hold on to each other a little longer than intended

[ behind ] sender hugs receiver from behind and tucks against their body

[ sleep ] sender is asleep and reaches for receiver in the middle of the night

[ spoon ] while spooning, sender tangles their hands with receiver

[ tap ] sender appears behind receiver and taps their shoulder to let them know they're standing there

[ patch ] sender patches up a wound on receiver's body

[ propose ] after a successful proposal, sender slides the engagement ring onto receiver's finger

[ paint ] sender applies body paint to receiver's nude form

[ undress ] sender takes their time removing receiver's clothes piece by piece

[ cover ] sender shoves a hand over receiver's eyes, preventing them from witnessing a terrible sight

[ pillow ] sender pats the pillow next to them, encouraging receiver to climb in bed beside them

[ gift ] sender offers a wrapped present out to the receiver

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miles lost his temper at times, he was short and he’s far from perfect but he also could be very understanding and regardless of everything else, he listened. it’s when it comes at a consistency he can’t keep up with, it’s when his sleep and using is jeopardized. the dead kept him up and pestered him at times, he’s had instances where they make his life difficult or step in to try and get his attention in ways that do far more harm than good. it’s what draws his patience to snap shut and while this particular ghost speaking to melinoe isn’t one of them - there are others who’s persistency becomes a curse. he isn’t some ancient being, he has a few decades under his belt and as an actual detective - even less. he doesn’t expect the dead to understand how things work or how he has to go about them but it makes the job far more taxing. it’s always felt the pills numbed it all - the stress, the anxiety, the presence of them, the noise.

his arm wraps around her waist and pulls her a little closer, navigating them to the nearest surface to sit back on. he feels her words sit heavy on his chest. a soft shake of his head - he feels the one to blessed, he feels the one that should be saying the sweet nothings instead of being so short with her. “You do plenty.” moving to sit back on the couch, it will do for now and miles could sleep anywhere with a little help. usually a lot of help. “i’m… trying.” he offers. and he is. to stay sober, to work harder, to give the dead some rest and peace. he never felt like he’s fully made it above the surface though and as he’s gotten older it just feels like he’s skimming it at times before going under. melinoe might not have the best version of himself but she has a better version. she’s helped with that, been the reason for it.

if he slept and sobered up - he wouldn’t be so short fused, he also wouldn’t have read into her nonexistent tone. it’s the groggy sleep given by the pills that has him so on edge and the workload and work itself was also something, but it would be manageable if he had some silence. Or so he thinks, never quite admitting he has a problem with addiction, feeling its far more the dead at fault that his own weakness.

the hand in his hair has him take a breath, he feels clammy and her touch is refreshing so he grabs her wrist and brings her hand over his eyes to rest them there and "Thank you." Is spoken in a softer tone, letting his eyes close behind her hand and his thumb stokes the inside of her wrist as if physically saying thanks. "You do plenty." And she does, she has helped in ways miles can't even begin to thank enough, in ways he didn't think possible even and yet... it is. with her. "Will you stay?" if she was by his side he woudln't dare get high with her here, it's a night sober and a night of sleep - usually. he also doesn't wangt to put more on melinoe though - even if shes far more used to it and can clearly handle it better than he can. "I'm sober." He adds but its weak, broken, in ways - just like him.

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@irrwicht hypnos

Wait no please don’t pull out I have abandonment issues

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HONG KYUNG as Lee Hong Sae REVENANT 악귀, 2023

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KASAMATSU SHO as Sato TOKYO VICE SEASON 2 (2024) 2.02

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he is no actual dragon, the nickname isn’t hated. a small squeeze of chihiro before he breaks free of his grip. the fox enjoys being chased. there’s no doubt about that and yahata hasn’t had to chase in sometime - more or less, no one has been worth it. eyes follow the other and his his hands move down a few buttons. the stroke to his ego helps as well.

instead of stepping closer just yet, he makes work of his own shirt, working down button by button. “maybe there should be someone here to protect you from me…” letting his shirt fall off his shoulders. the ink on most of his skin is nothing new to chihiro, it’s far from their first song and dance. the role play has just switched up from their first time together. something far more spontaneous - where now, he’s not sure how else to spend his alone time with chihiro. even if part of him would be willing to spend all of it with him.

he does close the distance, pushing chihiros leg aside a bit more and fitting between them, hands roam up his thighs and over his waist with some pressure behind his hands, “They don’t even come close.” his head dips so his mouth drags across the exposed chest, his hands work the buttons until it’s pooled around his hands and yahata can exploder his chest and stomach with his mouth and tongue. teeth drag along a nipple and then make his way to chihiros neck, he won’t leave a mark but he will get a taste.

his hand working on getting the rest of chihiros clothes off, more time spent on his chest, leaving a few faint marks there that will heal far too quickly for his liking, his hands working on undoing his pants and urging chihiro to lift his hips. one would think yahata liked to be worshipped and while he did, when he found something worth worshipping in return - there wasn’t much that could stop him. a lost language spoke as he travels down his body, soft kisses against his stomach, hip, groin and slipping to his thighs, knees, calves, “I could devour you entirely…” his voice smooth as he comes back up to nip at the others ear before leaving chihiro with nothing on at all. hands push up his thighs, “Tell me what you want, dear prince…”a faint and rare smile pulls at the very corner of his lips.

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he can understand the fans of chihiro, he’s one of them but many take it too far for his liking. the surrounding and screaming and fawning over him. simply put, he hates it and, he could put real fear into anyone who decided to come around if they could take to the public eye. truthfully it’s for chihiro safety more than anything why they can’t, he’s well aware how important the image is of the other but more than that, any enemy of yahata would be a new fan of chihiro.

hidden away in yahata penthouse, one of the few, they are allowed to be this close but even behind closed doors yahata is stoic. his hands rest lightly on chihiros hips as his chest is touched and as the other plays out how the tabloids might run. an amused hum, “Who says i need to be the one running them off. i have plenty at my disposal.” while its true, he wouldn’t sacrifice unless he needed to.

dark eyes settle on the other when he says he loves it, his finger and thumb hold chihiros chin just to keep his gaze, thumb stroking over his chin, “Not a prince but more… a dragon.” a soft breath leaving him, playing into the fantasy. “I’d destroy anyone who tried to hurt my precious damsel.” leaning in to kiss him, it’s slow and soft, no rush or push behind it. “When do i need to have you back?” his hand at his hip moves to his lower back, fingertips drag over his shirt as his hand moves up his back and back down.

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"I'm not in danger anymore, right? You handled Zeus so- we can go to that fest at Mount Olympus...if you wanna." Hypnos was not a party animal but to be among peers after such a long time- it was worth a try. Mostly to see if his twin brother would show up. "You scared?"

He can’t answer that first party with certainty, handled zeus as in killed him…. no. He hasn’t done that and hypnos wouldn’t be asking the question if hades had killed his own brother.

a deep breath is taken though, “Mount Olympus.” Hades doesn’t go there unless he has to, never quite feeling the warm welcome as most others get and to show up with hypnos… showing him off among mortals is one thing but to go together will bring an entirely new set of issues to their… relationship.

a small roll of his eyes, “Asking if i’m scared doesn’t make me want to prove anything to you.” a bit of amusement behind it, “But we can go… we will not stay the whole thing through.” At least Hades wouldn’t. He does reach for hypnosis chin though and forces him to look directly at him, “And you will not leave my side. Those are the conditions.” Hades doesn’t have a large circle he trusts and he doesn’t know what the reaction might be coming together in, what feels like, an official way. He won’t be left to deal with prying questions and insignificant conversation and he also won’t leave hypnos to answer such things. he can expose their private life when hades isn’t around if he truly wishes. “What are you thinking of wearing?” his hand had dropped from his chin moments ago and holds the side of his throat, thumb stroking the front of it as he asks the question.

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RAHUL KOHLI Midnight Mass | dir. Mike Flanagan (2021)

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RAHUL KOHLI as Napoleon Usher in 'The Fall of the House of Usher' (2023) trailer

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What's mine is mine. (Part 1)