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pull me like an animal out of a hole

every other freckle, alt j | dante and virgil in hell, william-adolphe bouguereau

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bites at their jaw like a dog hi beautiful

❝ hrgh — hey — what the fuck — ❞

unprompted // @dcgfight

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interactions & lore ref (updated, oops)

opens & starter calls (always accepting)

reblogged memes (always accepting)

unprompted ooc or ic asks, on or off anon (when anon is on) are always accepting.

mun disco (open to mutuals): rainekind

headcanon tag

jjk-specific lore & headcanons

mha-specific lore & headcanons

backstory drabbles (cw's in tags) 001. rotting city  002. blackbird 003. devil-tamer (i.)  004. watchful eye solo: there's a hand with a gun

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just a reminder: you can write when you want and with who you want. it doesn't matter how many threads you have going with one person. if that's who you want to respond to then respond to them! if you want to answer a meme for just them? go for it! your friends, your mutuals, the people who stick around? they understand. they get it. they have their people too. so never feel like you aren't doing enough or that you have to respond to others. do it when you can and when you feel up to it. this is for fun. this is rp. it's not a job. we do it because we love it and if that means writing for one person more than others? so be it. no one has a right to get mad at you over it.

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@vsagis @quillheel @harerazor @valcfar

does anybody want to take turns hitting each other unconscious

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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there is, for sure, a verse out there where seph has been married to adeo for like ten years. just. surviving(?) day by day

i think the lynchpin in that choice tree(tm) is the unseen agent who managed to smuggle in a gun — ironic, given that they never actually used the gun on adeo, but that one action brought them out of their dissociative stupor, kept them grounded, and planted the seed of strength in their mind that eventually allowed them to plan + execute the final confrontation. so, if that never happens — ie, if fletch gives up on her and declares her dead, or the unseen is taken down before they can send someone after her — she stays in that dissociative stupor. sinks deeper and deeper into it. they get married, he gets elected, and lethe learns to navigate hell on earth as best she can. after a time, the hatred dulls. survival mode provokes some twisted fucked up version of returned feelings in her, which in some ways makes the situation easier to live with, and in some ways makes it much harder.

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so many ways a character can be dog-coded. stray following someone home and begging for scraps. old and needs to be put out of its misery. attack dog. guard dog. lap dog. puppy that pees on the carpet from excitement. shelter dog just happy to finally have feet to curl up on. unsocialized that bites anyone trying to show kindness. silly goofy puddle monster. obedient until the leash comes off

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bite the hand

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-TACKLES-

❝ OW. ❞ she only crumples because she wants to. still, she crumples. once they're on the ground, her legs hook around his waist and she flips him hard onto his back. ❝ thanks for the warm welcome. ❞

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"THATS MY WIFE—" Shota, Probably.

❝ YOU'RE ONE SUSPICIOUS glance away from 'i didn't kill my wife.' ❞

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BOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFARFARFARFARFBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK

GRIPS IAKO BY THE JAW and shakes her head back and forth.

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tentatively stepping my toes back into the water with thoughts of a verse wherein seph was imprisoned at 17 yrs old and wasn't freed until their mid-twenties. technically on parole and running from / hiding from the unseen. taking any job that'd hire someone with a record. suffering through The Fuckshit (altered version — sort of better, sort of worse) and making it out the other side miraculously not-dead, though it certainly feels like she didn't survive. still close with her brother in this verse, i think, but their relationship is rocky. she's hanging on by a thread. barely skirting being thrown back in jail, running from the criminal kingpins she once worked for, walking the fucking tightrope day by day and getting closer and closer to falling off!!

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My  muse  confesses  in  a  reckless  moment,  pulling  your  muse  close.  “I  should’ve  said  it  sooner.  I  should’ve  told  you  before  it  was  too  late.” (foR LETHE SEPH???)

ADEO INVITING HIM WAS A NASTY TRICK. the bride's side of the church is populated by taunts: orion, norah, hector. her parents, somehow, and some nameless cousins and aunts and uncles they must have brought along, starkly contrasted normalcy against the tattooed, surly faces of the unseen. an empty seat reserved for fletch. and beside it, front and center, izuku.

a nasty trick, forcing persephone to perform for the audience like a marionette. good thing, then, that the one who really holds their heart had other plans.

izuku is a fucking madman. he must be, for only a madman would choose a moment like this ��� hiding behind the shoddy cover of a church pew from a hail of bullets — to grab persephone's arms hard enough that she can feel it and say something she never thought she would hear him say.

a thousand panicked deflections flick through her. a thousand not nows and you're not in your right minds. none of them make it past the barrier of her throat. unfortunately, persephone, too, is rather insane, as only an insane motherfucker would choose a moment like this to take izuku's face in her hands and kiss him, kiss him with a feverish, panicked desperation, lips on his like the world is ending.

and, well. if their little coup fails, it might as well be.

❝ idiot, ❞ they murmur against his mouth in between those thunderclap kisses, ❝ i love you too. now don't die. ❞

@vsagis.

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i am on a hiatus across both blogs. irl is getting busy, and with the exception of a few occasional threads/memes i have big motivation for, i just haven't felt any desire to write on here lately. rp has felt like a chore, i've felt like i'm letting everyone down, my inbox and drafts are at 100+, and i just need to take a step back for now rather than pretending i can do things that i really cannot. so if you see me just responding to the same couple of people and/or not responding to dms often, it's not that i hate or am bored of everyone else, it's just that my muse and social energy are 99% nonexistent rn. geto's muse especially has tanked hard.

hopefully after a break i'll find the love for the blogs again! but for now, bitches be lurking, maybe making ooc + headcanon posts, and otherwise peacing out. i'm bitches.

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indie midoriya izuku of my hero academia. / mutuals only. selective. as written by alex (21+, gmt+1, english as second language). minors dni. primarily villain au & secondary canon verse. featuring: canon divergent verses, a fandomless crime verse, spider-verse au & arcane au.

a story on: arson, murder, and jaywalking, batman grabs a gun, beware the nice ones, despair event horizon, the unchosen one, yin-yang bomb, & more.

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It started as a joke. Then ... it wasn't. Technically, there's nothing stopping Jie from taking this stupid thing off. Kind of hard to be confined with or in anything when he's able to just ... phase away. Yet the muzzle — degrading as it may feel — stays on. He's not happy about it, but he did mangle Rayaan's arm the other day. Again. Not his fault an entire arm's used to quit his post-meteor frenzy.

So he sits and sulks.

PERSEPHONE, FOR HER PART, cannot seem to shake the quiet amusement she feels every time she spots her muzzled and glowering partner. ❝ you know that your pouting only makes it funnier, right. ❞ deadpan as ever. she hooks a finger around one of the bars, tugs on it with a barely-there smirk. ❝ you're just missing the collar and leash. maybe i should get some dog treats to train you with. don't you wanna be called good boy? ❞

unprompted // @tewwor