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THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.

i'm surprised that you stayed.

would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?

last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.

how long have you been awake?

don't move. i'm comfortable.

what would you say to some breakfast?

i should really go.

i like waking up next to you.

you know, i could go another round. or three.

you look cute first thing in the morning.

i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.

what time is it?

i don't think i caught your name.

stop moving.

you talk in your sleep.

you have to leave, right now.

how did my shirt get there?

i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.

shut up, i'm trying to sleep.

your feet are cold.

i was worried last night had been a dream.

wanna order food and spoon for a while?

i thought you'd left.

come back to bed.

i didn't want to disturb you.

your phone was ringing.

last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?

i've been waiting so long for this.

i love you.

kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.

spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.

breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.

morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.

shower. for our muses to shower together.

bathe. for our muses to bathe together.

kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.

trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.

watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.

display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.

pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.

mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.

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[very clearly enamored AND elated] He fucking bit me.

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leo.suter: #oneononetime

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Also, presidents party child who has been assigned a new secret service bodyguard. He has no idea what he’s in for or the trouble they attract. They have a problem with the word ‘no’ and he likes to say it a lot.

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@arkhospheleteon

sanctuary gasps. he has little time to process killshot's hand on his waist or the sudden slap to his ass before being guided through the apartment. "I've got a pretty good idea..." sanctuary mumbles, rubbing at his bottom. inside of killshot's bedroom, the angel can't help but smile when the man locks his bedroom door. that was smart. sanctuary would have snuck out of killshot's room and went back to the couch if he hadn't. "you think I'm gonna run away?" sanctuary asks, waiting for the other to return from fetching him a change of clothes.

"you make me sound like a literal giant." his german accent is thick as he looks over the pants offered to him. sanctuary was mindful of his gaze when killshot turns away from him and begins to undress. preferring to sleep shirtless as well, he tugs his own top up and over his head. his jeans follow, along with his socks. sanctuary folds them neatly before setting them down. finally, he tugs the pajama pants up and over his thick thighs. they're a bit snug, but not entirely uncomfortable. he had been in far less around his fellow agents, but it had never felt this personal. sanctuary considered many of his fellow agents attractive, but this was different. he actually felt something for killshot, something he shouldn't have. which is why he was ultimately unable to resist ogling killshot while he changed into his pajamas. sanctuary quickly glances away when the agent is finished, his cheeks flushing with color. "wouldn't dream of it. --but if you want to tell me all about them? I'd be interested." killshot employed a wide variety of arrows, many with special effects. after the day he had, he wanted to cuddle up to killshot while he explained every single one of them. that sounded like heaven.

when sanctuary finally listened to ricky and got up from the couch, the marksman rewarded him with a sharp slap to his right butt cheek. “a pain in the ass? you have no idea,” he said in a playful tone, moving his hand up to the medic’s waist and guiding him towards his bedroom. he wouldn't argue against sleeping on the same bed. always better to have someone else to hold at night.

once he locked the door, he entered the closet and returned with a short-sleeved shirt and two pairs of long pants — one for sanctuary and one for himself. “in case you want to change into something more comfortable. i don't have anything your size. you're a fucking giant. at least the pants stretch.” the material was a soft, breathable fabric. being a hot sleeper, that was his go-to outfit for times when he couldn't go nude.

he turned his back to sanctuary and began to undress, first tugging off his shirt and then bringing his jeans down his ankles. the outline of his ass was perfectly accentuated in his black boxer briefs. he wasn't uncomfortable changing in front of the medic. in atlantis, agents were often seeing other agents naked, so killshot didn't think too much about it. six years had passed and nothing happened between them. why would that change now?

“you’re my guest. this is your temporary home now. you know… until reconstruction is completed,” he shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of this. “just don't touch my arrows or i will kick you out.”

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There was no easy way to cope with the death of a loved one. Cregan had endured the loss of his own younger brother, and that of his wife. He had buried his grief beneath tedium and his duties as warden of the north. Only in private did he ever afford himself the grace to sulk. Rickon's nurse maid, Yenna, had helped him through the motions. She was there when Rickon was born, and been there when Arra passed. Cregan hadn't asked her to offer him comfort, but was glad she offered her gentle counsel. Having lost her own husband and children to disease, she was all too familiar with grief. She had been the one to convince Cregan to open himself up to the prospect of love again. Arra's death had convinced him that he would never love again, and that entertaining the prospect would only end in tragedy. Cregan Stark, Fabled Swordsman, and Warden of the North, was ultimately unable to save his beloved wife. He couldn't suffer through that again. That had been before Jacaerys Velaryon arrived in Winterfell atop of a dragon and rife with tragedy. Yenna had gossiped with him, telling Cregan of just how pretty all the women in the castle found him to be. He could agree on that front. Jacaerys had the sort of beauty that poets wrote about. For the first time in two years, Cregan considered the idea of love again. It was purely coincidence that the very first man he had an inkling of romantic interest for was the crown prince of the seven kingdoms. One day he would be king, and would reign far away from Winterfell. This entire ordeal would be a footnote in the long and healthy reign of Jacaerys. Cregan was just happy to be of aid. But he could want more than that, couldn't he? Cregan could provide for Jace. He could keep him safe, nurtured, and satisfied. There was no way for Cregan to determine if Jace was even into men, but he hadn't pushed his hand away, or put distance between them. Jace was so perfect for him. Even when standing at full height, he was downright delicate in comparison to the mighty wolf. His fondness for Jace had been amplified during the hunt, where he had saved Cregan from certain death. His prince was unafraid of taking up the blade if it meant protecting others, and that made Cregan swoon like some young maiden. Jace was the consummate picture of what a prince should be. Yet there was much more, and Cregan had only caught glimpses of it so far. There was an impudence Jace wielded like a knife, one that Cregan was certain could cut through stone.

What he wouldn't give to be on the receiving end of that fearsome tongue. "Tis' a blessing that you were there to save me." He inches himself closer until their thighs are touching, and their faces are inches apart. "However will I repay you?" He had several ideas, all of which were highly inappropriate, but he acted upon the only one he could perform now with certainty. Boldly, he reaches for Jace's face with his free hand, lovingly stroking over a pretty cheekbone with his thumb. He leans forward, kissing where his thumb had been. Cregan kisses him again, this time on the neck. His mouth lingering, allowing his beard to scratch against delicate skin. Cregan leaves a string of kisses in his wake, all blooming with sincerity and warmth. Finally, he turns the prince toward him and kisses him upon the lips.

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There has been little rest in the North, though he is luckily . He finds each day is filled with something, for Cregan Stark seems to think it tantamount to keep him entertained throughout his stay. There is always somewhere to go, something to show him. This day? It has been a hunt, and a successful one. A pampered Prince they might have seen before, compared to the rugged and tough exterior of the Northerners, until he had shot the bear down. With ease. It had hardly been a thought. A threat, and then no longer breathing, how easy it had been.

It would have been a disaster, for several reasons, had he not intervened. The celebration had lasted deep into the night, and while the Northman drank their fill, he enjoyed the occasion, the enthusiasm. He was not going to try and keep up, or he might have found himself unconscious hours ago, but that did not mean he was not enjoying himself. He was having probably one of the most thrilling weeks of his life. The freedom of being so far from home, the pride in his achievements, his newfound friendship with Cregan. He was having some of the most exciting days of his life.

"It was nothing. Your men seemed to hesitate. Perhaps they aren't the ones I need to fight for us, if they hesitate to fight even a beast to save their liege Lord." A jest, clearly. The smile on his face is enough of an indicator of that. He is enjoying this - the hunt certainly, alongside the celebration after. Readily, the men of the North seemed to respect him, which was a relief. The dragon might aid in that, though Vermax was still outside the gates of Winterfell whilst they hunted.

Now? It was just the pair of them, sat around the fire, the other men having retreated to their tents, in a drunken stupor for several of them. He was not so far gone, nor even nearly as much as Cregan before him, sat close by the fire. "When I return to Dragonstone, I shall." Which would need to be soon, for war was brewing in the South, and he was a key part of that, given his succession being placed in crisis alongside his mother's. The hand does not go unnoticed, though he chalks it up to the inebriation - nothing more. "It would have been a horrible tale to return home with, that I allowed the Lord of Winterfell to be eaten by a bear."

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"You talk too much." That much every single person in New York city could agree upon. Spider-man was made tolerable by his heroic acts, but diminished by just how much he yapped. Only those who had to personally deal with the spider knew that. Peter was best dealt with in short doses or with some ibuprofen in hand. Frank had gotten used to it, and now found the way that Peter could ramble on and on for hours endearing. "Go ahead. Reach into my ass pocket n' grab it." He challenges, eyes sparking with mischief. Peter would never be so bold. Frank resists the urge to smirk when the hero finally joins him at the table. It had taken him long enough, and it had been rude to keep his host waiting.

Frank shakes his head. "One or two bagels ain't enough to get you through the morning." Especially with an enhanced metabolism. The kid probably got hungry all throughout the day and neglected his growling stomach, which wouldn't surprise Frank. Peter was always making sacrifices in the line of duty. "Because I've got a warm bed and free food. That's more than enough for some people." He points out, smiling at the B&B comment. Frank wasn't polite or social enough to tolerate unwanted guests in his home. Peter was an exception, and it was the man's fondness for him that made him special. "Besides, you love my cookin'. It's enough to keep you coming back for more, ain't it?"

It wasn't as if Peter wasn't aware that Frank was a big guy, with the way he was it only made sense. But it was one thing to see a straining bicep every now and then, it was a complete different thing to see just a flimsy tanktop in the way of that powerful body. While Peter was tight and compat and toned, Frank was just...big. It probably made it all the more amusing that Peter was the one out of the two of them that could throw the other through a wall if he wanted.

"Okay first of all, rude. What makes me so not kidnapable?" He huffed, only partly kidding at the response. Feeling that large hand gripping his mask, his brain sort of shortcircuted at first before suddenly it was being dragged off and slid into his pocket. "Hey! First of all, really Frank? Second of all, you think I won't reach in there and grab it?" He retorted - brown doe eyes squinting at the other in challenge. At the command to sit, Peter stood for a few moments as if debating whether or not to listen. Eventually he sat down, but with a huff.

"That's why I usually get a bagel to go before the crime fighting" He pointed out, his own tight upper body muscles flexing and straining a little as he got comfortable at the table. The comment about tomorrow's food surprised him, partly that he was trying to play a good host - secondly that he seemed to be saying that Peter would be staying here multiple days. "What makes you think I'll be here tomorrow? Not only that, are you seriously taking breakfast orders already? I didn't know your dream was to run a B&B Frank."

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open starter ! a night at wayne manor starring : bruce wayne && ??? the premise : your muse has been cordially invited to the summer solstice, an annual charity event sponsored by wayne enterprise, and hosted by bruce wayne himself. works of art will be on display before being auctioned off, the proceeds of which will be donated to the less fortunate of gotham city. black tie attire is mandatory. food and drink will be complimentary. we look forward to seeing you there!

for the first time in three hours, bruce wayne was finally alone some time alone. he had spent the entirety of the evening rubbing elbows with gotham's elite, feigning interest while playing his part as a playboy effortlessly. bruce was an excellent actor, and only those closest to him could determine that he was exhausted by this entire affair. but it was for charity, and for a good cause, bruce was willing to suffer.

beneath him neatly arranged rose bushes bristle with a pleasant breeze, carrying their floral scent up and onto the balcony. his mother had always loved roses. bruce had kept the grounds maintained in her honor, and kept vases of the familiar flower throughout his home. bruce peers down and into his glass of dark red wine before lifting it to his lips. he didn't like to drink. bruce was a man that liked to be in control of all of his faculties, but he didn't know if he could face carmine falcone without a drink. bruce perks up at the sound of footsteps. he turns to face his guest, slipping back into the role of a gracious host with ease. "evening." he offers them a dazzling smile, before setting his glass down on the railing. "either you're lost, or you're not enjoying the party. which is it?" bruce teases. they must have been lost. this balcony was attached to the master bedroom, which could only be found on the second floor, far away from the party.

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agent helios was nervous. he had never really been on a date before, if he could even consider this a date. max had just invited him out to dinner, which was common between agents, especially on assignment. which meant that this most definitely was not a date. bummer. caleb had developed a crush shortly after meeting him at the academy, and it had persisted years later. unlike his companion, helios followed every single rule and order given to him. agents were forbidden from dating, so he had never allowed himself to feel anything more than desire for flux. technically he wasn't breaking the rules by just having dinner with max, especially with a table between them. but every now and then he could feel the other agent's shoe brush against his bare ankle and it made him feel like he was on fire. well, not literally. but it felt pretty damn close.

ordinarily his entire body was aflame, burning with the intensity of the sun. caleb was glad that he appeared normal in front of max, at least for a few hours. the bracelet around his wrist made him unable to use his powers, suppressing the flames that made him appear as if he was a hellspawn. "so..you're stealing." that much was certain whenever max or his mother were involved. they couldn't go anywhere without swiping something. caleb lifts his hands above his chest, "not that I'm judging! I know that's what you grew up on and everything." his cheeks burn with a different kind of warmth than usual. "I admire the hustle. I'm always so impressed by your....finesse.."

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Max & (Whoever you want)

Location: Some Small Coastal Italian Town, Local Ruins of the Romans made it a tourist stop

A Little Down Time

"It's not my fault they wanted to pay for my meal. I never said I was lost or without my family they assumed and I didn't correct them." Max was all sweet innocent smiles and soft curls, a gentle touch and a little nuzzle of affection when he wanted something, an older tourist couple with plenty of money, and easy mark, Max had also memorized their credit card numbers, and what hotel they were at so he could keep charging stuff to their room for the next few days, but that was immaterial. Until it did materialize into things. For him.

In reality he spoke more than enough Italian to get by and even if he didn't he had a translator in his ear piece. Still he gestured back to the pasta and then to the seat next to him. A silent offering of some of his food. While lithe and agile Max ate, and he ate a lot, as was evident as he shoveled his food into his cheeks now. So offering up food was a fairly considerate and rare thing for him.

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This was above his pay grade. Frank didn't deal with twinks falling out of portals, or whatever followed through them. Doctor Strange dealt with shit like this because it was his job. But he couldn't just leave angel to his own devices. Nah. he'd never forgive himself if he let a cute twink like that die on his watch. Frank looks down at the hole ridden corpse of a S.O.U.R agent with a furrow in his brow. "You're welcome, mijo." He's still uncertain what to make of Angel, but he could tell that the kid meant him no harm. Especially with that lisp. Frank extends a calloused hand for Angel to flex before it's swiftly recoiled. He narrows his eyes at the gummy bear on the agent's shoulder warily. "Frank." Frank holsters his firearm before kneeling down to get a better look at one of the S.O.U.R agents. Dipping his fingers into whatever green goo was dripping out of them, he can't help but feel curious. "What the hell are these guys?"

&. angel oso ; agent gummy bear.

we're coming in hot, fernando ! that's what the gummy bear agent last remembers saying before leaping through the droppop portal: when they were send to a S.O.U.R stronghold, it was to bring it down: angel had no idea of the technology that was hidden before the ambush, as well as the boosted security. while their gummy blaster was working overtime, it just wasn't enough to singlehandedly take out that many enemies before being overwhelmed. it was huge ass risk to leap into the unknown, but it was the only way to escape. but their instinct proved right when they land into a far less colorful world than their own. the voyage did disorient them a bit, everything ringing and blurry until it stops altogether, blinking as their ears twitch to the gruff voice of their savior. all the gelatanous agent could fully make out was the smell of hot lead and the mix of burning sour sugar: that was definitely S.O.U.R. guts on them. ❝ whoa, you're tall … did you kill the S.O.U.R ? oh thank you ! you totally saved my tail ! ❞ oso praises with a chipper smile, pretty doe eyes looking from behind their ‘bear’ ears from their cyan visor. ❝ I'm agent gummy bear ! and this is fernando ! ❞ cue the slightly bigger-than-usual blue gummy bear hopping on the jelly combatant's shoulder.

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Domesticity was something Frank rarely dabbled in. Following the murder of his family, he only had himself to take care of. This meant eating dinner straight out of a can, and growing an unruly beard. Fighting crime had given him purpose again, and Frank's appearance reflected that. His hair was kept short, but styled, maintained every two weeks at a barber he had known since childhood. His musculature, which had been lean during his marriage had filled out, lending him the appearance of an offseason bodybuilder. Frank was the direct opposite of Pete in terms of build, looking like an absolute tank beside the slender boy.

"Correct. You might have superpowers, but you need to rest." He had seen the damage Scorpion had inflicted upon Spider-man, and there was no way he had already recovered. Frank moves to stand, closing the distance between the pair of them. "If I kidnapped anybody it sure as hell wouldn't be you." He plucks the boy's mask up and off of his face, before shoving it into his pocket. Frank plants his ass back in his seat and jabs a finger at the chair opposite of him. "Sit down. Eat." Bad shit happened in New York all the time, and Spider-man couldn't be responsible for it all hours of the day. The kid was just going to wear himself out until he realized that.

"Can't fight crime on an empty stomach." He doesn't try to argue with Peter. Just like Frank, he was ridiculously stubborn. Lifting his mug of coffee to his lips, he takes a swig before letting out a content sigh. This coffee made dealing with Spider-man tolerable. "What's your favorite breakfast food? I can make it for you tomorrow." He asks, watching the shirtless hero who was still standing and just as apprehensive as he had been moments before.

It was a little odd to see Frank like this, in an almost domestic sense. He was used to him geared up and perhaps bleeding at least a little, rather than in a tight tank top and shorts with nothing else while cooking food and drinking coffee. It was a little jarring and perhaps a little distracting as well. Not that Peter wanted to think about that last part, now wasn't the time to have thoughts like that.

"Which let me guess, you get to decide when I feel better? Hate to break it to you Frank but I think that moves from hospitality to hostage" He retorted, mask on now even if his chest still remained bare outside of the bandages. "And I didn't think you were into kidnapping" He chided, his stubborn self clearly not willing to just let Frank decide for him when he should or shouldn't go.

Part of Peter wanted to cave to the order because food did sound good (and maybe one other reason) but he remainded standing and being stubborn, as was Spider-Man's typical stance. "Did you really try and pull the hurt feelings card Frank? Not sure you can pull it off" He added, glancing to the nearest window. No point diving out just yet or being that dramatic. Besides, he was grateful. "My ass thanks you, truly - but the city doesn't stop needing help just because I'm having a rough day."

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❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜

 *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. [ ⛧ ]

Cregan tucks an errant curl behind jace's ear before kissing his forehead. They had found safety on the roof of a grocery store while an army of undead had formed beneath them. They reached for the pair of lovers with outstretched hands, unblinking eyes, and an unending hunger. "Neither do I, but things could be worse." Cregan shrugs in his effort to keep the mood light. Yes, there was a horde of zombies waiting to tear them apart, but they had each other. In time the zombies would thin out, and they could make their escape. "This is what I get for wanting some alone time with you." Cregan folds Jace into his arms, certain that he was anxious due to their predicament. "If you've been waiting to admit that you're wildly in love with me, now's the time to admit it."

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fuck. this was bad. grid had entered his apartment with noble intentions, and ended up fucking glamour into the mattress. no wonder max liked him! he was very talented both on the field and in the bedroom. glamour should have stopped the younger agent when he so brazenly flirted with him, but he had allowed it. he loved being adored, and grid was such a smoothtalker. things progressed naturally, culminating with glamour climbing into grid's lap so he could feel how much grid needed him. he had made the agent beg before dismounting and settling between his legs. everything about grid was so pleasing, and his dick was just as pretty as the rest of him. " you should. but I'm not kicking you out. " not yet, at least. flux was away on a mission, so glamour was in no rush. his son had a habit of barging into his apartment without warning, which was fine by glamour. he loved that max felt so comfortable that he could come bother him whenever he wished. he doubted that max would be happy about finding grid in his bed, however. glamour arches his back, pressing his ass back against grid while his bountiful chest overfills the agent's groping hands. " hmmm. " glamour playfully muses, " you're hard again. what kind of hostess would I be if I let you leave unsatisfied? "

LOCATION     :     GLAMOUR'S  APARTMENT.

"     i  really  should  get  out  of  here,  huh?     "            gridlock  says,  his  voice  is  still  groggy  from  sleep,  his  breath  hot  against  the  older  man's  neck  as  he  chuckled.  he  was  only  supposed  to  be  here  to  catch  up  and  set  boundaries  between  him  and  max.  and  he  has  a  feeling  this  little  tryst,  however  good  it  fucking  feels,  was  gonna  complicate  things.  but  hey!  not  the  first  time  he's  been  in  a  complicated  situation,  especially  not  in  this  context.

instead  of  standing  up,  he  simply  wrapped  his  arms  around  glamour  ...  and  like  instinct,  his  hands  already  found  themselves  fondling  the  man's  tits,  as  his  cock  began  to  wake  on  the  snug  spot  between  the  older  man's  ass.  soon  ready  for  another  round.     "     do  you  want  me  out  of  here?  tell  me.     "

with @incubito / for glamour.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.

[incubito]

saccharine ft. @saturnasiatm ft. angel && frank castle

something weird was definitely happening. a glittering portal had opened, dumping a cute boy at his feet. this would have been too good to be true if a dozen weird green bastards followed. frank gathered the mysterious stranger up and off of the floor by the back of his collar. he didn't even have time to introduce himself before narrowly dodging a swipe from one of the green guys. frank responded in kind, shooting a hole through the gut of his attacker. the punisher made quick work of the rest of them, leaving them in green piles on the floor. the cute guy had helped, but ended up being ultimately unnecessary. if anything he had served as a distraction, allowing frank to pump those interdimensional intruders with lead. frank wipes at green blood that stained the white tank he wore beneath a black leather vest. he notes the stickiness of it, and is reminded instantly of candy. wiping his hands on his jeans, he moves his attention back to angel. he towers over the boy, his chest being at eye level with the mysterious stranger. "you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?"