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thewinningscenario replied to your post “--> THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE <--”

GIVE ME YOUR NEW URL

i’m sure you already know what it is :3

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thanks for the last year, guys-- it’s been a blast.

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    “Who I am isn’t important.” Leo snorts at the TV volume-- rule one, never let something distract you while you’re on the run-- and takes a step in, kicking the door closed behind him. “Of course I’ve heard of knocking. I’m not rude. It was imperative that you didn’t run away.”

    Rude. So rude.

    “You weren’t where you were supposed to be. Our last known location of you was in an old decrepit apartment building on the north side of Manhattan.” Leo rolls his head, chattering to keep Loki occupied. “It took a lot of work to track you down. I hope you appreciate that.”

Loki always kept his door locked. Always. He knew it wouldn’t stop someone if they really wanted to get it, but it should at least slow them down and give him enough time to prepare. If he was paying attention, which he hadn’t been.

He had been completely absorbed in a game of Space Invaders on his TV, volume up enough that he hadn’t heard anyone messing with his door. He hadn’t heard anything until the man spoke. At the sound of his voice, Loki jumped and whirled around to look at the door. “Uh, I think we’d better start with the more important question. Who are you? And haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Knocking would have given him time to get away.

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    “You’re lucky I’m good at what I do, you goddamn sonuvabitch.” Leo leans in the (picked open) door of Loki’s apartment, arms folded across his chest, idly watching Loki as though he hasn't just tracked the other man down when he was trying hard to not be caught. “If I wasn’t, the whole system would be down from one of your latent viruses. I need to know what you wiped from my database.”

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they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

unfinished poems iii // s.z (via mrdcks)

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     “Keep moving and I’ll shoot you.”

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    i am creating a list of ALL star trek roleplayers out there !!!     OCs included & everyone from the original series to the     reboots !!! to be added just REBLOG this post !!! 

              you can follow, too, for promos & other resources !!!

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hi everyone!!!!!!! i have been chattering about this for a little while now and it has always been a thing i wanted to do and now i am finally doing it annnnnd hopefully it will work out /)////(\ anyway here we go

things to know!!!

prices are subject to change depending on detail, shading, and difficulty of character for me (sorry)

extra characters are $5 and up!! difficulty of character applies

you can contact me: through ask or at belmuda_@hotmail.com or even skype

i will accept pretty much any kind of character! i make no promises that it will be an exact likeness to what you want but i will do my absolute best

I REQUIRE PREVIOUS REFS - be it previous art, faceclaims, body references, whatever. i really like something to go off of because i am really particular about getting stuff right for people, especially if you are now paying me! written descriptions are appreciated but examples of particular details are really appreciated

I DO NOT DO: any kind of nsfw, anything EXTREMELY detailed, or gifs. there are probably other things but i’ll tell you no if they come up

you can check out my other art here and i also do banners for promos if anyone wants

the palette challenge is here if you want me to do that!

and i think that’s everything! feel free to ask me questions to clarify on anything at all and please reblog if you can!

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[ Leo’s been feeling itchy and off-centre all day, like there’s a small thorn or something caught in the collar of his almost too-stiff shirt, and he’s been constantly fidgeting with the sleeves of his suit and tie and fucking shirt collar since he got dressed and left their apartment.

    In retrospect, it makes sense that something that’s affecting Sarkis is also affecting him. Because, y’know, they’re Bonded and all.

    Fuck. ]

    Yes. No. I don’t know, darlin’.

[ Because he’s horribly, horribly distracted, with Sarkis’s nose buried in the hollow of his throat and the scent of lightning and ozone and petrichor permeating his senses, making him dizzy. ]

    Do I-- need to not be busy? Shit. Do I need to call in favours at work?

Ω!!!

Send me a “Ω” for a starter where my muse is your muse’s omega.

He can feel the first hints of Heat bothering him, even if it’s supposed to be at least a week away. It’s all Leo’s fault. Leo and his stupid, intoxicating scent of mint and warm earth, buried under antiseptic from work. Sarkis wants to smell like him all the fucking time, which usually means being as close as possible every chance they get. Which usually sets off a lot of things at the wrong times, especially with their weird, mismatched schedules.

Are you busy?

He only asks this after he’s leaned over and pressed his face into Leo’s throat, demanding attention, slightly too-sensitive skin breaking out in goosebumps as he gets his fix.

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What if Carol Marcus was not so fast…

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[ Leo takes a deep breath in, then out, keeping his eyes half-closed so Sarkis can’t see the flare of bright, bright fear that roots itself deep in his body. It’s not even like he wants to be scared of Sarkis, it just... happens.

    This is what happens when you’re still mortal and your boyfriend’s just become-- for lack of a better word-- ruler of the universe. ]

    I missed you too.

[ His eyes well up, and Leo blinks rapidly, swallowing against the thickness in his throat. ]

    You always have a home with me, darlin’. Sarkis. You don’t-- I already promised myself to you for eternity. Remember?

[ He fiddles with his ring, never having taken it off when Sarkis was gone, and wraps his arms around Sarkis’s shoulders, letting the god see all of his worry and fear and relief that he’s back. ]

    Please come back to me.

lived long enough to become the villain

Leave ‘Lived long enough to become the villain’ to get a glimpse of my character being a villain.

It’s been… A while, he thinks. A month? Two? More? He’s not sure, and trying to sort out the jumble that’s Time in his head takes too long to be useful. Everything’s like that now. Honestly, he’s not sure how he got here in the first place. This is his apartment he knows - he thinks - maybe? - but the longer he stares at it the more uncertain he gets. Absently, a hand comes up to rap on the wood, just a few relatively soft knocks, and then he’s stuck watching his hand in confusion.

Sarkis stares at the ring on his finger, turning it over and over, wondering silently at the safeloveneedmisswherefindsafe that bubbles up whenever he stares hard at it. The reason for that’s at the tip of his tongue, stuck there, he’s just not sure what it is until the door lock clicks and the door itself swings open to —

Leo.

It comes out almost reverently, and the roiling walls of the hall smooth almost completely back to normal, heartbeat coming back down to only a mile a minute, like just seeing Leonard fills all the gaps in his head. The god stares owlishly up at the other man, golden eyes too bright and too wide, expression flickering from relief to shame to fear to something a little more hollow and guilty.

I did something I don’t think I was supposed to do.

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    Mmm.

[ Leo tilts his head up, eyes closing in pleasure, baring the soft skin of his throat to Sarkis and offering his submission in the gesture. If it also shows off the scruff on his neck, then so be it. ]

    Maybe. You always do something that usually gets my disapproval. I have no idea if that’s deliberate or not, but things like this only happen if you did something. Like brought home another pet.

[ He teases Sarkis gently, aware that how he says things could hurt the little god’s feelings. Leo tilts his head to nuzzle into the god’s curls and rumbles in appreciation. ]

    I still love you, though.

I want the K (when does leo want the k tbh)

9. Jawline kiss

Hand fisted in Leo’s hair, tugging hard enough to keep the larger man’s head tipped back, Sarkis takes his time to mouth across his fiancé’s jaw, reveling in the scratchy scruff he’s accumulated in the few days off work.

You don’t have to shave. I’d like it better if you didn’t.

His murmured complaints will fall on deaf ears, as always; Leonard’s mind is made up on presentation, and he prefers to be clean and tidy where Sarkis could give less of a shit. As much as it frustrates him, he doesn’t plan on fighting it too hard. Leonard seems to appreciate the extra attention scruff gets him when it does happen, after all. Maybe he’s doing this on purpose.

The god kisses his jaw, from his chin upward, soft, indulgent little brushes of his lips as he works his way along and then nuzzles at Leo’s pulse, humming appreciatively.

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Damn he needed to get wasted. The rain was pouring as Jim stood in the graveyard, staring down at Pike's name with a tired expression. They were about to leave back to the Enterprise that had just been deemed flyable again. Five year mission and everything but he couldn't leave Not without saying goodbye. He ran his fingers over the name and smiled weakly. "I hope I made you proud in the end." He muttered quietly before glancing behind him. He knew those footsteps anywhere. "Hey Bones."

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    “Hey yourself.” Clad in his officer’s uniform, a grey umbrella held over his head, Leonard steps closer to Jim, weary exhaustion written into every line in his face. “You’re not goin’ to make him proud if you catch a cold the night before you leave for five years. Your CMO’d have to ground you and I don’t think he’d really enjoy doing that.” 

    He moves closer again, shifting so that the umbrella’s covering both Jim and himself, and looks to the gravestone. “Had to say goodbye, hm?”