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I JUST LOVE HIS VIBES IN GENERAL AND I CAN SEE ARGENTI LIKE THIS NO MATTER HOW SOFT I PLAY MY BOY INSIDE
comes back to slide the idea of Argenti failing his trials and changing in ways similar to Messmer from Elden Ring
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comes back to slide the idea of Argenti failing his trials and changing in ways similar to Messmer from Elden Ring
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sorry for being so quiet here! Gimme another week or so and I'll be back for real to throw replies out and write some starters
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where is he @ hoyo
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screaming into the void
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hey hey, I know I'm always a little slow, but it might be slower over the next few weeks bc I'm getting ready to move places so most of my time is being spent cleaning, packing, and getting rid of unnecessary items! Along with working! Once I get settled into my new place though, rp will pick up again. I'll still be responding to things of course, but it might be even more spotty than it is rn D:
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@duelmarks asked: 🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿, and that the reunion is always that much sweeter . . . ❝ Jesse — ah! ❞ Argenti would have to say that, whoever they are, they're completely right. Months of mere calls, video and voice alike, that leave him touched-starved and lonely reflect in the urgency of his voice. Some would say he's making up for lost time, they would also be correct.
His armor hangs on the bodice of a mannequin in another room, his clothes strewn across the floor of his ship, and Argenti himself is atop his husband. Both hands are planted on the center of the cyborg's chest, his thighs trembling from strain where he's straddling Boothill's lap. With mussed hair and flushed cheeks, his lips bruised from kissing, he knows he looks utterly debauched riding him.
It's so easy to murmur desperate pleas, a litany of moans interrupting them as he rises and falls. His pussy is spread around Jesse's cock, leaving glistening slick along his length when he lifts himself only to drop back down fast and desperate. ❝ So good, you feel so good, you're so deep — ❞ He pitches forward, leaning down to catch his husband's lips in a kiss, movements slowing long enough to tangle their tongues together. He licks deep into his mouth, moans muffled, hands finding their way onto the bed on either side of Jesse's head. Long fingers twist in white and black strands, taking a fistful so he can yank the other's head back.
He's rocking back and forth now, thighs squeezing tight on Boothill's hips. Panting, filthy and wet against his lips before trailing along his jaw and the exposed metal of his neck, every kiss full of worship.
❝ . . . I love you. ❞
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add me on WuWa 👉👈 I'll love you forever if you do
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Funny rose man has joined your party <3
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@amanturine asked: “now that’s a smile worth a thousand bucks,” said the gambler, voice as smooth as liquid gold.
❝ Such flattery, I can only presume that you're speaking of your own smile. ❞ Argenti glances to the side, away from his drink, green-red meeting pink-blue with true delight. ❝ After all, I can see none more beautiful than yours, Aventurine. ❞
He moves over, making room for the other to pull a chair up to the bar beside him. ❝ Would you like to join me for a drink? ❞
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An advantage of being part of the Garden of Recollection was undetectable teleportation. Though too shy to reciprocate in person, Argenti would aboard the One and Only a small package of home-made baklava. A small gesture for the kindness given, one could say.
𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 into every curve of the upright knight's lithe body, bone deep and horrid. Gentle eyes are left hollow in the aftermath of this day's work, and Argenti finds relief upon entering his ship. The solitude is a solace. He embraces it with the heaviest of sighs, leaning against the door to his ship once it's closed behind him, gaze hidden behind a wall of lashes. Who is to say how long he wastes in that position, doing his best to be himself enough to stand and move around again, to look at this place he calls home.
When he does finally lift his head, it's to confusion and surprise both. He's cautious with the unfamiliar package, but it takes only a moment for a tired smile to cross his lips and the lid of the package falls to the side. ❝ How lovely . . . ❞ The smell is divine, and now that his sights have been set on it, he's realizing just how long it's been since he's had any food at all.
Though he only has the smallest idea of who could have left the gift, he knows it must have been someone he's seen recently. Perhaps that sweet boy from the Garden of Recollection, he had given him something first after all and Al-Haytham seems the type to repay such kindness. He'll have to remember to thank him next they meet. The treat was much needed after the pains he's faced.
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@duelmarks asked: Sugar, ya gotta stop stealin' my drinks 'cause they keep makin' ya sick!
❝ What's a little sickness when I can perfect the taste of food that I make you, love ~ ❞
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❝ . . . There is beauty in all things, my dear. ❞ How peaceful it is here, the breeze gentle and flowing much like the words leaving his lips. ❝ However difficult it may be to see in the moment, it is during strife that a person's true colors show through, the most honest version of themselves becomes known. ❞
Eyes greener than the grass around them stay focused on the handsome form across his lap, even as his mind wanders away however briefly. ❝ It is both tragic, and lovely, to see someone overcome their trials, to see them turn into the person they were meant to be. ❞ Long fingers stroke through his hair again before following the path that is his cheek and jaw, leaning over him a bit more fully and then —
❝ You are beautiful beyond compare, love. ❞ His smile is pure, admiration seeping into his every touch. ❝ For everything that you have gone through, you have endured and become stronger for it. And though you still have your own goals, know that you have people who love you. That I love you. ❞
He cups Ren's cheek finally, thumb stroking back and forth. ❝ Does that satisfy your curiosity? ❞
@rosenpiety : Warm green flickers down, a kaleidoscope of color reflecting in the depth of his gaze, lingering on the form laid across his lap with an unspeakable affection. The wind dances around them, ruffling and tousling long red hair. One hand holds a book open before him, the other is threaded through the dark locks of the man laying on him.
❝ — So we could rave on, darling, you and I, until the stars tick out a lullaby about each cosmic pro and con . . . ❞ His words come in a low timber, sweet and crooning, cadence methodical so as not to interrupt the tranquility around them.
the melodious tones of his companion caress swordsman's ears like a gentle lullaby. fingers carding through ebony strands only further lull ren into a true sense of calm. everything is still -- truly still -- around them. he feels muscles relax and an involuntary breath exhale past parted lips.
head shifts a little across the knight's thighs as he continues his reading. yes, love has always been a strife for ren but this... this is nothing but easy and simple. he does not have to fight a current to gaze into verdant warmth. with him, love doesn't have to be bloody.
" do you find beauty even in this, knight? " he asks in a hushed voice when argenti finishes the poem. " in the strife of humanity? "
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@duelmarks' Boothill mistaking a pregnancy test stick for a Covid test stick is canon
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@crimsonbesotted asked: “It’s curious, the knights of beauty did not involve themselves until now in this crisis.”
❝ 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 — ❞ The perpetual glow that follows Argenti springs to life once more, theatrics rising as he lowers himself onto one knee. ❝ How are we to involve ourselves in something we have not heard of? You and yours have kept the tribulations you're experiencing close to your hearts. ❞
There is almost visible shame in the way he bows his head, hand clenched in a fist against his chest. ❝ Had I heard of your trials earlier, I would have gladly offered my assistance. ❞ Then he's standing tall once more, verdant gaze bright and sweet and genuine.
❝ I can only hope that you will accept my help now, that it is not too late to involve myself. ❞
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aven takes up so much space in bed, brat is literally starfished on it!!! what a little bed hog, what a creature of comfort, he deserves it so much 😭
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It's not his fault that he's a curious knight! Don't mind him slipping a fry anyways, just for a taste — what's the worst that could happen?
ㅤㅤHe is hiding the fries dipped in oil because someone who definitely should not be consuming oil keeps trying to steal them whenever he is looking away.
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