everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.
how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.
how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.
how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.
how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.
and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.
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did y'all know that Kix was part of Dooku's war chest and originally headed towards Serenno with the rest of it and the bad batch was so close to him without realizing or was that something i was supposed to find out at 1am while doing rabbit hole research for my fanfic
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UNICEF chief Catherine Russel announced they've lost contact with their colleagues in Gaza after the near-total communications blackout in the Strip
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That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?
I love/hate how sad he looks when he asks you this.
The confident mask slips as he wonders who exactly you'll be getting lost in because even he doesn't know who he is... and he thinks about all the poor wretches before you, lost in him before being lost to his master. He thinks about how you'll leave a piece of yourself and take a piece in exchange, just like every Sebastian before you. A small price to pay for the protection he thinks he has to buy. Once you figure out how empty he is, how used up and rotted, surely you won't want him anymore but by then he'll have gripped you by the heartstrings. Just like all the others, countless thousands before you. A simple plan. Business as usual. Right?
What is left of the man you were? What parts of you haven't been dragged away, piece by piece, with each soul pulled through you? Are there fragments that remember a father beaming with pride at his clever son? Would he still be proud, to see your sharp fangs snarling back at him? How much of your mother's gentle little boy is left beneath those hungry red eyes? Would she recognize you, bloodstained and hollow? Did your friends carry you to the morgue on the wooden stretcher you use as a bed? Who wrapped you in the blanket that you still cling to? Was it to shield your bruised cheeks from the cold earth as they said goodbye? Did a sister mourn her darling baby brother, were hers the first tears to water the flowers near your empty grave? Did she share your white curls? Or was she a golden sun to your silvery moon? What color were her eyes?
Who's memories am I haunting when I am lost in you?
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you cannot blame other people for your own inaction. you cannot complain on the dash about not having any interactions or threads when you've never replied to all the plotting messages, starters, or ask memes waiting for you in your inbox. i understand that the social aspect of rp can be paralyzing for many, and of course our lives irl take high precedent in terms of priority, so please don't mistake this as a demand for constant replies or a constant presence on the dash (that would be utterly unhealthy and completely unfair to expect from anyone; that's not at all what i'm talking about here).
instead, i'm talking about the times you are online and are here to write and have fun, and the times you are looking for new plots, new threads, and new dynamics. if other people have made contact, sent memes, wrote you starters, and all of these means of communication have gone unanswered... how can you grumble and moan on the dash about not having any interactions? reply to those ask memes. answer those plotting IMs. post a starter call. reblog memes. hunt for that old starter someone wrote you weeks ago and finally reply. if this is your hobby, and you want to have fun writing with other people, you can't let them do all the work. you need to contribute. you need to put in some effort, and the fun will follow.
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