#( in chara. )

[lightricks]

It’s with lordly indifference that their spar would end with Ren on his back while Dan Heng’s boot arrested the swordsman to the ground, the tension rising like dizzying steam despite the stoniness of the Trailblazer’s countenance. Yet, that tension is betrayed by the blatant drifting of his eyes over the swell of Ren’s chest, the way it heaved for breath. From the navel did Cloud-Piercer hover with exactness at each frog clasp, a careless flick snapping open the first, a second, to gradually exposing the bandaged, ashen skin beneath. Each clasp was cleaved in such a precise, careless fashion until the throat was left, falling open to expose the bob of Ren’s adam’s apple. The faint friction of speartip against exposed skin was its own song that followed the outline of his throat, jawbone, to his chin without breaking skin. 

Yet, as abruptly as it had begun, the weight of his foot lifted and the menace of his spear withdrew without a word, turning to leave with the faint air of victory and a tease left suspended in the air. (For ren kek)

@reversescale.

once, he’d believed each of dan heng’s callous advances had been a habit trickled down from his previous incarnation, but now it had become abundantly clear dan feng was not to blame for the sadistic streak that lay lying in wait behind each of the dragon's strikes. it had been made abundantly clear what the lancer used to torment his mental psyche had always been so much more effective than whatever physical pain he could inflict, ren just didn’t think that the trailblazer would stoop this low. because he had to know by this point, yes ? that the crazed obsession had been born of their sins, the curse connected their souls no matter how hard dan heng tried to sever it. he had softened that desire into something more palpable, but the lingering want would always be there.

i will want you for the rest of my lives.

unlike the brutality with which dan heng lured his bracers away, this torment felt more akin to leaving wine just out of reach. water would suffice, but couldn’t it be better ? could he not strive for things he did not deserve ? it was not fear in ren's eyes when pinned beneath a boot that could smash his sternum. it was awe. flecks of fire bloomed in his expression, bringing life to an otherwise deathly countenance. one arm raised to grip the ankle upon his chest, instinctive, as if he intended to keep dan heng there even if their only point of contact was steeped in violence. no matter, for he rewarded ren further, the trace of the beloved spear parting fabric like sensuous rolling silks. a rare flush marked the parts of ren’s body not already bruised and battered, splotchy blemishes contrast to the smooth even tint of skin flushed with desire.

the dragon feigned fairness, and even something akin to nobility, in front of other people, but ren knew beneath that was some compensation ; to alleviate a guilt that came with being born stifling his own ferocity, his anger, his bloodlust. to dangle their red thread in front of him so blatantly, to keep it out of reach, to play with his unyielding affections like a tiger with viscera shredded his heart again and again. this was a hurt that felt good, an unreciprocration that clouded what was left of his muddled brain, ‘til he could barely register dan heng pulling away, the glorious contact of steel on skin gone. he missed it. he wanted it. he wanted the way dan heng used to carve into his flesh because at least then they had been touching.

when he stood from the altercation on misaligned bones and broken bleeding skin, it wasn’t weariness that made standing difficult. it was the way his fingers trembled with longing, the way he yearned to keep those cold grey-green eyes on him. dan heng had always looked so beautiful seconds from killing him.

“ let’s not be obtuse. ” the shard sword materialised in his hand, but was sent back into the ether. “ are they testaments of your cruelty ? ” a smile then, all challenge and pointed teeth. “ - these frivolous flirtations of yours ? ”

[staringrole]

| @redvenante cont.

“ awh, c'mon, can't blame a girl for wanting to read up on her new boss. especially someone as infamous as the red hood. apparently you're like super dangerous. a murderer even ! ” she feigns shock with a hand clutching her chest and an overdramatic gasp. “ there you go again; flirting with me. ” the hood of her cloak has been pushed back to reveal a half covered face and perfectly slicked hair pulled into a ponytail. “ you're gonna have to do something about your little crush. ”

“ right. ” piercing white eyes roll at his macho grand standing, resisting the urge to laugh at the stereotypical response. “ feelings make you stupid, weak. blah blah blah. i've heard it all before from big, tough guys like you [...] the minute you catch feelings you're dead. ” the last bit is spoken in a gruff, deep mechanical voice. it was jason's own altered one.

[whorules]

" oh such a sweet girl , I think if you had been at more of these soirées and gathering they would have been more enjoyable. " // @rosefaint

[abundanced]

❝ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬. ❞ Lan tosses the torn limbs of Abundance Abominations to Yaoshi's feet. The Hunt then cross their arms over their vibrant chest, proud of their accomplishment in eliminating Yaoshi's monsters from the cosmos.

abundance is surprised to find the hunt in their domain , slow smile crawling across their face. lan is one of few entities yaoshi takes great care to avoid crossing. not because they fear the hunt , no , but because , loathe as though abundance may be to admit it , they enjoy the thrill of the chase at times.

❛ careful , reignbow arbiter. you bring me gifts so often , i may well begin to think you care for me. ❜

yaoshi speaks in jest , watching as lan tosses the limbs of their children , abominations they were so cruelly named , to their feet. the hunt peacocks somewhat , but abundance pays such showboating little mind. their gaze lands on the limbs of their children , kneeling to take dismembered parts closer now. one by one , arms & legs are scooped up , cradled to sanctus medicus' chest as they are reabsorbed , returned to the power from whence they came.

abundance mourns their children , of course , & their gaze is tinged with melancholy , sweet grief as the last part is returned to them. they stand to their full height now , six hands folded all around them.

this is , after all , part of their eras old game. now , it is simply abundance's turn.

❛ how thoughtful of you to return my children to me , archer. ❜

they step towards lan carefully , yaoshi's expression once more that slow , pitying smile. they stop just short , studying the hunt closely , as if abundance were the hunter & lan their prey.

❛ it's only fair that i return the favor. fret not , lan. i intend to return your kind gift in full. ❜

[isfcked]

❝ @vaultfrozen / NATE .

❝ Y’WAN’ THE COWBOY HAT ON OR off? ❞ he’s got his hand lingering over the thing, eyes wandering over the larger man with a smirk on his lips. they’ve been toying with each other for a while now, the cards in front of him a sign of losing ( or winning, pending on the person ). strip poker wasn’t something he’d played in a LONG time, but there were drinks and here he was. half-naked and harder than he should be. ❝ y’won… what d’ya wan’ from me? don’ go’ much these days, mind. ❞

[avernusblade]

@weaverots. / from here.

ONE WOULD THINK WYLL RAVENGARD USED TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS , having grown up the son of the duke. but quite honestly , & perhaps quite TERRIBLY , he'd never grown used to the PERFORMANCE of it all , the part of the LOYAL SON , the HERO he was expected to play. & the blade of frontiers is more than AMICABLE to the company of a goblet of WINE & a FRIEND moreso than the crowd.

at least among GALE'S company , wyll could be HIMSELF.

❛ well said , my friend , & all too true. ❜

the blade of frontiers gives a MIRTHLESS laugh , a single BEAT as the wine swirls in his own cup , sipping THOUGHTFULLY . wyll can sense the DEFENSIVENESS the wizard bites back too clearly ; he feels himself more than not. to say a BETTER STORY implied REGRET , not that the blade didn't have his fair share of that.

❛ would that i could rewrite certain aspects of my tale , having the knowledge & experience to know the outcome. ❜

another SIP taken from his glass , & wyll gives a WARM smile.

❛ perhaps i'd have made us friends far sooner. ❜

[thousandseal]

*grins* ♥

" if I find out you're up to something, acting all sweet won't get you out of trouble, got it ? "

[sukifoof-art]

happy 9th anniversary undertale!!!

[100thseal]

"Do you believe in fate?" / i offer my naruto oc yumerei ( sorry i am super late to sending )

She stops mid-lift of her cup at the posed question, placing it back down as she confused her answer. Fate ? Did she believe in it? Was it something she’d ever care to even think about outside those low, dark moments. Those moments she tried to justify all her pain, her sorrow, it's all fate. “ Maybe . . . it’s hard to say. I just don't like thinking I can’t change something.” There’s a strain to her voice, deciding at that moment if they were gonna keep on this line of topic, she’d definitely be needing more to drink as she finishes the one in hand. Placing the empty glass down heavy before sending the question back at the other woman. 

“ Do you? Doesn’t it just seem sad, it’s depressing thinking some things gonna happen no matter what you do?”

prompt —@daelete

[jazbell]

i think about the hoo boy hot dog post every single day of my life

[sillyzlaurr]

Sillies

[jennifercheck]

@klaeus, * take a bite.

[𝙰] milestone achieved, that lonesome feeling creeping on her shoulders comes to a halt. [every meal is a sin — *waiting to be healed, waiting to be heard, waiting to repent. She didn't mean to find bliss in the remnants of flesh stuck between her pearls, in fact... IT WAS MEANT TO BE A ROCK SHOW. A vow made to make the most of high school, now the final nail in her "comfy" new coffin.

Crickets chirp, the midnight air has its own tinge of atmos', a blanket of suffocation to a naked eye. In the midst of gifting a smile, a trail of drool follows, — *before she realises her grave mistake.

❛❛ Now, why the fuck would I do that? ❜❜ Not so cordial anymore, desperate for attention yet for all the wrong reasons. *i don't wish to be seen, nor known] — ONLY TO BE SOLVED. She will never admit it, this strange contortion of her identity, that underbelly that craves a little something more metallic, more uɐɯnɥ(!) PEARLS ARE FLASHED; she knows he is not what he seems, & neither is she. ❛❛ [𝕳]ave you been following me? Watching me, . . . without me knowing? That's real naughty of you. ❜❜ (Bites her tongue in a quiet plea of shame, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

❛❛ [𝙸]f it's a show you're looking for, all you have to do is ask politely. ❜❜

[featherspiral]

🕯sneaking suspicion he doesn't like this plan anymore..

I might finish this one day but whateva im playing with brushes

[ratsoupee]

The greatest conundrum of the underground

[abundanced]

the abundance knows all too well when they encounter one of their own. it's faint beneath the weight of nanook's gaze upon him , but yaoshi can sense the familiarity of their own blessing , perhaps from long ago ??

no , the abundance would've remembered a man like him , an aura like that of death surrounding him. it almost scares them , or something akin to it , the weight of his presence making abundance take notice of him.

their eyes trail @kanxing as he walks past , weighing the situation internally. the decision is all but made when yaoshi speaks , a name rolling off their lips that they haven't spoken in ages.

❛ ... shuhu ... ❜