#v001

[weltenwxndler-archive]

continued from here / @lightning-etc-lord

yingxing watched jingyuan with his weapon. he was good to leave this behind, and the fact that all borisins may be brought to their deaths with his own creations. he was satisfied with the knowledge he'd partake in the wars even long after he ceased to exist, but a part of warm arms reminded him that the time was not yet upon him. "i hope you don't, you fierce little lion. keep it close to you." little was a joke, jingyuan was almost a giant, but he was much like a lion. just as fierce and fast, but also as majestic with golden bright hues. jingyuan was indeed a very beautiful man, manly, grown up.

he was surprised for jingyuan to hide his face against his neck, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. if he wanted to indulge in this affection, then yingxing was more than happy to give it back to him. he was no stranger to wanting to feel a steady bond, to have a companion, maybe even a lover. someone to hold onto at night, to brush his hair, to whisper sweet nothings, to snuggle up to in cold nights, to kiss... and to love, without any sort of restrain. to let carnal greed reign.

"just as much as you are my treasure, jingyuan." he reached up to pat the man's unruly mane, soft flocks of white hair. "wield it well, defeat all your enemies and return to me. to us."

oh, right, he shouldn't let that greed and need show. he'd only make this pure radiant man unhappy.

[tunichtgxt-archive]

@astarab1aze / one assassin just for you.

his job was done, but his shoulder was halfway burned off and that shit hurt so bad, hunter had a very hard time finding his way out of the building. the lower floors were already burning and it was only a matter of time until the police and fire department were going to be depatched. it wasn't even his fault, but placing a bomb there for him to run into was just very bad planning. slightly for him, but mostly for all them to be blown up by their own bomb. the rest received a bullet through their head before he discarded and scattered parts of their clothes.

every step he took gradually started to feel slower and slower. when he heard the sirens closing in, hunter made his way over to the next building. he couldn't fully hide his burned shoulder, but managed to slip on some ragged shirt, a spare he had carried with him because hunter had meant to go to the gym right after. too bad his plans were smashed.

he dragged a finger over a bell, pressing it firmly, praying it was not going to be some loud grandmother or a young girl on her period---he could barely stand upright. he'd hate to have to kill any of them because they couldn't keep it down.

when the door opened, hunter leaned against the door frame, trying to act cool but when he caught sight of messy... bed hair? or maybe someone liked it all over the place... hunter had no time to judge. alright, not bad not bad.

"hi, handsome, you got a room?" he put on a sweet smile, but was ready to collapse any moment. today had been a really awful day.

[mamoritxi]

continued from here / @liplckd

"hey,  you  had  a  lot  of  fun  with  myungsoo  yesterday  and  i  don't  usually  feel  neglected  but...  you  do  smell  so  fine."  stumbling  into  this  room,  the  stench?  but  also  the  soft  and  resting  pheromones  of  an  omega  approaching  his  heat?  how  was  he  supposed  to  say  no  to  that?  myungsoo  already  got  his  turn,  sometimes  even  in  the  morning,  where  sungho  was  still  asleep.  he  usually  worked  till  late  into  the  night,  which  was  mostly  owed  to  the  fact  he  had  to  communicate  with  clients  from  other  parts  of  the  world.  hence  he  usually  only  joined  them  past  midnight  or  in  the  morning,  but  that  was  the  time  he  was  also  pretty  damn  tired.  he  might  as  well  have  a  part  of  their  cute  omega  right  now.

"did  ya  miss  him?  he's  always  terribly  busy  during  the  racing  season  which  i  honestly  don't  understand  all  that  much  about."  but  it  mean  for  myungsoo  to  leave  the  country  sometimes,  gladly  returning  a  few  days  or  a  week  later.  the  man  loved  to  tinker  on  cars  and  was  part  of  a  well  working  and  successful  pit  crew,  couldn't  fault  him  for  the  success  he  worked  so  hard  for.  "i  am  pretty  sure  he  would  enjoy  the  sight  of  you  getting  pounded  into."  he  knew  his  brother  would  not  be  angry  at  him.  myungsoo  was  nothing  but  a  softie  for  jae.  he'd  probably  loved  watching  him  bounce  on  the  younger  man's  cock.

"stop  thinking."  he  pressed  kisses  to  the  boy's  nape  and  shoulder,  eventually  boldly  bending  him  over,  having  jaesung  face  the  older  male  of  the  brothers  before  he  busied  himself,  pants  pulled  down  to  run  his  tongue  over  the  other's  rim,  spitting  on  the  soft  ring  muscles.  oh  well,  he  was  already  plenty  loose.  myungsoo  was  a  rather  thorough  lover,  wasn't  he?  he  couldn't  help  snickering,  but  pushed  his  tongue  into  the  omega  only  moments  later,  hands  grabbing  his  hips  to  hold  him  in  place.

jae  was  more  or  less  their  constant,  but  it  left  sungho  to  wonder  for  how  long  they  could  keep  such  a  free  spirit.  until  then,  he'd  enjoy  him,  he'd  push  his  tongue  in  and  out  of  that  needy  hole,  ever  deeper  and  faster,  lips  sucking  on  the  skin  around  his  entrance.  he  needed  to  taste  him  so  thoroughly  jae  would  be  nothing  but  a  mess  even  before  he  gave  him  what  he  wanted.

[resonette]

@killerhubby ↻ ♡  (  not accepting.  ) [   now playing . . .  ascensionism, sleep token.   ]

" a shame. " 

she steps over the corpse at her feet, the gun in her hand still radiating with some semblance of true identity, true power, true something. there is evidence in the huntress's eyes that she is not here for a fight, and that this is not a table where children can play at. when she notices that no heads in the room turn too intently or seem to change in any way, she wonders if anyone in this room actually liked the man she just killed dead on the floor, or if everyone here was all too interested in pawning off the death and the aftereffects of what would happen to the upstart's resources on some wayward huntress with a motive as big and complex as her deathwish. she moves from where she was standing towards the back of the room and takes a seat at the table - across the way from the man of the house, seated amongst others who were somewhere on the metaphorical foodchain of way above her yet way below him. the bloodstained soles of her shoes are blissfully stained red, giving the appearance of metaphorical louboutins. were she not on day three of no sleep, she might have found that disgusting.

but she's almost to a breakthrough. and the man she's looking at holds the key, the answer, and the code.

" i really would like to apologize on behalf of your houseguest, " seren speaks fluidly, most likely the first words beyond a polite greeting to anyone all night. " but i want to have it on the record that he pulled his gun on me first. i just happened to be the better shot. if no one else is going to take the time you allowed him to speak, mr. mirage, perhaps i might take the time? i'm happy to wait until everyone else is finished discussing business, of course. i've yet to even introduce myself, after all. "

[letzterzeuge-archive]

@phoenix-flamed•*⁀➷ REASSURANCE STARTERS | AVAILABLE

╰┈➤ ❝ [  “ you have me. you’ll always have me. “ -- For Joshua, if it's okay! ]  ❞

"father," the kid muttered excitedly, lips pressed into a super thin line. he turned back before grabbing the older male's hand, tugging at it. "can we watch clive today? he's having his sword training, right? i am pretty sure he can hold a candle to you by now!" joshua had always been unnaturally proud of his brother, but he watched how hard he worked and it inspired him, even though his own fragile health often stopped him from following his dreams and inspirations and often kept him away from his brother, mostly courtesy to his mother though. joshua would have enjoyed his brother's presence even in such moments.

"can we go, father, can we? you need to see him!"

[makoenergie-archive]

continued from here / @sacredflorist

it was easy to see how much aerith was enjoying the presence of the kids, probably curing her of her loneliness. there were lots of ladies around her age in the same sector, but she always appeared to be... awfully unique. not entirely a lady, given how easily aerith would get dirty along the kids, but certainly not a male. he often just saw her staring off into space, but maybe she was... not exactly just staring. biggs couldn't put it into words, but in a way - no matter how stupid it would sound - she was hearing things nobody else could. he'd often see her staring at flowers and even talking to them. maybe they responded to her.... which was nothing the mechanic could understand.

he was a teacher, he could fix machines, he could craft swords, he could handle a gun, heck, he could teach the kids simple mathematics or sciences, but he was not connected to nature in anyway. he had never seen more than the metal plate right above him.

he never asked her about any of those things. instead he simply did what a gentleman of his caliber would do: walk her home. this time, other times. he'd give her a hug, which within time turned into a simple kiss, a few stolen glances, making sure he was helpful. it felt natural. she was returning these feelings, right? though his were also some sort of pure fascination; aerith was just so different.

"it's hard to catch you alone. it's... with your mother or with the kids. it makes me quite jealous." biggs rubbed his chin before offering the lady a small smile, hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "and i have to leave you again... would it be bold of me to ask you to stay the night at mine? i know it's just a little dirty flat in sector 7, but... it's my humble home."

[zoeysandin]

“this heart beats for only you” ( @politestrange )

he knows how to make her shake & yield to him. more than any other person ever has & ever will ( if he has anything to say about it ). & unfortunately it’s completely against her will. it torments her how malleable he renders her, despite how evil he is. how she trembles, beside herself, under him with the way his hand snakes upwards to slot itself around her elongated throat as he holds her in place, thumb digging into her vocal chords.

how he forces her against her best efforts to melt under him & cling to him desperately as he breathes against her ear & tugs on her earlobe with his SHARP TEETH. condensation from his breath sticking to her cheek as his palm slides from her neck over the breast he’s claimed as his long ago — & back up to capture her throat once more.

just as wantonly, she hangs onto him, his cock filling her, owning her, in the most intoxicating way. splits her soft pleading cunt for him incessantly, completely soaked for him as she always is ( even the first time when he took stole her virginity ) / her legs draped over his shoulders & her head is thrown back as her inner thighs shake with how deep he’s going. the curve of her back inclining down, BEGGING to take him in further — to the hilt & more ( if she could ).

she wants to consume him. ERASE him. stop him.

but he won’t let her.

the way he’s soft & gentle ( he presses his abrasive lips to her thrumming pulse point ), but rough & demanding with the way he rolls them over now — her on top ; secures her firmly to his body with one lean but toned arm around the small of her back while the other grips her features in place.

she’s gasping at how he makes her body ache for him, bottom lip trembling as her hips buck down & her back arches. his own hips expertly move to drive his cock in deeper within her desperate hole, looking down the best she can to watch him disappear within her repeatedly. but he slaps her across the mouth — HARD — then clasps her throat again as she whimpers, finding his eyes once more. pay attention, she can hear it without him saying a word. she’s not supposed to look at anything other than his eyes. she repents for her sin silently.

the way he looks at her right now tears her soul in two. how the sternness in his eyes makes her want to ride him right, just the way he likes it. swerving her hips to serve him in the way he’s trained her to — but with a violence & vengeance that only ANGERS him more ; makes him whack her ass & tighten his grip on her throat to tug her down to lock their gaze closer.

her brows furrow apologetically as his intent gaze holds her own & the heat rushes with that red hot hue to her cheeks ( she wishes she could stop whimpering ) — her hips moving less mean since he’s reprimanded her for it nonverbally. doe-like now / she can’t handle it when his beautiful endless eyes shift lightly now as if in approval ( good girl ) & penetrate her soul like that. those wicked, possessive, yet always shockingly reverent eyes that grip her soul & tether her to him & him to her. his thumb traces her parted bottom lip & her lashes flutter to a close as she leans into his hold.

he’s quiet as she noses against his palm. she supposes her tenderness engenders him to speak.

“this heart beats only for you.”

her eyes flash back open with the shock of the sincerity & it stings because she can feel how TRUE it is. he says it so SOLEMNLY, in a barely there whisper that for a moment she struggles to believe its true. he’s glaring at her as she does, as if to challenge him or mock him for saying it. she’s on thin ice & she knows it. its a moment of severe vulnerability he’s never given her before.

“christian—” comes her soft hymn of disbelief. his blonde locks frame his angel set features.

he’s never said something so.. earnest. he just stares at her insistently, his hand starting to tense around her face, ready to punish her, almost out of habit but then—

“i love you—” escapes her lips before she can stop herself & he sits up immediately, clasping the back of her neck as he slows the rocking & upwards thrusts of her hips ( making her gasp ). deliberate in the way he guides her to take his cock inside her more agonizingly tempered. straddling him now in his lap, the tangle of the silk sheets around them as she mews weakly at the change of angle.

“say it again,” he’ll breathe the demand quietly ( maybe even innocently / brokenly? as if he doesn’t believe her? ) & she’ll relent — over & over again into his mouth. & he’ll pull her flush to him, chest to chest as the tides roll over.

because she does / heavens knows she does / & she’ll never even try to escape. as her arm hooks & wraps around his neck, her other hand gripping hard onto his platinum luscious hair. he buries his face in the solace of her neck. you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.

through the bedroom window, blue baptisias line the front lawn.

i’m yours. i’m yours. i’m yours.

( @politestrange / @daevilhorns )

[bellsplit]

` ❅ ||   @fallesto​.   »   (  FROM.  )

“  DON’T  BE  LIKE  THAT,   kyojuro~ ”

a grin full of fangs is offered from where the demon crouches in the open doorway,  the shattered glass of his eyes keenly fixed on his  prey.     yes,   prey ;    for even as enamored as he is,  akaza will never lose himself in that feeling,  never allow himself to be less than the demon that he’s become.     he’s a predator,  after all.     he’s  carnage  incarnate,   bared fangs in displays of violence & bloodshed,  shattered bones & torn flesh &  DESTRUCTIVE  DEATH.     he’s not about to become soft & pliable,  not even for the strikingly skilled hashira that had managed to escape death at his hand.

he won’t become kyojuro’s nurse,  feeding him meals in a delicate yukata.     NO.     that isn’t him.

... but it’s not outside of the realm of possibility for him to take a  human  lover.     he would be  far  from the first demon to do so,  after all ;    it’s only a matter of convincing kyojuro of  the  benefits  that come with it!

akaza stands & crosses the room so he can crouch at the flame pillar’s bedside.     he’s content for the time being to continue his nightly visits to the flame pillar :    someday ... someday things will change.     kyojuro can’t possibly choose to stay with the demon slayer corps that seems to have so carelessly shut him away ...

as if they’re ashamed of their loss.     what a notion.     how can kyojuro truly heal if he’s trapped in bed?     his wounds will,  yes  —  but what of his  mind?     they should be allowing him to exercise & spar to regain his strength!

“  you just don’t understand,  do you?  ”     the crescent moon queries,  leaning precariously into kyojuro’s space with a slow,  deliberate blink.     “  you & i are  BOUND  together,  kyojuro ... whether you want us to be or not.     wouldn’t it be easier for you to just  accept  it?     i can protect you,  your family,  this village ... if you only agree to be mine.  ”

[ofwrxth]

+ TEDDY / TYR / SUN PEAK / JAN. 23

Mason trudges ahead, a million thoughts running through his mind as he, Tyr and Teddy split to search some of the shops lining Sun Peak's main street. The ski town hadn't been abandoned all that long ago, and if they focus, he thinks they can find some diamonds in the rough. Well, if they weren't distracted. "Keep up, Teddy," he says, a bit of irritation coloring his tone as he adjusts the rifle strap on his shoulder. They can never be too careful, which is precisely why she shouldn't be here in the first place.

His surprise at finding her stowed away in the bed of the truck had quickly turned to frustration at her inability to listen to anyone. "I mean it, don't fall behind," he warns as they duck into an abandoned ski shop, Tyr picking up the back. The fact that she's here at all puts Mason on high alert, but he refocuses on the reason for this run in the first place. They needed supplies. "Let's find any tools like headlamps, things like gloves, any food. Grab one of the bags," he gestures at several on display, "and let's fill them." He instructs, taking charge since his uncle and Carlo had gone off to the other side of the street. @rviner

[wantsflight]

a caller arrives in the form of @theresastargirl

"ARE YOU NEW?" she doesn't believe she's seen her around, at least, not before this social season. something familiar about her, maybe in the way she seems uncomfortable to be parading around. eloise understands the depth of that feeling. "wait, i believe i've seen you. - you're a smith, correct?"

[noturnurse]

Starter for @lightburnsyou

The halls of the jedi temple are quiet for once, the golden glow of the midday sun streaming through the high windows seemingly making the carved walls shine. Leilani can't see it, but she can feel the warmth seep into the small spots of exposed skin and its nice, comfortable, and follows her as she walks the halls her arms filled with a couple scrolls.

She always seemed to know exactly where she was going, despite having only been at the temple for six years, something that often garnered praise from her jedi masters. She always had trouble explaining how she could feel the layout of the temple, the twists and turns whispered to her mind by the force, but it was apparently considered an impressive ability for a girl her age. She was ten after all, and soon she would be eleven.

As she stepped forward, an approaching aura brushed against her senses, and she picked up her pace, running up to her elder padawan.

❝ Uhm! Anakin wait-! ❞

Personally, the younger girl hadn't spoken to anakin more then twice in passing, but she knew that their master's were close and so maybe he might know what she didn't. Still, he was older then her, and talking to those older then her without master jayanti around was still a little nerve wracking.

❝ You wouldn't happen to have seen my master anywhere, would you? I uhm- I can't find her anywhere and I'm supposed to give her these scrolls- ❞

She lifted up the handful of scrolls in her arms, as if to demonstrate her conundrum.

[tunichtgxt-archive]

@welivetoserve / continued from here

"you're too kind, baby boy." sungho leaned down, placing a small kiss on the other boy's lip before looking around and swiftly leading his date over to his favourite ice cream cafe. "i do hope you enjoy ice cream... otherwise i'll have to take you to the hotel right away." horny was perhaps an understatement, but sungho had almost forgotten how to keep his desires under control. chihiro was too nice, he never pushed him off or away. he'd been having the most functional sex relationship he ever had in his life, many bonus points for how sweet and kind chihiro was. he'd be excellent boyfriend material.

he tugged on their intertwined hands. "i will buy you all the ice cream you can eat before i'll gladly eat you out all night." sungho chuckled softly. it was good to know his date looked forward to tonight as well.

[mamoritxi]

@galaxythixf   » ――  [  [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding + reverse  ]  ❈  non-verbal angst prompts.

"it's   nothing."   at   least   nothing   worth   mentioning.   he   tried   to   shield   sokka   and   got   himself   hurt   when   a   dagger   came   flying   unexpectedly.   luckily   it   only   grazed   his   arm,   but   that   was   nothing   zuko   wasn't   used   to.   he   had   gone   through   so   much   pain   in   his   life   that   a   scratch   like   this   could   hardly   be   compared   to   a   decade   of   turmoil   and   abandonment,   of   being   almost   burned   alive   by   your   father.   this   was   nothing,   especially   not   something   a   blind   girl   had   to   care   about.

"besides,   wouldn't   it   be   difficult   for   you   to   help   me   with   these   bandages?"   although   it   was   pretty   impossible   for   him   to   do   it   on   his   own   since   he   could   only   use   one   arm   to   take   care   of   the   other.   zuko   should   have   been   more   careful,   but...   protecting   his   friends   was   important.   he   liked   to   believe   that.

[resonette]

@zorkaya ↻ ♡   (  not accepting.  ) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .   ceilings , lizzy alpine.

several things are for certain, seren amphelos: you do not know this woman.

there is no memory as you look at her. well, that's a lie. there's the memory of the last job you were on in which this woman was involved. the way she was so calm in front of a wanderer, as if it wasn't a terrifying beast   ( your greatest fear )   and instead an overgrown sheepdog. there wasn't time then to ask about it then, but there's time to ask about it now. linkon city has eyes in all places, and seren amphelos is someone who is quickly making a name for herself: and then again, who could deny the jewel of linkon city anything other than less than the appropriate amount of attention  ?

she wants to bite her tongue, seren does, but she doesn't. not when the night is so dark and cool, and the stars are so beautiful. the deepspace tunnel glows in the distance, and it feels almost too picturesque, like there should be some kind of movie soundtrack playing. in the wake of the grief that follows the death of her grandmother and the man that has always been there for her, dark circles settle in under her eyes. someone , not naming names , but it starts with T and rhymes with cara , has already chastized her for a lack of care on her own part. the pain of not knowing, of wanting to know, of needing to know something - anything - to get ahead is evident all in her body.

this isn't how she wanted her next meeting with this woman to be like. 

" a long time no see, ma'am, " she smiles, nodding. how the mighty have fallen, in her sweatshirt and leggings. " i hope you're well. not staring any more wanderers down, are we? "

[magiicxs]

Debating on what type of animal i want Eliyra's demon in her dungeon lord au to present as. Im thinking a snake, but the visuals dont really make sense until its bigger, althougt some of my friends suggested a fox or a bird

[zoeysandin]

sometimes she just sits in a cheap folding chair on the porch of the seedy bar and thinks about her life, how far she’s come, where life has taken her, but most importantly right now — how she’s finally lodged a knife into christian’s throat. and it just happened like twenty minutes ago, give or take. the bones in her body hurt, she laments, as she drags in a slow inhalation of nicotine mixed with the good stuff, (a spliff, for those that are confused). leaning back against the rickety metal fence in her chair, she rests a heel on the metal railing in front of her surrounding of establishment. she wonders suddenly how lonely and mentally unwell someone would have to be in order to become like tyler durden. she shakes the thought away with a flick of her silk curtain of deep umber tresses. her focus shifts to examining her hands. blood lines the under crust of all the nails on her right hand, and the blood may also be slightly splattered across her face. she absently traces each nail, savors the blood she’s taken as her spoil of war now — his blood. then she takes another drag from her vice.

situation: she’s finally managed to murder her captor and escape after being captive for roughly three years.

open to all, 18+.