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should i maybe revive this blog? y/n?

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i’m alive i swear

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I THINK THAT GOD IS GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME TWICE.

( formerly excineris | promo credit )

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zhartha·:

Inquisitive. 

The tilt of his head, acknowledgement by quivered lip and thick fluttered lashes, where eyes peak open upon Akande’s suggestion to rest, and such piercing blues are a striking oddity, a near argument, to keep their boyish game of kissing continuing. Such behavior was not uncommon of the monk, to be scolded for the lack of care he displayed for himself was a near chore for his Master Mondatta to do. If it were not him to remind Zenyatta with every breath that he was ‘ weaker ‘ , ‘ vulnerable ‘ , and far more ‘ injury prone ‘ than any other Tekartha, though they were the only two, then who would be the burden on the young mans shoulders? 

He’d sit stilled, fingers dig gently into Akande’s knee before acceptance settled itself in by drooping shoulders and a tug at the corner of his lips, accompanied by the swipe of his tongue along the bottom of his lips. “Perhaps I should rest…”  He liked kissing men. He hadn’t kissed a lot. He loved kissing Akande, every other kiss before seemed … bleak, tasteless. “I would hate for Mondatta to think you have caused me harm. He will already be quite upset to know I won’t return to the monastery.” 

Settled back into the hospital bed, his eyes would close, terribly content with the way the night had turned. Painful as the night had been, when fear had gripped his heart, and  each breath was made in desperation for the next, the hours he had spent dancing, and the presence of Akande had been worth it. Perhaps, he’d even do it again, even if he knew the night would not end perfectly imperfect. 

“… This night has been extraordinary. You have made it extraordinary.”

HE HATES TO SEE Zenyatta slump his shoulders; golden eyes turn sympathetic at the sight, as Akande himself does not really want to end their night yet. It’s unfortunate that it had to come to a close like this, with the monk injured and resting in a hospital. It isn’t ideal, but it is the reality they face, and it must be handled appropriately. Sadly, that means parting ways so Zenyatta can recuperate regardless of their desires.

He would imagine Mondatta will be quite upset, indeed. He would hardly be surprised to be accused of brainwashing the young Tekhartha, but he holds no real concern, because there is so little a monastery could or would do against him. Either way, Zenyatta has made his choice, and it is not for either Akande or Mondatta to say whether it is right or wrong.

A breath slowly escapes through Akande’s nose as he rises to his feet. ❝ I’m glad to know that I have. I’ve enjoyed my time with you, Zenyatta, and I intend to see you again in the morning. ❞ With that, he leans down, capturing the younger man’s lips with his own one last time for the night. He wants to remember the way kissing him feels, though it likely won’t be long before it happens again. ❝ Sleep well. ❞

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                               ✧･ﾟ:* TO HEAL IS THE HIGHEST CALLING. ✧･ﾟ:* x

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wow haha i was gone from here almost a month. wh o o p s, anyway who wants to ship

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[ SMS : 20:58 ] I believe you must be exaggerating. Waiting on my responses must be such torment for you to feel as though it takes so long.  [ SMS : 20:59 ] I do, however, take some time to choose my words wisely. I wouldn’t want to say the wrong thing to someone I hold in high regard. In that way, maybe it is special treatment and you should be flattered.

                                                                                                           @dfist ( x )

               [ to : ogundimu | 20.49 ] — do indulge me.                 [ to : ogundimu | 20.51 ] — i simply recall watching you type                                                              for minutes on end, to simply receive                                                              a couple of curt sentences. are you                                                              choosing your words this carefully ?                                                               is it a special treatment i am receiving ?                [ to : ogundimu | 20.53 ] — i might be flattered.

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zhartha·:

To think he would turn himself, in a sense, inside out as offering to a man he knew to be … less than desirable towards peers; how hypocritical, a thought to scratch at the back of his mind as they kissed. His fingers, itching to do something other than squeeze into Akande’s shoulder, twitched with a nervousness unbecoming of cleverly crafted composure he’d been raised to follow; Zenyatta shifted closer, a hand raised and palm pressed against Akande’s chest, fingers drumming along in methodical pattern — tap, tap, tap — a little symphony to ground himself as the second kiss ushered him into a fog of bliss. 

“Akande,” softly moaned, a tilted head to show his neck, an invitation for countless fantasies that couldn’t quite be filled in a hospital. Religious as he was, a face nonetheless, he’d held himself wild and untamed; softened, understanding by the very natures that had raised him, but detached from clergymen burdens. 

How foolish he’d be, to turn a cheek when a man as brilliant as Akande sat before him ( — toned muscles and beautifully crafted strength didn’t help dispel appeal ).

Pulled back every slight, where he’d lean into the cupping hand, near purring at the gentle swipe of his thumb; mouth agape, dumbfounded, having lost his thought between the kissing and the vulnerability. Eyes would flutter open, a reluctance to be greeted by the sharp buzz of hospital lights, preferring the picture he had painted of them behind eyelids. “I am certain there are plenty who would … lightly suggest to my Master that you’ve stolen me tonight.” With a soft hum, another moment to adjust himself as lips pressed along Akande’s jawline, fingers drumming his heartbeat.  “— But I am more than happy to have made this decision. I would never forgive myself if I turned away from you.”

STRANGE TO HAVE allowed himself to develop a fondness for any individual; stranger still for that individual to be none other than a Shambali monk. Not often does Akande surprise himself, but he has done just that tonight. He finds himself now in a position he could not have predicted earlier on in the day; he could dwell all night on how unusual all of this is, but he would rather spend his time in the present, focused on the other man -- his lips, parted and wanting, his eyes, so captivating and piercing. He has noticed, of course, the tilt of Zenyatta’s head, the desire ( whether subconscious or conscious ) to tread further still, but he chooses to pretend, for now, that he knows nothing of it.

A smile graces full lips, and he leans ever so slightly into the kiss pressed to his jaw. ❝ Let them say what they will. Some of the best things arise from conflict -- perhaps we will be one of those things, ❞ he remarks as he slides his fingers to the nape of Zenyatta’s neck. ❝ You know as well as I do that the world will be against us. ❞ He knows all too well that his path in life is not one he can so easily walk with another, let alone a man such as Zenyatta. He knows what difficulties await them, yet he is willing to take the challenge. Perhaps they will find a way to coexist, or perhaps their paths will diverge further on down the line and their time together will end in heartbreak. Either way, Akande would be foolish not to spend what time he can with Zenyatta.

❝ Perhaps you should rest for now, ❞ he suggests, though he makes no move to push the man away from himself. Were it up to him, he would scoop Zenyatta up in his arms and take him away from this place, but he knows better than to take an injured man from proper care. While he has his own facilities that can do just as well if not better, the transit may be too much for Zenyatta at the moment. ❝ I would hate to have you injure yourself further. ❞

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crawls out of my grave hi it’s the last day of spring break and i’m here to try to write

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Smut Prompts

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…

First - Our muses having their first time

Mouth - One of our muses going down on the other

In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other

Behind - Our muses having anal sex

Scratch - Our muses having rough sex

Voice - Our muses having phone sex

Pony - One muse riding the other

Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm

Toys - One muse uses sex toys on the other

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

Play - Our muses roleplay in the bedroom

Video - Our muses watch pornography together

Speed - Our muses have a quickie

Blind - One muse blindfolds the other for sex

Worship - One muse worships the others body during sex

Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

Perform - One muse watching the other masturbate for them

Watch - One muse putting on a show for their voyeur partner

Alone - One muse masturbating to the thought of the other

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

Risky - Our muses having sex without protection

Motor - Our muses having sex in a car

Check-In- Our muses having sex in a hotel

Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together

Nature - Our muses having sex outside

Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship

Sorry - Our muses having sex after an argument

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time

Rub - Our muses take part in frottage/friction play

Slap - One muse spanks the other

Partition - One muse puts on their best lingerie to seduce the other

Passing - Our muses have a one night stand

Domestic - Our muses have a sensual night as a married couple

Honeymoon - Our muses have sex as newlyweds

Celebrate - Our muses have sex on a holiday

Caught - Our muse get caught having sex by a third party

Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)

Coffee - Our muses have sex in the morning

Private - Our muses have sex in a closet

Math - Our muses have sex in the 69 position

Beast - One muse roleplays a pet or animal for the other

Veins - Our muses indulge in bloodplay

Create - Our muses have sex with the intent to conceive

Flowering - Our muses have sex while one is pregnant

Gasp - Our muses introduce breathplay to their bedroom

Lock - One muse uses a chastity device on the other

Whisper - One muse dirty talks the other

Liquor - Our muses try to have sex while smashed on alcohol

Influence - Our muses decide to try something  they read about/saw in a movie

Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionism

Warning - Our muses try some more dangerous sex

Silent - One muse gags the other

Past - Our muses have sex in a historical AU

Shame - One muse humiliates the other as part of a sex game

Doctor - One muse takes on the role of a medical professional for roleplay

Reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror

Greed - Our muses have especially decadent or hedonistic sex

Strap - One muse pegs the other

Throne - One muse sits on the other’s face

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Feel - Our muses engage in sensation play

Soldier - Our muses play with a military/uniform kink

Holy - One muse belongs to a religious order, and the other seduces them out of celibacy.

Survival - Our muses have ‘glad-to-be-alive’ sex after a battle/cataclysm

Finale - Our muses have a final fling before a major battle/cataclysm

Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner

Goodbye - Our muses have one last night before breaking up/leaving each other

Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other

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✮ = stargazing .

reaction || accepting || stargazing

”Have you seen the stars from the mountains, my love? I would love to show them to you.”

Though not an impossibility, the idea was reminiscent of a hopeful, burning little ember – their time together grew more infrequent, they stowed away in the night after parties, they spared glances towards one another in the briefest moments of pleasantries; there were few things to be done about such a heart breaker, fewer that they wanted. It felt that sacrifice would be an omission; sacrifice was a cruelty neither would lay on the other. Busted lips, flower bloomed bruises, such things could heal with time, but to abandon all for love? The thought would hover, as a nagging insect may, and do nothing but bother until their untimely death. Still, he would have loved to take Akande to the monastery, as uncertain of his personal welcoming he may have been. There was a piece of Zenyatta, close to his heart, that knew his Brothers and Sisters would welcome not only the Tekhartha back, but Zenyatta too. His crimes were not crimes, they were forgivable, understandable. 

“They are … bright there. It seemed at night the only lights to be found were those stars.” 

A hand placed along Akande’s chest, he’d grown accustomed to settling in his lap and curling closer; there was safety there, along with familiarity, to have an arm wrap around his waist and shield him. It was if Akande hide him from any passerby, though Zenyatta doubted anyone would come so far out seeking either of them. He came there often to meditate, a forgotten bench in a sort of grove, surrounded on all sides by trees, but a clearing left to stare at the stars. 

“… And even the worst blizzards could not blot them out completely. Often times, during these blizzards, I would leave the monastery, much to the vexation of Mondatta — ” Soured the name, rarely spoken, trusted Akande. “ — I relished the time to think. Though the storm was often isolating and suffocating, I would catch a glimpse of the stars and feel … safe. Cold and irresponsible, but safe.” 

Akande had his head tilted back, urged to look by wistful story and isolation, and Zenyatta found himself staring at him. He was handsome, even in the darkness Zenyatta could see how exhaustion pulled at him, and he loved him. 

“Dearest … “

He would bring a hand up, thumb and forefinger used to cup Akande’s chin in order to guide his attention toward the man in his lap, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips. 

“I love you.” 

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dfist if ur still doing the thing. roast me

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: I am a BIG fan of Doomfist, the one and only Mr. Akande, and I’ve often talked about how similar Zenyatta and Akande’s world views are ( even if in-game interactions tend to not be pleasant :/ smh ) ; but also he’s just a very interesting character? Like, WOW, I’m really glad he exists — and honestly I can go on for days about how he is my favorite character and how I wanna kiss him ;0;How they play them: Literally the only Akande I can see myself rping with ‘cause the dynamic we’ve made between Zenyatta and Akande is just so … integral to my character ?? When I think of Akande I think of your Akande and everything you’ve even written that I’ve read or what you’ve told me and it’s just ?? Good ?? Great ?? Michael Chu hire you??The Mun: Literally love you, you’re such a joy to see around tbh ?? On excineris or dfist or discord ?? ( I’m sorry you put up with my shit post but i will not apologize for the Doomfist Dab:tm: )  And it’s just a joy to know that you’re around and just! I’m going to repeat myself x8 because I’m incredibly proud of anything you do, whether it’s an rp thread or just a little update on your life and things be doing gucci ! 

Do I:

RP with them: yessWant to RP with them: yes more please

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

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looks at my nonexistent watch waiting for those baptiste blogs

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( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine

( pester the big man / accepting / @sixbled )

[ SMS : 21:36 ] How did you manage to lose your shoes?[ SMS : 21:36 ] I’ll send someone to get you, but don’t expect any shoes. I don’t care to hunt for shoes in your room.[ SMS : 21:37 ] You really shouldn’t go out drinking by yourself if this is how it will go.

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( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

( pester the big man / accepting / @crrypt )

[ SMS : 20:46 ] Because I am very busy most of the time. Wars don’t start themselves, you know. When you need something immediately, it’s best to call.[ SMS : 20:47 ] Or were you simply hoping to chat? I suppose I could take some time to indulge you.

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( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!

( pester the big man / accepting / @chronal-anomaly )

[ SMS : 19:03 ] Sorry, who is this?[ SMS : 19:12 ] Kidding, I do know who you are, and I do know how much you hate me. I find it rather endearing. Thank you for the reminder.