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[charlotte-liddel]

"I want to challenge an angel to a rock battle. I don't want to deal with any bureaucratic forms for it though." Charlotte is tuning her nebula filled electric guitar while sitting on a cloud overlooking the Heaven's gates as she pouts, kicking her legs over the edge to a little rhythm.

She's not bothering to hide her draconic features under a human guise at the moment either.

[spydcddya]

❝    there.    that  should  hold  until  we  get  more  help. ❞    contentment  as  he  brushes  back  wet  bangs,  plastered  sloppily  against  his  forehead.    he's  temporarily  put  a  BAND-AID  ON  A  PLUMBING  INCIDENT  to  avoid  flooding,    but  his  only  good  shirt  is now  soaked  through.    

[0fconquest]

" mortals wage wars, gods wage wars, to believe ourselves above a violence seemingly burnt into our existence is particularly odd, no ? " hands collapse behind back, aloof nature is missing in the steady set of his jaw. " if it is grand conflict they seek in response, i ask only that i may demonstrate such. " with or without blessing, really.

open, mutuals only.

[kainere]

the  woman  in  the  pink  dress  made  her  way  across  the  plains,  a  cart  full  of  delicate  blooms  varying  in  size,  shape  and  color.  of  a  like  many  had  never  seen  before.  kainé  looked  on  with  a  sense  of  awe,  grateful  for  the  the  sun  which  shone  radiantly  over  the  hills,  keeping  any  shade  from  interrupting  the  woman's  journey.  the  feeling  of  wonder,  however,  was  quickly  overcome  by  a  sense  of  bitterness  as  she  saw  the  woman  drawing  closer  to  the  path  to  the  aerie.  𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙  𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛  𝑖𝑡,  kainé  thought,  a  frown  etching  itself  deeper  upon  her  features.  then,  to  her  own  surprise,  she  found  herself  calling  out  to  the  woman. 

❛  𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.   ❜  she  said.  her  face,  which  was  growing  red  is  quickly  turned  from  sight.  ❛  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜...  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.  ❜ / @onegil  

[evasarcana]

Anonymous asked:

"Did you think this was going to be some happily ever after fairy tale?"

Violent and Dark Starters 

“Cause everyone thinks I’m Pollyanna, right?” Eva muttered, drily. If only they knew, she thought, but she didn’t have to explain herself to anyone. She gave them a hard stare and walked away.

[grounded-sparrow]

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[aracniido]

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‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’

     HE KNEW HE WAS BEING FOLLOWED. his senses had picked them up about a block back, but he couldn’t get a glimpse of who, exactly, was tailing him in the city crowds. all he could say was that he knew someone was. but, more importantly, he also knew the person who had come to help him out. well --- sort of.

     MILES DIDN’T KNOW HIM, BUT SPIDER-MAN DID. he’d slipped the hero lunch a few times from one of his favorite chinese food spots. miles was pretty sure he was like him --- not in a spider way, but in a powers way --- but he couldn’t prove that yet. he should have been worried about other things ( this was pretty coincidental. how’d he know the person was following him? &, oh damn it, was he wearing the same shoes he’d been wearing when he swung by for lunch yesterday? ) but, instead, he was just happy to see a face that he already knew was friendly.

    ❛ hey, man! what’s up? ❜    

    LUCKILY THERE WASN’T A LOT OF PRETENDING ON MILES’ END. it came off as genuine because it was genuine --- two friends greeting each other on the street, at least on his end. he shifted slightly to the side to give warren space on the sidewalk. it was only once they were settled that he lowered his voice to ensure no one else would hear them.

   ❛ thank you.❜    

[inky-anemone]

"I wonder how many potted cacti is an excessive amount...I feel like causing a certain someone a huge hassle." Anemone is definitely plotting something, tapping away at her phone.

[sherunsfaster]

❝ finally someone else that understands. people are quick to love the peppy ones but i'm willing to bet they throw all that sunshine and rainbows on top to hide the darkness and misery underneath. why not be upfront about it? ❞    

"Mn. They're always smiling, too. What the fuck is there to be so happy about that early in the morning? You'd think they'd shit sunshine and piss rainbows."

[charlotte-liddel]

"...Well, ma'am, since you asked... I have had my fair share of experiencing love. I've learned a few things over the years too. The worst has been learning for myself if anyone ever wants to speed run a relationship into ruin with me they only have to say two specific words in a statement to kill any romantic feelings I might have had left for them..."

"...I want to try an Open Relationship."

Charlotte sets down a teacup on the table, speaking to a curious elderly woman. She was willing to talk about this with some when her café was this empty at this hour. Better to speak about such topics with the quiet customers of the evening who had far more respect than the more rowdy kids during the day.

Entertaining patrons conversations was second nature in this business, and this woman was keen on speaking about young love after spotting a couple enjoying a nice dinner in the private booth on the other side of the café. Since the woman was alone too, she decided to be a more attentive hostess in carrying her conversation with her. It also helped to pass the time for the evening.

As the customer questioned what she meant, she spun the serving platter in her hands to rest it against her chest. It wasn't hard for her to share her opinion on this, given her first hand experience of someone saying those words to her. It scarred her heart deeply, and left her guarded to anyone who approached her that was interested first.

It also left the words she wanted to say about it like biting daggers if she wasn't careful.

Eyeing the door for a moment, watching the shadows pass by outside, she looks back to the elderly woman while offering a small smile before she speaks carefully chosen words, "I've had it happen before. Had someone I gave my heart to just turn around and say those words to me while showing me his new fiancé."

"...Only reason I found out that they were his fiancé, and a shotgun one no less, was because that stranger ran their mouth about it. It became pretty obvious my ex wanted to keep me around as a side piece and take advantage of me. Even if the fiancé was nice to me, cordial even, what they were presenting me with wasn't something I ever wanted." Charlotte let out another sigh as she moved her wrist to clear a table with her magic behind her while the elderly woman was cleaning her glasses. She didn't want to spook the kindly patron with the sight since she was still new to the café.

As the elderly woman put back on her glasses, giving her condolences, Charlotte gently stopped her with a soft touch to the woman's aged hand. She'd already heard enough sentiments from others about the experience, and appreciated every one. It didn't hurt like a raw wound anymore, but she accepted the painful scar of it would always remain.

"I'm alright, ma'am, really. It was years ago now and I've left that fool behind. I won't lie and say that it doesn't sting sometimes when I remember it. How worthless it made me feel to him because it became clear I suddenly wasn't enough for him. That he didn't love me, care for me, the way I did for him. But it also showed me the truth about who he was. What sort of man he was, and it wasn't someone that would ever be happy no matter who or how many loved him."

What she held back on was speaking of how that spouse he took made their marriage polygamous with another woman that they were already involved with while getting involved with her ex. The strain it caused as then her ex wasn't at the centre of being loved by the partners anymore, but now his new spouse. She saw at a distance how her ex vied for more attention as the new wife didn't really have eyes for him. How the relationship became a competition of affection once her narcissist of an ex wasn't at the centre of receiving adoration. How two narcissists in that relationship strained everything.

Two of them wanted to be at the centre, but her ex lost her being involved and couldn't get what he wanted. She wasn't going to be there for someone else's selfish satisfaction of being more worshipped than truly giving another person their love. Her choice helped to reveal that blaring flaw of what she knew to her was a false romance. To reveal the trap to feed narcissists egos that it truly was.

The truly relieving fact was she didn't need to, as she saw that glimmer of understanding in the elderly woman's eyes at her words. It was enough to let Charlotte know that she understood too well in some manner what she shared. That her years made for that sage wisdom that she enjoyed so dearly from the older folks.

As she listened to the woman ramble to her about how foolish her ex was, she smiled. Those words reminded her of how she saw that farce of a relationship fall into ruin as it couldn't sustain the greedy egos of two narcissists both wanting to be in the centre of the affection. How there wasn't actual love or adoration from them to one another, creating a black hole between them that all too quickly destroyed everything they tried to greedily have.

They both wanted to be at the centre of the others universe and that clashed violently.

"...Believe me, I know. Things fell rightly apart for them. Explosively. Permanently. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't satisfying to watch as they finally stopped trying to hang around near me. It helped in a way for me to get over it. Though it doesn't men I didn't see others with roaming eyes years later, even recently, who thought I could somehow be an addition to their harem." Charlotte lets out a sardonic chuckle at the thought.

"It's like an odd blight. Seeing people who want to be the centre of someone else's universe, of multiple peoples universes in affection, to try and satisfy their own ego. That their attention, their affection, is conditional to each partner they take on. If any one partner is too enthusiastic when receiving their attention isn't doing it at a convenient time for the narcissist in the centre they ignore them. If they want to maximize their time management of their harem, they try to get some on board to have a time share of two or more spending the same time with that narcissist. Hell, the recent one was rather aggressive when rebuked by me." She stops herself, letting out a short chuckle, "Sorry for going a bit off there."

The elderly woman smiles and waves away her worries, assuring her it's fine as she's glad to have the cafe owners company while she enjoyed her tea. Her gentle sentiments of hoping Charlotte didn't encounter another person sizing her up like something to be collected that way were warming to the heart. It felt like the first bit of sane conversation she'd heard from anyone about this rise in narcissism masquerading as a sexual identity in the world lately.

She knew in other worlds, with beings that were further removed from humans, this thing they called Polyamory could and did work. She'd seen it here and there when it wasn't simply on a modern earth with humans. The humans she came across just weren't really made to be able to emotionally handle the strain of such a relationship.

It strained their psyche's and human history often showed the reflection of what having multiple women to one man or multiple men to one woman did. The nations it toppled from the inside because there was a constant fight to be at the top of the man or woman in the middle that was the narcissist holding the power. The devastation it wrought on the confidence of those that found themselves at the bottom of every list of priorities to the one they adored. It's why she saw her experiences of it as a blight.

Every personal encounter Charlotte had with this polyamory in the worlds where there was someone who wanted her to join their growing collection revealed only selfish narcissists. People driven to have their egos fed by people throwing themselves down to give them love they don't return because they want to be in control. They want to receive unconditional love from people they can use.

Any world she saw where Polyamory functioned in that reality the way people believed it would in theory in the worlds where it didn't, she didn't want to disrupt too much. Those places had something working that she saw broken everywhere else, and she didn't dare want to ruin that for those places. Upsetting those realities balances would ripple to the ones that were the mirror to them, destroying them both. Something she'd already seen once and didn't want to have repeat.

Waving her hand apologetically for the elderly woman when she noticed she left a long silence between them, she watched the woman give her a smile. With a little nod, she gave a smile back, "Sorry, my mind went a million miles away there for a moment. Would you like me to bring you anything else? It is getting late, and as much as I'd love to talk until dawn, that wouldn't be healthy."

She wanted to make sure she got this lovely woman on her way before it was too late. The conversation they shared was somewhat releasing for Charlotte. Something she needed to share and hear.

[spydcddya]

he  fell  for  it.    the  trap  of  the  ages  that  loid  thought  he'd  slipped  away  from,  inquiring  minds who  didn't  know  that  SINGLE  didn't  mean  miserable    &    alone.    a  group  brunch with colleagues  was  in  fact  a  ploy  to  lure  him  here.    their  NEWEST  CATCH  AT  THE  TOWN'S  KISSING  BOOTH.    &    all in  the  spirit  of  ROMANCE.    no  warning,    just  a  blindfolded  man  with  his  dignity  barely  hanging  on.    being  the  center  of  attention  was  threatening.    being  on  the  other  end  of  a  one-sided  kiss    ??      death  defying.    ❝ s-  sumimasen. ❞    he  mutters  in  exchange  for  forgiveness.

[evasarcana]

late nights

anon asked: “There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready for it,” Eva answered, with some trepidation. “It may sound a little weird, but I kind of like where I am right now, even if there’s a few things that I could change?” she shrugged. "I don’t want more, just contentment, I suppose, just like anybody else out there.”

[marvelmusing]

Ignite

Pairing: Dark!Alpha!Darklina x Fem!Omega!Reader

Summary: Aleksander and Alina return home from a date to find you on their couch, almost completely spaced out as your heat begins. But you’re on suppressants - aren’t you?

Warnings [18+]: a/b/o dynamics, dark!alina & dark!aleksander, manipulation, suppressants tampering, reader is starting her heat, mentions of smut and mating.

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“Honey?”

Aleksander takes your chin between his fingers gently, guiding your head up so that he can observe your unfocused gaze. There’s a soft pressure against your temples, as if your brain is being compressed slowly, making your mind hazy around the edges.

The seat of the couch shifts beneath you, dipping as Alina sits down by your side. There’s a prickling sensation running over your skin, like the gentle caress of a flame flickering. A bead of sweat rolls down the length of your thigh and you shiver.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?” she asks softly, stroking your cheek.

They both look as incredible as they did before they left for dinner this evening. Aleksander in a dark grey suit and Alina in a black dress that hugs her every curve. Just one look at them makes your mouth water.

Aching for the cool press of their leather couch against your cheek, you had draped yourself here in their living room for an undeterminable amount of time. How long have you been sitting here? They had only been gone for around an hour when you had finished your shower.

She smells sweet and you swallow hard at the thought of tasting her. The weight of her dark eyes on your body feels like a confident touch over your skin, as she stares at the disheveled state of your clothing. She tilts her head aside, her fingers playing with the loosened drawstrings of your sweatpants.

“Did you touch yourself, sweetheart?”

Her words send your thoughts spiralling down into nothingness, like a whirlpool of water swirling into a drain, as you nod weakly. The pleasure of an orgasm had granted you a limited amount of reprise, leaving you more shaky than satisfied.

“Thought it would make my head feel better… but now it’s all fuzzy.”

She hums knowingly, squishing your cheeks together between her fingers. Such a demeaning action would usually make you bashful, but you’re almost drooling at the casual dominance of her hold on you. Alina and Aleksander share a hungry look.

“Poor little omega,” he coos. “You’re going into heat.”

Shaking your head, you begin to mumble quietly, stumbling over your words as you struggle to focus on speaking through the hazy fog clouding over your mind.

“Can’t be… I’m on… suppressants.”

Alina hums quietly, smoothing her hand gently over your head, tucking you into her body so that your cheek presses against her breasts. Subconsciously, you nuzzle closer to seek more of that wonderful feeling as your skin meets hers.

“Awful things,” she muses in a low voice. “It’s not natural to deny your instincts.”

Thinking is so difficult now.

“What?”

Aleksander grips a fistful of your hair and you melt against Alina’s body, slumping down to kneel on the floor between her thighs. The scent of her cunt sharpens now that you’re at the same level with it and a low moan rips itself from the back of your throat.

Alina grins, her lips spread wide to reveal a dangerous flash of teeth that sends a thrum of need down to your cunt. It’s only now that you notice the mess of slick soaking through the fabric of your sweatpants and you whine at the sticky sensation. Omegas like to be clean. You need to be clean for your alphas.

With shaking fingers, you tug off the little pyjama top you had dressed yourself into after your shower. Now the sudden urge to shave and moisture yourself earlier makes sense.

The disconnect you feel in your mind makes the removal of your sweatpants much less alluring than you’d hoped for, but Alina’s eyes darken and a deep growl of approval rumbles from Aleksander’s chest.

Omegas aren’t taught much about their pleasure or even how to satisfy an alpha in the bedroom. Most people agree that instinct takes over and whilst desperation claws beneath your skin you have no idea what you want from them both. Then again, no one had told you it was possible for two alphas to be mated - let alone want to share an omega like you.

“Alina,” you whine, nudging your way between her thighs to mouth at her cunt, currently shielded by her underwear. More whines catch in your throat, drool smearing over skin as you attempt to lick over her panties.

When Aleksander pulls your head away from her, you cry pathetically, struggling against his firm hold. Alina growls, her eyes narrowed.

“Aleksander,” she says warningly.

“Alina,” he says smoothly, a wicked glimmer dancing in his eyes.

She looks almost feral, her dress pushed up to her hips by your eager nuzzling. Her eyes bright with arousal, a pretty pink flush glowing over her cheeks. She puffs her chest up, shoulders straightening as she eyes Aleksander.

He drags you into his lap, bare cunt pressing against the rough fabric of his dress trousers as he sits on the couch opposite his mate.

“Silly little omega,” he murmurs. His nose nudges at the scent gland beneath your ear and you tremble. “We were expecting you to be nesting when we arrived home.”

“What do you- what have you done to me?”

They both laugh and the sharpness of the sound bites into you, making you blush with embarrassment. Then Alina softens, cupping your cheek in her hand.

“We didn’t do anything,” she insists, her thumb stroking over your cheek. “Living with two alphas is clearly too much for your suppressants to handle.”

There’s something mocking in her words, something you struggle to decipher the meaning behind them. Have they tampered with your suppressants? Aleksander’s chuckle thrums down your spine and slick gathers on the fabric of his trousers.

“And, of course, we had nothing to do with your landlord ending your lease without warning.”

Alina’s smile twists, a dark amusement building between the two of them as they seem to be indulging in some sort of joke you can’t even begin to grasp.

“How could we do something like that?”

She leans closer, caging your body between Aleksander and her. When she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, you whimper and they both breathe in deeply, groaning at the scent of your arousal and confusion.

They both make animalistic little purrs as their mouths wander over your skin. Occasionally, they will bump heads, foreheads or noses knocking together and they will growl at one another, trying to claim a space of their own on your body.

Simultaneously, they lick over your neck, taking a side each as their own. As they nudge against the mating glands on each side of your throat, you writhe and attempt to escape them. Aleksander wraps his arm around your waist, pining you down, and Alina grasps a fistful of your hair.

“Are you going to be a good little omega for us?” Aleksander purrs lowly in your ear, sucking lightly on your earlobe. “Are you going to let us mate you?”

Another whimper escapes your lips and tears gather in your eyes. Alina curls her hand around your throat, squeezing in warning. The skin under her palm simmers with a warmth that rushes down directly to your cunt.

“You need us, omega,” she tells you. “We both know how much you want us. Aren’t you sick of struggling?”

“We’d take such good care of you, little omega.”

Their words set you on fire, need burning beneath your skin as they continue to mouth over your throat. Aleksander’s hands grasp at your waist, smoothing down your sides as Alina squeezes at your breasts, rubbing eagerly over your nipples.

“Our sweet girl,” Alina coos in agreement. “All you need to do is keep our house tidy like a good omega.”

Aleksander hums, his fingers stroking over your aching entrance that yearns for some attention. Swallowing hard, your mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton, your tongue heavy and unable to speak any protests aloud.

It sounds appealing. Even if you weren’t so desperate with need, it would take very little time for you to relent. You’ve always been weak for the two of them.

“And keep this tight little cunt wet and ready for us to play with whenever we want it,” Aleksander adds, smirking deviously.

A moan wracks through your body and you nod eagerly.

“What was that?” Alina asks, her smile sugar sweet as she teases you.

“Please, alpha.” The words tumble from your lips, moaning and sighing breathlessly as you continue to beg. “Want you. Both of you. Please.”

They both grin in triumph.

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[bubblepoptunes]

Independent, non-mutual exclusive, Dead by Daylight OC from the DBD Franchise and Game. Independent, features lore from DBD, and personal headcanons about it. Penned by Lazurin, 30+

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[spydcddya]

❝ how does she digest this ? ❞ he sighs, slump against a tree. it’s a far cry from realistic, quitting mid bite to an apple. he thought CATCHING UP ON HIS DAUGHTER’S FAVORITE TELEVISION SERIES DURING BREAK by absorbing the comic material would be less painful. however, spy wars’ terrible quality transcends even media. — he should be its author.