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saltpepperbeard · 1 year ago
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going insane going insane going insane because like-
stede does it. stede turns into what he thinks everyone wants. stede turns into what he thinks is expected of him as a man.
working on his "mean voice," turning into the swashbuckling hero in his dreams, doing exactly what he thinks their world wants from him...
only for ed to still leave him.
now, i of course know why ed left; he was choosing to run to leap ahead of rejection, leaving before he got left. but stede doesn't know that.
in his eyes, stede did everything right. a proper pirate. a captain. a man.
and ed still leaves.
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amuhav · 5 months ago
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     “Well, that was quick,” Strife said dryly, and Havoc chuckled.      “Mm. I don’t think I could have changed the boy’s mind even had I intended to.”      “Not that you would interfere.”      “Of course, of course.” She laughed as he shook his head, though sighed quietly to herself. “It might have been kinder, though. He’s sweet, naïve as he might be. But whether it’s true for Ash or not, I do think there might not be another person out there for Loch. Is that wrong of me? To choose my grandson’s wellbeing over his? Even if I think it will be right for them both in the long run... Is that fair?” Her son stared at Asher thoughtfully for a moment. “You really believe they will be fine?” he asked. “I’m almost certain of it. But if I am wrong...” “You usually aren’t.” “Hm.” She smiled unsurely. “Your idiot son is just lucky he’s found himself a different kind of idiot. Certainly a patient one.”      “I think that could apply to either son,” Strife said, smiling faintly as he looked out the window to the newlywed couple leaving in their taxi.      “You have three sons, dear.”      He briefly flicked his eyes her way with an unimpressed frown. “You know what I meant.”      She laughed. “Indeed, dear Sylvie might be the first person to fall for one of your kids and not immediately turn into a doe-eyed dumbass.”      “Mm. She’s nice. Good with the kid.”      Havoc sighed to herself, but before she could chide him, she frowned. “Your partner is trying to get your attention,” she said quietly.      “Hm?”      “Seems you got a call,” she said. His face paled as he exchanged a tense look with Lynn, and Havoc had a hunch she knew why. “Ah. I’ll go see if the honeymooners have gotten far, hm?”      “Please.”      A sharp nod each, and they strode off with purpose in opposite directions.
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visage-of-hell · 9 months ago
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(For @sanguineradio because I have ZERO impulse control. XD To say that it had been a bit of an awkward week was ... well, it was quite the understatement. Inwardly, Visage was still kicking herself for having dropped so much onto Alastor's shoulders. God, what had she been thinking, to just open the floodgates like that?! And yet, even still, he had decided to remain at her side. She didn't feel deserving of it in the slightest. And so she had thrown herself headlong into the day-to-day of working her club, reasoning that the busier she kept herself the less time and energy she would have to mentally keep berating herself. It was a foolproof plan, really. Determined to get a new routine show-ready by the end of that week, the she-wolf was putting in time that she would normally keep to herself to instead join the girls in the dance studio to help them practice. It was easier than being alone with her thoughts and she sincerely enjoyed their company. Relaxing nearby was the cherub bartender, Insidia, providing assistance with stopping and starting the music in between takes. All five were assembled in gym attire mostly consisting of sports bras and yoga pants--no dress rehearsal quite yet. Clapping her hands, the hellhound began to rally the girls from their short break. "Alright, ladies, once more from the top before we call it a night. Let's go!" With a point from Visage, Insidia hit play on the stereo as all dancers--the Overlord included--assumed their positions in formation. When she was honest with herself, Visage knew there was another reason throwing herself into the practice routines personally was such a welcomed diversion. Dancing made her come alive. It was a cathartic release of energy and emotions that only rivaled the thrill of combat and more 'intimate' engagements. And tonight ... she was putting everything she had into it, with all the fervor of a live performance. As if each dip of the back and roll of the hips were a lifeline she was hanging onto with both hands. She didn't even notice that in the midst of the routine, she had an unexpected visitor...
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bxndingclxth · 2 months ago
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Pretty little thing, aren't you?
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The anon is promptly grumbled at before he has to turn away to hide the flustered dusting of pink on his face. "Shut it."
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audaciiaearchive · 1 year ago
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❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ - phantomised : gerry for michael
The enormity of my desire || Accepting
Michael blinks a few times, staring up at Gerry with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He's got nowhere to go, pinned underneath him and basically a slave to his whims. He swallows hard, takes a deep breath, tries to concentrate long enough to form a coherent sentence. It's so hard, though. Gerry is so soft and warm and every time they brush up against each other it leaves Michael breathless.
"I-I want...um..I want to fuck you, please--" he pleads, his hips desperately bucking up, feeling the warmth of Gerry's entrance against him. All he can think about is being inside him, feeling Gerry pulse around him. He knows he's doing this on purpose. He knows that he's only giving Michael enough to keep him begging, and it's driving him crazy.
"I want you so bad, Gerry. I want to make you feel good. You know how good I am for you. Please let me fuck you, please." He tries to wriggle his hands out from his grasp, but it's to no avail, and he whines. "I'll make you cum again and again, baby, I'm begging you."
@phantomised
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erxsxre-archived · 2 years ago
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On the topic of Fan Service may I present Aizawa's Neck.
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spagheddiediaz · 7 months ago
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goodbye sepia911!
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eternvlsound · 8 months ago
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Neon street lights to guide you home
ig: space.ram
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egophiliac · 3 months ago
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last chance to guess what the new round of birthday outfits will be!
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dalishborne · 1 year ago
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“Whose blood is that?”
Revenelan regarded the Inquisitor with a nod, methodically wiping her curved dagger clean of the smears of dark blood on its blade. "Not mine, but it was consensual, so don't worry," she replied, the words slipping out before she caught herself. Her eyes widened slightly as the realization set in. While such an answer might fly among the Blood Mages she had grown up with, who did not share the taboo others felt around the practice, she knew it could be more perplexing than reassuring for most.
"Wait, no, it wasn't consensual," she backtracked with a frown of confusion. "... Which would be less cause for concern?"
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amuhav · 2 years ago
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     Eventually, Chad sighed a deep, heavy sigh, and shook his head. “Rivi, I suspect—and if your brothers today are any indication—your family’s method of resolving conflict often involves a great deal of shouting? Am I wrong?”       Still on edge, River lifted a shoulder in vague agreement, unsure where this was going.       “Well, that’s not me, River. If you expect a shouting match every time you upset me, that isn’t going to happen. But neither will I pretend your behaviour is acceptable. You even asked me not to, in fact.”      River nodded awkwardly; it was true, he had asked him exactly that, right after filming for the bachelor show had wrapped. I need you to promise you won’t just let me get away with it...      “I’ve learned to accept that you can be... grouchy, when you’re working, and I can see you’re trying hard to get better with that. So I give you that space when I can. But I will not be lashed out at when you’re in a foul mood that doesn’t involve me, and I won’t pretend it didn’t happen.”      His memory jogged, River’s cheeks flushed with shame; he’d almost forgotten snapping at him that morning. In truth, he had simply wanted to get away from his phone as fast as possible, to pretend the conversations with both his parents and his sister hadn’t happened. And to avoid any potential questions.      “I’m sorry,” River rushed to apologise. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that; I’m sorry. I just—” River stopped himself just in time. “...No excuses. I’m sorry.”      Chad’s eyes narrowed. “I understand you’re a temperamental person, Rivi. I won’t lie and say I don’t love parts of that. But I don’t do dramatics. If you think I’m going to be a sounding board for your temper, or chase after you when you are being an arse—”      River winced.      “—then you misjudge me.”
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crxmes · 2 years ago
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@crxmes
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felinefractious · 10 months ago
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🐱 Abyssinian
📸 Nils Jacobi [Amunzula]
🎨 Sorrel [Abyssinian Colours]
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swampybogg · 1 month ago
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nocek · 1 month ago
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Wade doesn't realize how very, very, VERY task oriented Miguel is (and absolutely not jealous about Logan's claws size) ;P
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