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[manslaught]

brittany's going to be severely fucking disappointed in her if she knew that this is where mikayla decided to go at the end of her date— and yet, mikayla can't find it in herself to care as she stands in front of @ladyintree's door, a box of food from the restaurant in her hand. she never actually confirmed she'd be coming over, but tai made it pretty clear the day before that she wanted her to, so mikayla just hopes she's not intruding, that tai actually meant it. when tai answers the door, mikayla doesn't let herself smile, not wanting to seem too eager to see her, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself. “ hi. ”

[rt0001]

❛ huuuh? what? sorry, it's past my working hours so i actually can't respond to anything until tomorrow. be sure to send any inquires to vice - captain hasegawa, thank you. ❜ translation: the video game in his hands takes precedent over anything she has to tell him, and he won't pay attention until the level is cleared.

@youthblooms

[snnydcysarchh]

@m0bhit liked for a starter

“we  keep  getting  shot  at.  we  were  in  a  car  accident  not  too  long  ago.”  sonny  stared  at  her  bodyguard  which  such  seriousness  in  her  eyes.  “are  you  going  to  keep  pretending  you  don't  know  what's  going  on  or  are  you  going  to  tell  me  the  truth?”

[allevilsarc]

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver.  // from murdoc @contrariian

there's a sharp gasp that falls from lucy's mouth, her lips turning down into some sort of grimace as the back of her head bounces off the wall. he should be crying in pain, but instead, his eyes burn when they fixate on murdoc, his teeth bared in some way to be frightening. she's aware he could snap her neck-- the idea of it causes her blood to boil. in truth, she wants to push him farther and farther, wants to see how far he's willing to take it. " you fucking prick. " it's rough, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. " picking on a helpless woman? deciding to choke her? you're such a big man, hm? "

it's a dare, really. he can take a lot more than he looks.

[aposthates]

you seem to know what you're doing. // GOOD BC FEN DOESNT

PERHAPS IT SHOULD NOT PLEASE HIM SO MUCH AS IT DOES to have this over fenris . . . not their intimacy in itself, BUT THE EXPERIENCE. HARDLY EVEN STARTED, YET EACH AND EVERY BRUSH OF WIDE PALMS ACROSS HIS NARROW CHEST HAS BEEN MET WITH GREAT TREMBLES . . . poorly suppressed. and the hammering of the elven heart was thunderous in itself. IT'S QUITE ROMANTIC, ACTUALLY. for if you observed the two of them without prior knowledge, assumption might dictate that fenris might be the one more well-versed in the art of intimacy. however in reality, anders was the guiding force here. AN UNSURE DESCENT INTO SUCH AN ARRANGEMENT ENTIRELY COMPENSATED FOR BY A SOFT AND TRUSTING HAND. magic entirely absent from healing fingertips, and instilling trust to try and bridge the gap where such was still brewing.

HOWEVER THIS CERTAINLY WASN'T HOW HE IMAGINED IT. he expected something venomous, and boisterous and sudden. CLASHING TEETH LIKE THEIR DUELING WORDS, AND CUTTING LIPS TO FLOOD IRON 'CROSS BOTH OF THEIR TONGUES. however, such revelations . . . the openness displayed? IT SOFTENED ANDERS IMMENSELY. AS DID THE BOARDERS, TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS THEY HAD TO CROSS TO GET HERE. the mental strength fenris has begun to work through. IT SEEMED... UNBECOMING TO CROSS THE THRESHOLD OF THEIR ULTIMATE TRUST WITH ANY MEASURE OF CRUELTY.

"we've barely even done anything yet." HIS NOSE PUSHES FENRIS', ANGLING HIS FACE TO OFFER A KISS, AND THEN ANOTHER. DEVILISHLY FLEETING. teasing him, because he frankly finds himself unable to resist. SUCH A FACT GLITTERING SOFTLY IN HIS AMBER EYES. mouth returning to cocked smirk, as he trails flattened hands lower. MEMORIZING THE SLOPES AND RIDGES OF HIS RIBCAGE, until finally, he grips fenris' hips. thumbs swiping bones as he presses him firmly against the wall he had already been leaning against. ONLY TO GROUND HIM, with no such violence or intent to control threaded within. HE COULDN'T. NOT TO HIM. NOT NOW.

"but you're doing great, you know." he starts. "i know it can be . . . overwhelming." foreheads press as he raises one palm to cup his cheek, using it to angle his face upward. "this isn't how i imagined it. somehow, i thought that it would be.. i don't know. angrier. more hateful. but i couldn't do that to you.. not knowing." HE DOESN'T CUT HIMSELF OFF, YET LETS IT GO UNSPOKEN. knowing it's his first time. but he doesn't want to say too much, to scare him off. if he hadn't done so already. 'thank you, for trusting me' riding the tip of his tongue as it passes through the elf's lips.

@suledine. melt into me.

[greatcstarcherarchh]

short starter

“who  needs  a  whole  utensil  set  when  you  live  alone?  my  one  spoon,  fork,  knife,  plate,  cup,  and  bowl  are  all  i  need.  plus,  that  shit  is  expensive.”  kate…..you're  rich.

[nowrots]

DANIELLE SHEPARD: ❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

" okay, fine, but that's not a good joke. " in truth, he doesn't like being the butt of the joke. it doesn't mean that the joke isn't funny -- far from it -- it's just something about having the joke be at your expense that's hurtful. god, he probably looks like he's gonna burst a vessel. alright, alright. calm down, dude. it's gonna be fine.

" y'know, dani. if you're gonna joke about something, at least make it funny. just ... fucking ... " a beat. " i knew lawyers didn't have souls, but did law school also take your sense of humor? fucked up if true, right? sorry. i know that's a bad joke. better than yours, though. " @signedsoul

[allevils]

❛  i want to tie you up later and have my way with you.  ❜ - with gideon :) @anithikos

there's a soft laugh that falls from red lips, her body gently resting in gideon's lap. lucy's fingers play gently at his tie, her tongue rubbing against her bottom lip. " yeah? do you really think you're brave enough to do that? " lucy's tone is coy, his eyes turning up to look at gideon. " what? does your wife not like to play rough so you have to come my way? "

another laugh, just as soft. " if you did tie me up, what would you do to me, hm? this is a very safe space for you to tell me all your filthiest thoughts and desires. i'm all ears, baby. "

[manslaught]

“ i can't believe he's wearing a fucking polo to his own wedding. ” she scoffs, chin resting in her hand as she watches asher from across the room, mostly because focusing on him feels less dangerous than focusing on @ladyintree. even when she asked her, mikayla knew that being here with her would be difficult— because of course she keeps thinking back to their own wedding, but every time she does, she has to remind herself that that was stupid, that it clearly only happened because they had nothing else to do while they were out there. still, every time she so much as glances in tai's direction, she's overwhelmed with both butterflies and an ache in her chest, an exhausting combination of feelings.

“ at least jaymee looks cute. and aj, obviously. ” she resists the urge to point out that it's mostly because she did her hair, but she tries to be modest for once, leaving that part out. mikayla almost leaves it at that, but she offers one second long glance in tai's direction, annoyed for the millionth time all day by how good she looks, so she deflects, smirking slightly. “ —and patience, ” she adds, only because she's noticed how irritated tai's seemed by the time they've been spending together, although all of it's been innocent.

[werexcat]

continued from [ 🪢 ]with @as-above-rp's Kairi!

At this point, all Gabriel wanted to do was rest, but he sure picked a helluva spot to attempt to rest. Thing was, he couldn't take another stop as worn out as he was, so he was stuck with slowly moving past all of the taken benches, growing more frustrated by the moment.

FUCK, why were there so many people around h--

There was moment out of the corner of his eye--not once, but twice--before a soft voice spoke up.

Blinking, green eyes fell upon a blonde haired woman who was must've been making a space for him because her bag was sitting in her lap. He glanced around for a moment--was she talking to him?--before weighing his chances.

She wouldn't mind if he sat next to her?? He didn't have to trust her. He just ... just had to sit next to her for a bit and then he could move on once he'd rested.

"...Fine. There's too many people around here." It'd probably be another mile or so before he found somewhere decent anyway, and with a few more steps, he took a seat, trying not to too close to her even though he was sitting right next to her.

[snnydcysarchh]

@wavrlywizard cause i said so

“will  you  stop  trying  to  poke  people  with  a  stick??”

[inheritsnothing]

43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . / @tymptir - Gwayne

"and might i add that gwayne is still an eligible b--" the foot hits him in the shin under the table, and otto must blink twice to keep himself from visibly reacting to the pain. he clears his throat. "excuse me." and he turns his gaze to his youngest son, eying him dangerously. "what i was saying is that gwayne is still an eligible young bachelor... it would do him well to have a wife." his eyes squint at the him briefly before otto reaches to rub his knee under the table, trying to ease the pain. ohhhh, he will be having a very stern conversation with his son after dinner, mark his words.

[aposthates]

" it will stop your breath. how cruel i can be. "

for templar!mo on red lyrium fumes.

HE DOESN'T LIKE THIS. SOMEHOW IT HURTS, BUT IT FEELS LIKE HOME. it's disturbing. EFFECTIVELY KEEPING HIS MOUTH SHUT, LIKE IT USED TO. he's recalling memories of the worst of the ferelden templars trying to beat the very name out of his mouth, while the best of them revelled in a quiet mage. THAT DIDN'T LAST TOO LONG ONCE HE STARTED PUSHING BACK, THOUGH.

HIS LIPS ARE PULLED INTO A FROWN, and there's mild recognition of the flutter of anxiety. not matched even by being in the templar hall with hawke. FEELING A BIT LIKE A BOY BEHIND HIS MOTHER'S SKIRTS. but now he's alone, AND CONFRONTED BY SOMETHING HE'S SEEN, BUT DOESN'T YET UNDERSTAND.

"don't worry . . ." HE FINALLY SPEAKS, arms kept about his chest in fear that the mere reveal of his hands would IGNITE DEFENSIVENESS WITHIN THE TEMPLAR. and suddenly his staff feels heavier upon his back. "i don't need you to show me how cruel the templars are." NOT 'CAN BE' . . . ARE. HIS CHIN GESTURES FORTH, trying to let the heaviness of his breath counteract the rising tide. UNSUCCESSFULLY, OF COURSE.

@putrid-tongue. deathless.

[ironprinccss]

↪ answered ask — "Wicked" Sentence Starters ( always accepting ! ) " "We can dance 'til it's light." " from @seachant

" oh, no, no. " scarlett shook her head, throwing up her hands. sure, she had every bit of beauty and grace that her mother before her had been blessed with — but she did not share her mother's unbridled joy for balls and dancing. she detested them with everything in her. " auntie ariel, i'll step on your feet! " she insisted. " i much rather sneak off into the kitchens for some of that cake they've yet to bring out . . . " the beauty smirked, nudging her head towards the oaken doors.