❝ do you remember me ? ❞

❛         𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞   𝐒𝐮𝐧❟   𝑨   𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕   𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉      ❟      there   is   little   else   that   could   make   the   prince   forget   the   angel   come   down   from   grace   to   bless   his   dreams   from   blood-soaked   hell   and   darkness;   the   being   that   had   soothed   his   night   terrors   with   the   very   visage   of   the   moon   in   full   shine.   Beyond   the   bounds   of   his   mind,   he   paid   no   mind   to   faceless   demons   tormenting   him   in   the   night.   He   deserved   such   sorrows   as   the   devil   cast   down   in   repentance,   cursed   to   search   for   the   kindness   bestowed   him   from   divine   Providence   of   his   lovely,   lovely   angel   of   white.

❛   if   you   knew   how   I   searched   for   you   ...   ❜   he   began   to   speak,   icy   blue   hues   thawing   in   the   face   of   his   empassioned   utterances.   He   had   reached   for   this   one   without   thought   —   only   to   jar   himself   with   how   visceral   it   all   was,   his   desires   to   grab   and   shake   his   angel   for   the   very   belief   that   Ares   could   do   anything   but   remember   him.   He   could   never   forget   him!   He   straightened   himself   to   his   full   height   in   an   attempted   to   recover   his   sense.   He   could   not   scare   this   one   off   with   his   convictions.   Fingers   curled   one   over   another   in   tight   fist   with   the   stubborn   set   of   his   jaw   and   moved   to   press   tight   against   his   torso   —   a   reminder   to   keep   his   hands   under   control.

If   he   was   an   apparition   of   his   own   making,   he   would   dare   say   this   is   the   sweetest   torture   he   has   thought   for   myself   yet.   To   have   envisioned   the   kindness   and   beauty   of   an   angel,   who   flitters   and   flies   away   from   his   every   desperate   attempt   to   close   his   eyes,   to   dream   ...   his   gaze   has   not   left   Gods   eyes,   for   surely,   he   gifted   this   angel   everything   in   their   image   —   for   he   was   divine.   ❛   I   am   a   cruel   devil   made   for   naught   but   bloodshed   and   war;   there   is   no   honor   for   me,   ❜   you   must   be   punishment   for   my   misdeeds,   implied,   and   still,   there   is   the   tiniest   breaking   of   a   smile   from   him.

❛   I   had   thought   myself   unworthy   of   another   glimpse   of   you,   Philomene.   ❜

@ethaer

@ethaer, philomene. ( starter call. )

"I've got a secret: I actually bought new furniture and sheets when I realized you wanted to see my home. Silly, right? I wanted it to be nice." Though, he knew they wouldn't really pay attention to any of it...

S.C ---> @ethaer​​

❛❛  Sorry, got a little thirsty. ❜❜ Adrian only muttered at first as he sat there in the dimly lit room at the dining table. His brows furrowed a bit as he wondered how let Philomene into his thoughts. He knew his partner would accept his confession, but even getting the words out was like torture for Adrian.

❛❛  Hey...you know how everyone was joking about kids and stuff earlier?  ❜❜ He asked, referring to the little dinner party they’d hosted that evening. He hoped it hadn’t been too noticeable, but there was a clear moment during that prior conversation where he had to excuse himself just to keep himself under control.

❛❛  I didn’t mean to come off like I’d never want any, but...it’s just...it’s hard for me. I know told you about Lucy, but I never told you about Amelie, huh?  ❜❜

@ethaer said (inbox):

Philomene laughs softly, lips pressed to back of hand, cheeks red from warmth and drink. he wasn’t much of a drinker, rare he sipped more than wine, yet here he was, swaying softly, head resting boldly against Ozzy’s shoulder. “Ah..I’m having so much fun..! Thank you, for letting me tag along.”

     IT HAD BEEN SOME time since Ozymandias had enjoyed himself like this. It was easier to do in this era where none knew who he was and he appeared as but another person wandering the street. However, he was very particular about the company he kept, and being involved in a hidden 'war' certainly didn't leave much time for conversing with others. Philomene was an outlier in that equation; but he was a pleasant outlier. How comforting it was, to be able to simply speak to another like this without titles getting involved. He was not a king in this instance --  gladdened that he could cast such aside even if for the time being. Ah, yet how liberating that was. ❝You need not thank me, Philomene. Who else would I invite aside from you? There are none that instantly come to mind.❞ High praise once again to be given to the other, all of which was well-earned in Ozymandias' eyes. Was he being bias? Possibly. Maybe. Perhaps just a teeny, tiny bit---

     Laughing loudly, he made to pour himself more whiskey, tilting his head back a little to down the liquid with the ease one would water. ❝What a wonderful beverage! I had only ever enjoyed wine, and so this is rather new.❞ Falling quiet for a bit, he allowed that nice burn to linger in his throat for a bit before golden eyes shifted to the other, amusement gleaming within those bright depths. ❝Not much of a drinker, hm, Philomene? You will be down for the count if you drink any more, so I do not recommend having more.❞ Otherwise, Ozymandias would have to take him back to the residence he was staying until the poor man recovered, and how awkward that would be for his summoner. The thought entertained him just as much as seeing Philomene so different from how he usually was when they spoke.

ೃ⁀➷    @ethaer​  :  wolf huffs, setting chin in hand, tail wagging side to side slowly, sharp eyes contemplating archer with interest, but fatigue. He yawns audibly, shifting into wolves skin, padding to arch only to wrap around him, locking him in for a nap.

ʰᵉʳᵉ    ᶜᵃᵐᵉ    ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ    ᵏᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ.    he    was    much    like    an    inescapable    presence.    𝘪𝘵    𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺,    𝘢𝘵    𝘵𝘩𝘦    𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺    𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵,    𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦    𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴    𝘫𝘰𝘣    𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳    𝘰𝘧    𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨    𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦    𝘯𝘰    𝘰𝘯𝘦    𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥    𝘵𝘰    𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘨    𝘩𝘪𝘮    𝘪𝘯    𝘢    𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭    𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱.        (    ⁱⁿ    ᶠᵃᶜᵗ,    ᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ    ʷᵃˢ    ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ    ᵏᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ    ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ    ʷᵃˡᵏ    ⁱⁿᵗᵒ    ᵃ    ᵗʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ    ᶜᵃᵍᵉ    ⁱᶠ    ᵉᵐⁱʸᵃ    ʷᵉʳᵉ    ᵒⁿ    ᵗʰᵉ    ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ    ˢⁱᵈᵉ    ᵒᶠ    ⁱᵗ    ).        the    afternoon    was    nearly    over,    but    not    quite.    the    sun    rays    had    changed    from    searing    to    more    delicate    warm    golden    rays    that    we’re    quite    intoxicating    to    bask    in...

it    was    one    moment    archer    was    standing    and    simply    watching    kazuha    (    ⁿᵒʷ    ᵃˢ    ᵃ    ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ    ᶜᵃⁿⁱᵈ    ...    )    then,    he    was    locked    in    a    canine    circle    of    fluff,    fur,    and...    oh    kazuha    was    quite    warm.        ❝    o..    oi    !    𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘢.    ❞    seems    like    kazu    was    looking    at    him    with    half    lidded    eyes,    but    they    soon    closed    quite    comfortably    in    not    too    long.    well...    the    day    has    been    rather    long    already.    there    was    no    proper    reason    to    get    up.    the    sun    was    quite    comfortable    upon    his    skin    too.    damnit...ᵗʰⁱˢ    ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉᵈ    ʰⁱᵐ    ˡⁱᵏᵉ    ᵗʰᵉ    ᵗⁱᵐᵉ    ʰᵉ    ˡᵃⁱᵈ    ᵒⁿ    ᵃ    ᶠᵘᵗᵒⁿ    ᵗʰᵃᵗ    ʷᵃˢ    ʷᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ    ⁱⁿ    ᵗʰᵉ    ˢᵘⁿ.    too    warm    to    leave    and    too    comfortable    to    rise    from.    (    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚠𝚊𝚜    𝚘𝚗𝚎    𝚘𝚏    𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜.    𝚊    𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎    𝚢𝚎𝚝    𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎    𝚘𝚗𝚎.    )

     he    sighed.    the    grip    on    him    was    too    strong.    his    eyelids    wavered        in    a    struggle    to    not    succumb...    then    they    shut    completely.    perhaps    a    nap    couldn’t    hurt.

🍒 + hehosts too ur own horn bitch !!!

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

for @ethaer // * still accepting!!

HEHOSTS: FRIEND?? OR FOE??? in this essay, i will dissect —

nah, i’m just kidding, i’m making this one for you — i think you share the same traits i admire in the rpc such as longevity and devotion to your character, but also you’re world building is very admirable!! really going all out and just putting yourself out there, too. you seem very genuine and honest, someone that is reliable, and someone that is always trying to put your best foot forward no matter what life hands you. i can tell you have empathy and sensitivity towards people, and you're very friendly upon first meeting!! i think you're someone that everyone should follow! you set a good example, and are overall someone i enjoy reading not only your ooc posts, but your development of your ic work. you have a great mind for lore, my friend, and you’re very flexible, which makes it easy to work with you, but you also don’t compromise your characters, which i think is important.

@ethaer​ // [x]

TRUE TO HIS WORD, Ryuji had already gotten what he'd wanted from the exchange, and accordingly, was more than prepared to exit. Callous, inconsiderate, rude and downright aggravating all could be used to describe the patriarch ⸺ all of which he was more than fully aware of, and yet no conscious effort was made to remedy that.

It wasn’t a sense of obligation that had him pausing mid-exit, but rather, the sense of urgency in the other’s demand compelling him to glance back at the stranger from over his shoulder. A brow raised, but otherwise, the expression of the dragon remained unreadable as he slowly turned to face Aoi once again.

     ❝ ⸺ Ain’t got a damn clue what you’re on about, ❞ he retorted, slow, but almost thoughtful in the approach, as if he were testing the other’s response. ❝ But I don’t see how that’s my problem. ❞

✏️ leorio & shalnark !!

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use an incorrect quote generator featuring our muses!

Shalnark: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Leorio: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Shalnark: My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group. Leorio: Well, you always have a smile on your face. Shalnark: Thank you. Leorio: Leorio: What drugs do you take?

Leorio: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Shalnark: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Leorio: God?!

Leorio: Met a dumbass today. Awful. Shalnark: You looked in a mirror? Leorio: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

Shalnark: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli. Leorio, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Leorio: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Shalnark: ...We're on the ground floor. Leorio: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Shalnark: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Leorio: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Shalnark:  No. :)

Leorio: *lying down and crying* Shalnark: There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?

❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ from Philo

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( 18+ ) : accepting !

Kogami treats Philomene as if he’s delicate, and he worries about his own desires towards the other man. While he’s capable of restraint and very much content with the tender and wholesome forms of physical affection they’ve come to show each other, he’s drawn away a few times when he’s felt any urges to go any further. There’s no way that Philomene doesn’t see it, with Kogami being such a horrible liar ( after all, his body never could ) — but if he has a problem with it, Kogami would rather he say something about it.

Such a thing happens again one evening where Kogami has Philomene over in his home, kissing on his couch. Kogami has his arms wrapped around Philomene’s waist, pulling him into his lap, languishing tongue against tongue, and getting lost in what he could best describe as the smell and taste of pure sunlight itself as he held him so close: warm, inviting, and fresh as a summer breeze. Desire boils his body, and he moans hungrily into Philomene’s mouth; he’s hardening just under him, and the friction Philomene is creating by being so close to him isn’t helping. He wants to buck his hips up, grind into him—

As soon as Kogami realizes it, he eases out of a kiss as smoothly as he can, their lips yet connected by a thin string of saliva and panting.

“I’m — I have to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Kogami says evenly, and he reaches to lift @ethaer off of himself, but the other man keeps him pinned under him, legs around his waist and says,

❛ please touch me . ❜

He freezes where he is, his hands still at Philomene’s sides where he meant to set him back on the couch. Kogami meets his eyes, pushing his lust back to think straight.

“You’re sure?”

When he gets a yes, he feels flustered. Funny, since he’s always imagined having him in all manners that his imagination can think of. Still, he wants to be gentle. Still, he thinks Philomene delicate. He won’t be surprised if this is even his first time.

Kogami swallows, then nods.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you. If you want me inside you, you should at least let me get up to get my lubricant from my room.”

S.C ---> @ethaer​​

❛❛  There’s no way out.  ❜❜ Was all Darius could say as he gripped the rails of the bridge, not bothering to look at Petri while he kept his gaze hyper-focused on the sea below. Part of him had to wonder if the universe had sent the other there to keep him from making a grave mistake, though.

❛❛  I know the cycle, I search for a way, I come up empty, I get sent out for another hit, rinse, repeat. I can’t keep doing this, I’m not that strong. You understand, right? ❜❜

「 桐生 一馬 」 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗. Towaru presses a kiss to Kiryu’s cheek — no she will not respond to questions regarding the stepping stool she has to use. @ethaer, originally sent to @rotdream

" you don't need that stool. " without wasting a second, he squats down, sturdy arms hook around her thighs, just underneath her rear and rising to full height, effortlessly lifting her up and adjusting his grip to secure his hold on her legs. god, the sweet fragrance that wafted off of her at this proximity was intoxicating. she felt so soft, but he was conscious of just how lethal she could be at this kind of immediate vicinity if he spurned or crossed her.

he found that a bit thrilling.

" i'm sure... this feels better, doesn't it? "

@ethaer​ ✯ s.c

❝ Hmm... ❞ A pensive expression crossing his features, Wren takes a moment to glance down at his phone before he lets out a long, TIRED sigh. ❝ I’ve been trying to take some photos for this really big audition that’s coming up, but every picture I take just looks... horrible. ❞ He pouts, looking up at the other with PLEADING eyes. ❝ Do you have any tips?? You’d be helping me out so much if you do!! ❞