#basicinstinctposting

Tumblr has been great. It’s been fun. But now it’s toxic and a distraction from what I really want to do with myself. So I’m quitting. For good. I don’t want to leave my friends behind but if I have to, so be it. Anyone who wants to know more or to keep in touch, maybe even keep writing off tumblr, please feel free to send me a message. I’ll be keeping the app on my phone for a while longer. I also have my personal which you can hit me at if you want that. For those of you who don’t want that but still had a good time, thank you for everything.

I gotta write for me now, no one else.

@soulxnfiire sent ‘a moment of weakness’ for a randomly generated starter prompt - 31 your muse catches mine naked

          this kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen to angel. he was impervious. he was untouchable. he was fucking    better    than this. but then again, if he was really above this kind of predicament, he wouldn’t be in it, would he? he spits a mouthful of blood, feeling a piece of tooth sputter past his lips as he crawls across the floor. he’d pushed frankie just a little too hard, and frankie didn’t push back-- he slammed.

          stripped of his clothes and his dignity, angel props himself up against the couch-back and closes his eyes, an exhale of relief that it’s over. frankie’s ring had done a number on him. what’s worse, was angel liked it. he liked enraging frankie, he’d just never seen that anger go quite this far before.

          “ it’s open! “ he calls to the knock on his door. he didn’t care who it was coming through, in fact, with eyes shut he cracks a grin and expects to see frankie is back when he opens them. “ if you’re back for round two, babe, i’m gonna have to take a raincheck. these bruises are gonna put a damper on business...”

         he opens his eyes and doesn’t see frankie. shit.

@therussianandthefinn sent ‘a moment of weakness’ for a randomly generated starter scenario - 20 my muse is sick, near passing out, but keeps on pushing

          fever. it’s just a fever. he’s been neglecting his health for days now, he knows he has, and it shows in how his cheeks are permanently red, how he sways like a branch in the breeze, he’s clumsy-- he tries, so damn hard to cut a single slice of orange, but catches his thumb instead. 

          “ mierda “ he stumbles back, his hips hitting the counter behind him and he slumps, watching beads of blood drip from his finger and onto the floor. he doesn’t like feeling this way-- weak, in need of help, having to rely on other people was not something he enjoyed.

          that’s how he ended up collapsing. the floor was rushing up to greet him, the fever finally taking its toll and claiming his consciousness for itself. the tile feels cool against his cheek, and his fingers feel numb. he’s shivering on the floor. he’s made a loud, clattering thud as he falls. 

but like okay

everyone knows how obsessed frankie is with angel

what if frankie just fucking came out and everything was cool with sabella cause sabella doesn’t give a shit what his nephew does as long as it doesn’t interfere with business this is the fucking 21st century. dudes fuck dudes. whatever. 

and so frankie is like

WILL BE MINE 

and angel is too terrified for his life to really shut it down and he’s got big hopes and dreams that maybe this “relationship” will take him to the next level of his career that maybe with frankie’s money and connections and sabella’s blessing he can stop sucking dick for a living and start running the business

but on the night he and frankie has planned to propose to angel, angel is swept off his goddamn feet by someone who just fucking gets him and angel is literally like nO THIS IS BAD I CAUGHT FEELINGS THIS IS BAD FOR BUSINESS

and like

SHIT JUST SNOWBALLS FROM THERE

angel still says yes to frankie and is trying his damnedest to get some kind of deal with the cartel off the ground of setting up operations further out west in L.A. but it’s this big investment and you’ve got frankie up angel’s ass obsessive 

while angel is falling head over heels for some schmuck he’s not supposed to be with at all and they have to hide their relationship from frankie and the pressure gets angel hitting the HARD CORE drugs again, like full blown heroin use again and he’s a mess and killing himself quickly