the kind of girl who spams you with her nudes when she's bored


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the kind of girl who spams you with her nudes when she's bored

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@fiercehearts liked this for a starter. ( for Viktor ).
❝ what happened to you anyway ? ❞ Vi was no stranger to the alterations that shimmer could make - she'd known from the day she fought Silco's men that worse things were coming but Viktor ? she'd never seen an effect like that.
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Chris hadn't even felt the explosion when it occurred. It was a ridiculous sentiment, how many explosions had he survived up to this point? How many times had he been thrown, beaten, stabbed, shot and burned? It was a harsh reminder that everyone's luck ran out eventually and by the time he got the last glimpse of his men as he shouted at them to retreat as he got blasted back and his body crumpled against a nearby wall. The bioweapons had already fallen, they were fighting shithead scientists now and the damned fuckers decided explosives were their final shot at victory. Chris could only think that maybe they were right, and by the time his vision darkened and his last thoughts settled on Claire, Jill, the pretty man he had went on five dates with, the first in many years. Was it finally over for him? He blinked a few times, the shadowy form suddenly hanging over him was as comforting as the idea of death.
Death was noisy, a thought that didn't last very long by the time Chris popped one eye open, his radio making chattering noises from . . . wherever it was. It definitely wasn't strapped to him, and with both eyes now straining open, he glances around confusingly in what looked to be a motel room. At first his nerves got the best of him, wondering who the hell moved him here until he noticed the bandages wrapped around his assorted wounds on his arms and notably his stomach. Glaring down at them for a moment, he finally pans the room again until he nearly jumps from his skin, his normal collected facade giving way to his very human reaction.
By the time his heartbeat slowed down, and he allowed himself to take in the mystery form, all suspicious looking with dark clothing and a mask along with a metal arm, his eyebrow raises, voice gravelly as he finally decides to speak. " You fixed me up. " It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. " Brought me here. " Allowing himself a closer inspection, he peers at the man's clothing, seeing no insignia, he frowns. " You're not B.S.A.A.. Who are you? I'd like to think this world is full of decent folk, but people rarely do anything out of pure altruism, especially when there are monsters running the streets from secret blood money funded labs. " He was ready to give a speech about how evil men and capitalism was, but he stops himself, sighing, and moving from the bed, only grimacing slightly from just how sore his body was.
" But you helped me, I'm not dead, and my things are neatly stacked in the corner, shows you're a good sort. " Chris didn't want to dwell on just how well his things were placed. Shirt and combat fatigues were folded, and his weapons, belt and holsters were all placed in a way that was remarkably military. His radio still made a few noises, his team no doubt relaying orders or looking for him. Sparing one more glance at his rescuer, he pads his way over to his things. Grabbing the radio and immediately giving his status, eyes never leaving the man on the other side of the room who still hadn't spoken. The relieved voices from the radio should have been comforting or warming, but they did little to ease his slight discomfort. He didn't like how the masked man was staring.
" Are you mute? No tongue? What's the story here? "
@fiercehearts | Piers Nivans
Dwight honestly didn't expect to see Piers Nivans again. It wasn't until he found himself face to face with death that his expectations were shattered. Struggling with all his might to keep the walking dead from devouring him, Dwight Fairfield was once again fighting for his survival in this wretched place. Any minute now, his strength would fail him & he would find himself condemned to a fate much worse than heartbreak.
7: stab my muse / sable @ joey
He's not even sure where she could have gotten the knife. Perhaps the Entity had a part in her revenge, for how many times she had been cut down let her have a moment of fun. Or, the monster wants just wants to see him suffer further. The turmoil of him time and time again not satisfying the Legion's demands for sacrifice bred raw emotion and that is all she ever wanted out of them. Every evil, disgusting, rotten feeling that become of the human condition.
Joey has plenty to go around.
And to make matters worse he cannot even call for help from the other Legion that run about, Sable's blade stuck clean into one of his lungs and the blood making it impossible to breath much less speak. He sputters something incoherent and tries to swing his own weapon at her, hoping for something, anything to happen.
She is faster and pushes him over as his feet falter, the killer tripping and sending himself onto the ground. There's not enough time for him to turn over before he can feel her weight pin him down and while their's was a strength inhuman, the knife has again found its home in his back.
Right into the other lung.
He's going to drown in his own blood, a thought that both terrifies and enrages him.

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@fiercehearts gets a starter for his man :))
Billy grabbed John by the hips and pulled him into a kiss. "Happy pride babe, im thankful for you." He had a the thankfulness part a bit confused with Thanksgiving but he had never celebrated pride anything before so he was trying. He smiled proudly, thinking he had gotten it right and he draped an arm over John's shoulders. "Can i get you another drink babe or are you ready to go home?" He asked, finishing off his own drink. The bar was getting a little louder now that it was getting late but most in the bar knew who Billy was so they were smart enough not to be looking too long at how good his boyfriend looked.
“nothing turns me on more than knives guns.” / sable eue...
Though their first meeting had been less than savory, given his need for slaughter and demand by the monster keeping them here, a miraculous happening had occurred. This had not been the only time that her words rang of intentions regarding something a bit more intimate than murder. It feels rightfully wrong to take his prey and make them scream by means that did not satisfy the terms and conditions of his continued living within the Entity's realm.
"Is that so," he replies, staring down at her with his head cocked ever slightly to the side. "And what do you hope to accomplish, giving me that knowledge?"
Dredgen Yor was far from a fool, but he was certainly willing to partake in foolish games. Anything to pass the time and bring something new into the otherwise dull existence he lived.
sable ward « @fiercehearts » hung on the phone; ❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜ / sable. ( WRONG GIRL UR FUCKING WITH. lmao )
↳ & more smut sentence starters.
The grin carefully hidden behind the ghastly mask only grew wide at the spoken words. Someone was feeling feisty, huh. Not that her behavior came as a surprise, there was a reason why he seemed to enjoy having her around. Such stark contrast with the other survivors, so boring and dull, none could seem to appreciate his craft when it came to offering their screams and pain to the Entity, but her ? Part of him wondered if she wouldn't have had a more interesting time being on the other side of the coin.
However that wasn't the point, not in that moment, not when he might have let the imaginary leash he had wrapped around her throat getting too lose. She really thought she was the one in charge here, didn't she ? Perhaps the current situation might even allude to such thing, after all for once he was the one with his back against the wall, one of her leg perfectly slotted between his own. But given the position and their close proximity, it was easy for him to shift ever so slightly, his upper thigh coming to press against her as a gloved hand moved to the small of her back, leather clad fingers pressing her closer. " It's cute, you know ? " The knife still held in his other hand brought up, the tip of the blade used to trace along her jawline. " That you believe you are the one in control here. " The words followed by a low chuckle, the sound warm and yet the teasing note behind it was palpable.