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Therein lied somnolence within his gait of elegance that was expected of a royal entity, endeavoring to traipse ahead in his arduous promenade sans stumbling and colliding into the wall of the corridor ere crossing over the threshold in which lead to his private quarters. Bony extremities rose acclivitous, peeling articles of clothing one by one from his exhausted physique wherein they pooled beneath his feet, stepping forthward eftsoons he was successful in removing the balmorals from the aforementioned; in an uncharacteristic moment—uncaring concerning the state of his appearance—he slumped into the majestic bed that dipped under the pressure exerted due to his weight. Lowering his head to rest upon a pillow, ebony lashes lowered, fanning over the apples of cheeks as his breathing evened out, suspiring as he fell into a light, halcyon slumber.





i’m tired of being what you want me to be.

(via nokutou)




That one roleplayer who you just connect with.

(via liliumpurpureo)





affinityforsecrets:

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          atta boy, Noct.

'Atta boy', what?





❝ LUUUUURRRKKKSSS UPON SMUT ❞
praellias

outofcharacter. LOL KAZE PLS GET OUT




masochisticsadist:

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Cheeky bastard, the transition from placidity to arrant spleen is instantaneous (albeit inwardly) which, ergo, paves the way for her atrocious yandere tendencies—I’ll annihilate that fucking shrew…—natheless her ire isn’t wholly aimed at the severely unfortunate third party femme and so she merely tilts her head, feigns naïveté and radiates innocence, grinning softly, recalling the events ere to their rendezvous and purring beneath her breath, mischievous, spiteful.  

“—I was masturbating,” she murmurs brazeningly, mezzo-soprano tessitura bereft of an iota of shame; it is like her to blurt out such risqué statements with hesitancy cast to the dogs but it is selfsame quaint for her to abstain from elaborating upon such perversions which he should recognize is part of her malicious game, hence the smirk of hauteur waltzing across the ends of succulent tiers wherein it causes the entirety of plush lips to twitch with both ardor for her next brusque sentence and anticipation for the outcome of her response apropos to his teasing. “…While thinking of you.” The tantalizing prospects of her aforementioned verbalization hangs thick in the air like a heady perfume, cloying and candied, she leaves it at that and takes a seat in front of him whilst on her knees, smoothing out the tight material of her form-fitting black dress and gliding her tongue across her bottom lip to purposely come off as impudent, not exactly complying to his request and it is here that she is the most audacious, coquettish and deviant, she leans into him and presses barely-concealed breasts against his legs as she ceases her movements for a second, peering up into pools of lapis lazuli and pouting, her mouth near hovering over his groin.

“Et tu, Noooooctis~?” Each vowel is spoken in that honey-amber drawl, she rolls her tongue and finally brings both of her hands to toy with the buttons of his pants, undoing them dexterously and languidly unzipping them, humming all the while, paying assiduous attention to said zipper and looking at nothing else until she decides to establish eye contact again, rubbing the tip of her index finger against the clasp locker and flicking it with a certain juvenility. Shortly thereafter she pulls herself away from him and sits up straight, brushing her cheek with the palm of her right hand and teetering at what she’s done, snerking arrogantly.

“Tsk, tsk. Who let you leave the castle with your pants like that~? Your fly is undone, you know~ Maybe that maid can help you button your pants again—maybe she can also help you with your errection, kekekeke.”

Quelling the impulse to acquiesce in conceding to the peals of laughter in which effervesced beneath the surface of peach-lacquered folds, effulgent pools of lapis lazuli were alit with a hint of amusement, dancing in joviality as he espied the vexed expression upon his inamorata’s pulchritudinous features. Mayhaps she was not cognizant of the fact wherein what he had stated was naught but in jest but natheless, she was beguiled by his chicanery; a simper flirted upon his lips, triumphant in his successful endeavor in making her burn with the jade-eyne monstrosity and yet, the smile expired into nihility upon the perception of her words.

Eftsoons, incarnadine tiers slightly dichotomized, strangely absent of moisture as the alabastrine pigmentation darkened upon the apples of his cheeks, suffusing into a hue of carmine in which spread to the tips of his ears. Iwis, it was nary an unusual occurrence for Kohana to spew forth such inappropriate comments, be that as it may be if it was in the presence of the public or behind closed doors with any one but he himself, but did not denotation that he was used to it nevertheless as no one would be audacious enough to speak to him in the manner in which she was doing so, ergo the raven-haired male decided to respond with a verbalization of his own. “—You have no shame. You should know better than to say such things to me…” A murmur was bequeathed unto her, expressing the very thoughts that was surmised in a few words as twin optics affixed its attention upon her generous, protruding bosom that threatened to spill outwardly from the confines of her revealing dress and eburnine whites idly manducated his lower lip, inwardly battling with himself whether to remove his jacket to veil her indecent state of clothing; however, as she appressed herself against him with obvious intentions in mind, the aforementioned thought was eradicated (although he would never give admittance to the fact, the view is very much appreciated though it was the chivalrous side of him in which caused him to conflict with himself) the instant a breathe was relinquished due to the near proximity of her mouth near his groin.

Damned the gods above. She was very much aware of what she was doing, what effect that her actions had on him (or better yet, the stirring of his genitalia that did not even have a mind of its own) as well as the probability that someone—anyone could stumble upon them both. Notwithstanding that it was a low possibility of ensuing, he was uncertain as to whether or not he cared whilst she was successful in invoking his desires—his primal urges to take her in this very spot, here and now (although he would not think she would protest in the slightest) despite of being in an open space. Suckling a breath within his oral aperture as his lower left lid twitched, elongated extremities exserted themselves, deftly prying dainty digits from fiddling with his zipper (and aching arousal) afore proceeding to taking a subsequent set of actions in turn.  

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masochisticsadist:

                                Kohana Outtaike | Original Character | Original Canon                                                      Home |  Ask | About | Guidelines 
                          This woman is SUPERNOVÆ, cosmic e x p l o s-i-o-n-s—of                                               glowing filaments of hot shocked gas                           Borne of an ancient(stellar)explosion, she is a MAGNETAR                                          Hurling her anger, star-slayer, planet-eater,                                                                         M̛͘͠͏̨O̧͏̢N̡̡S̶̀T͟҉͟E̕͠͡R̨̧̨͞,                                                            nemesis of natural law                                                A fire.bird composed of solar[flares],                             She has set worlds ablaze for a [h]undred [m]illion [y]ears.
                                                                             。♔。

☆ Serious semi-private blog, however insanely friendly and occasionally takes part in ‘crack’. 
☆ Extremely developed character, there are over one-hundred headcanons written. A thorough about page is provided which covers all the basics, and information is still given through the multitude of interactions she has.
☆ Role plays with virtually anyone and everyone under the sun. (OC/multifandom/animated/inanimate object (?) and live action friendly).
☆ Multiship, although incredibly selective given the nature of the character (shipping is a sight seldom seen on this blog).
☆ Antiheroism is heavily indulged in as the muse is a severe antihero earnestly trying to do good despite what she is.
☆ Other subjects include misanthropy, general dark themes relating to psychopathy, histrionic personality disorder (with heavy research done beforehand and for years), martyrdom, hypersexualisation portrayed with its negative connotations and not romanticised.
☆ The canon in question is of the science fantasy genre, ergo, entire planets have been developed along with their species and ways of life (exempli gratia here and here).☆ Welcoming to any role play style (one-liners, para, novella, with icons/without et cœtera, et cœtera) and writing style.

masochisticsadist:

                                Kohana Outtaike | Original Character | Original Canon
                                                      Home |  Ask | About | Guidelines 

                          This woman is SUPERNOVÆ, cosmic e x p l o s-i-o-n-sof
                                               glowing filaments of hot shocked gas
                           Borne of an ancient(stellar)explosion, she is a MAGNETAR
                                          Hurling her anger, star-slayer, planet-eater,
                                                                        M̛͘͠͏̨O̧͏̢N̡̡S̶̀T͟҉͟E̕͠͡R̨̧̨͞,
                                                           nemesis of natural law
                                                A fire.bird composed of solar[flares],
                             She has set worlds ablaze for a [h]undred [m]illion [y]ears.

                                                                             

 Serious semi-private blog, however insanely friendly and occasionally takes part in ‘crack’. 

☆ Extremely developed character, there are over one-hundred headcanons written. A thorough about page is provided which covers all the basics, and information is still given through the multitude of interactions she has.

 Role plays with virtually anyone and everyone under the sun. (OC/multifandom/animated/inanimate object (?) and live action friendly).

☆ Multiship, although incredibly selective given the nature of the character (shipping is a sight seldom seen on this blog).

Antiheroism is heavily indulged in as the muse is a severe antihero earnestly trying to do good despite what she is.

 Other subjects include misanthropy, general dark themes relating to psychopathy, histrionic personality disorder (with heavy research done beforehand and for years), martyrdom, hypersexualisation portrayed with its negative connotations and not romanticised.

☆ The canon in question is of the science fantasy genre, ergo, entire planets have been developed along with their species and ways of life (exempli gratia here and here).

☆ Welcoming to any role play style (one-liners, para, novella, with icons/without et cœtera, et cœtera) and writing style.




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arielshepard

Scrunching his physiognomy whilst eyeing the spectacle of the figure lying before the tips of his balmoral-concealed feet, a sniffle was perceived whilst the crowned heir cogitated upon the subsequent action to take. Certes, he had happened to have rendezvouses with the female in retrospect, but he did not know her well enough beyond what he considered to be diminutive colloquies. Natheless, regardless of the fact he was uncertain as to why the individual has chosen to slumber within his quarters, in lieu of taking matters into his hands by having her presence removed from his sight, he simply placed a silken duvet atop of her stilled physique and opted to leave her be for the sake of acquiring the rest that was needed.




paleae-hat:

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『✗』—

 A quick pause or expression as he now listened in on what spiky had to say. 

❝ Oi Oi!, I’ll listen this time I promise  !  !  ! 

 taking a seat on the dusty ground in public and staring up towards the royalty the captain gave his cheesiest ‘i’m sorry’ expression.

A minuscule pause ensued as a sense of hesitancy was laced within the prince’s mobility once he perceived the words wherein the other bequeathed unto him. “… Are you certain you’ll listen? Do you really promise?” The queries were made out of curiosity, meticulously scrutinizing the expression upon his countenance for the sake of espying him in a web of lies.





salutificator:

          “The trek across the steppe. That’s what I mean.” Nigh caring is her claim. Comrades sticking their necks out for one another.

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Rivers of ebony spikes swayed precariously as the prince gave the soldier an inclination of the head and cerise folds dichotomized as he spoke. “I see.” A murmur was given in response afore flickering caerulean gems upon the horizon over the yonder. “Do you mind if I ask what is the purpose of this journey?”