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mirage in the apex spa day art, thank you :)

#THATS ALL. HES SO SILLY #cant partake in blood sport without nails. ok #delete.

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vaneshu.

van's tongue was quick, diego felt his had to be quicker. he had to make it known he wasn't invested, put up the guise there were no emotions in skin-to-skin and bad jokes in between hitched breath. had to beat the other to it to avoid the exact thing he was making him feel, down and insignificant. push him away. don't get attached. body shifted on the edge of the bed as he pulled boots up by their laces, watching van like a hawk. part of him wanted comebacks, backfire- something in him flurried when he was met with less than. almost nothing. " yeah? " repeated diego, brows raising as heat clutched his insides and twisted. oh, this was rich.

he let this guy into his bed, his space, and this was how it was gonna go? he was down to fuck, just with no strings. it wasn't rocket science. he picked up on the monotone, just enough to recognize he'd struck a nerve or two. disappointment imbedded in his chest as he haphazardly tugged a shirt back over it. a few beats as he waited for more, teeth gritting at the agreement to his own phrasing.

" oh, don't- " he began again after the jab, though something caught at his throat, the same way it always did when his body flashed with irritation. or worse. he tried again, again, one more time. until his features distorted, brows furrowed as he stood to clammer for for his belt. " y'know what? bull-shit. " decided between teeth, roll of the eyes as they met van's frame again, not directly. shake of the head. " you'll be back. "

#savorre #hey #' threads: diego hargreeves.

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

#over here too maybe zzzz

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me after picking up yet another character who's constantly going through it but uses humor and silliness to cope with it all: oops! my finger slipped. 🤠

#i havent actually done it yet but. shakes my fist. #i have a soft spot for characters who dont shut up and are funny. #ill try to be here over the weekend i have lovely things to reply to. #maybe this is about cayde-6 destiny 2. maybe its not. maybe it #grrrhhhhrrr #mobile.

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i miss it over here 🤠

#looks at my roster: you will be added to soon #rarrrrrrrr hi #silly hobby i forget to partake in sometimes more at 11 #mobile.

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Here's a website where Palestine GoFundMes are vetted and shared that you can send out to people. The url is gazafunds.com

Easy to use and simple. Just share the site whenever someone asks for GFMs for Palestine.

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@savorre's richard grayson to peter parker : you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.

new york felt awfully still that night, interestingly enough given it's usual volume. it'd made his patrol route feel heavy and pointless, zipping through the dark while keeping an eye on flowing streets and civilians en route from work. if provided a familiar sense of dread that anchored itself deep into his stomach, a distant wish for home despite being in the heart of it. that same feeling lingered rather stubborn, even as he sat on buildings edge next to empty containers of comfort food and nightwing himself. one of the spider's many hiding spots served well for bonding and contemplation. or both, which seemed to be the air of the evening.

his partner's comment struck him, recognizable twisting of his insides driven by shame. undeniable embarrassed heat that draped his shoulders, which kept his eyes locked on folded mask in his lap. if it was one thing he appreciated about their relationship, what they did, was the honesty. that didn't mean peter could always stomach it right away, though. the other was right, among every groan and self deprecating jab he failed to realize surrounding impact. body fell back with a soft grunt, his back now flat against rooftop, arms stacked over his middle. mostly to avoid eye contact and focus on the lack of stars in overhead void.

" i- i didn't know. " he confessed quietly, the logo on his chest expanding every now and then with deep breaths. it always caught up to him, the weight of the job and sense of duty. endless runarounds of why him? was he even good enough for this? responsibility this, responsibility that. he was tired, he decided as he sat up again. " is it- really that bad? " he wondered, dark browns searching the side of lovers face. this wasn't the time for what would may say? what would ben do? he needed to think for himself. maybe take the advice.

" i don't not believe in myself, i- " began again as he pulled his knees up to his chest, chin following to rest atop. whatever he was about to finish was a lie and he knew an apology wouldn't suffice either. " okay, maybe i don't- really- i mean i do sometimes but- " one hand rose to run through brunette tufts, gaze downcast towards bright lights. something burned in his throat, a question he wasn't really ready to ask. " i dunno how to stop second guessing. " admitted with a murmur, croaked almost. " i'd love to bottle your confidence. "

#savorre #ugh. UGH. HELP #THEY MAKE ME REALLY SAD #' answered: peter parker.

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@warhunts liked for cole cassidy.

night air bit mercilessly at the back of his neck, sending something tense and taut down his back. if it weren't for the weather, something else would've left him alert, on guard and wary. like a presence in the wind and every time it changed direction. cole almost recognized the ominous and dark feeling, someone quiet despite their towering size. stoic and gruff to match expressionless skull that masked dark and distant eyes. still reckoned it was nice to see a familiar face.

" wouldn't happen t'have a- light on ya, would'ya? " he spoke only to put a few cracks in the tension, aged and tired eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. no matter what he saw, how large or terrifying, it seemed nothing would compare to the ghost himself. " seem t'have forgotten mine- "

#warhunts #for ghost:) #maybe post recall for fun or something #' threads: cole cassidy.

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@reudhood liked for jill valentine

unfamiliar surroundings called for extra caution, the need to survive already instinctual in gritted teeth and and readied weapon. this place was dark and grim, neck to neck with the fall of raccoon city. one of many differences this time around was the current threat, infection not much of a surprise, though not very recognizable either. something she'd never seen before. caught up in the fight and near outnumbered, tired chest heaved as her bullets did their job. then, quicker than she realized, a flash of red and some form of begrudging aid. just in time.

i thought you were the person to handle these guys. strangers greeting tightened her jaw, cueing a weapon inspection as a distraction. " i don't know, i thought i handled that pretty well, but thanks. " jill claimed, halfhearted and airy with exhaustion, question of her capability always struck more nerve than she'd ever admit to. heavy sigh and a look around, boots shifted over corpses. " and who are you? "

#reudhood #' threads: jill valentine. #based off of our discord convo from forever ago!

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@savorre's nick demirci to ellis mckinney : i thought we agreed i'm the boss ?!

when would it end, really? the wandering, the scavenging, the slicing and dicing of endless undead that admittedly still gave him a kick. he didn't know and preferred to keep it far away and out of his mind, there was no use in worrying about something he knew nothing about. careful hand wrapped as-good-as-it-gets gauze around his wrist, making sure it felt nice and tight. ellis left somewhat oblivious to his surroundings and what everyone else was doing, until uproar kicked his listening back into gear. the fighting, too. that also never seemed to end. low groan and palms flush to old bench on which he sat, he was on his feet in no time at all.

" nick- " butting in as he wandered up, comfortable palm onto the other's shoulder as he was brought up to speed, thanks to coach. as much as he himself would take any opportunity to impress, even this was too hard to watch. " we'll tear each other apart before any of them biters can if we keep goin' on like this. " said the man who was readily convinced he was completely immortal. uncertain blues shifted between each of the three and then back at nick, his hand giving a hardy squeeze before dropping back to his side.

" there ain't no boss, each of us is good at one thing or another that someone else ain't. " that was just the way it was, though nick's specialty just so happened to be telling everyone else what to do. maybe it was some sort of an unsaid rule and role, he wasn't too sure. now he felt stuck between mediating and letting the man have his win. " but I'll tell you what- " he began again after some thought and further chatter, head canting the way it always did when he had a less-than desirable idea. " you can pick what kinda car we hotwire next, if it makes y'feel any better. "

#savorre #his solution doesn't help at all but we know how he is about his cars #so its like. an underlying affectionate offer but it doesnt get them very far in resolution LMAOAA #i love left 4 dead #' answered: ellis mckinney.

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@45auto's pathfinder to elliott witt : you're a great friend!

he couldn't think past the grazes in his cheeks and bruising in his knuckles, body moving like he'd just taken adrenaline through syringe. coming out alive from firefight was always a swift reminder of mortality, a rare moment where confidence wavered in the form of 'did that just happen?' and further disbelief he was still breathing, despite how prideful he was of his marksmanship. now would his back slump against closed door, body weighted towards the floor as tuned back in. that was the moment the automaton's statement sunk in, rendering deep brows nice and wide and a scramble back to his feet. palms splayed themselves in a halting motion.

" aha- wait wait wait- " sputtering almost as he pushed a smile and reformed his stance. previously ignorant view on the the unit had watered down towards understanding, at the least he'd refrained from referring to him as a scary murder robot. and other nicknames of the sort. hands clasped together as though he was about to give the lecture of a lifetime. " friend? listen- pathy- can i call you pathy? " distraction steered his gaze, before he snapped back to. " anyway, i don't really 'do' friends. only uh- enemies, exes and my adoring fans- obviously. " not at all his struggle to keep personal relationships in tact to blame, definitely not.

another beat or two, gloved fingers through his hair and shoulders heaving with a sigh. the famous mirage couldn't help but recall a few minutes ago where they'd worked pretty well together. how he definitely couldn't have done it alone, not that he'd ever admit it. " but- but uh, thanks, buddy. " one last sigh as a hand rose for a shoulder pat, but awkwardly stopped mid-air, fingers clenched and unclenched in hesitance. " y'know, you're- you're not so bad yourself. "

#45auto #bites you #' answered: elliott witt.

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The sexual tension between a girl and not feeling real every time her birthday comes around

#' jill valentine. #' ana amari.

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RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE (2023) — motionresque [x] dev. Capcom

#' scenery. #' resident evil. #gif tw #long post tw

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peter parker save me ... save me peter parker

#if u know me. looks at the Spider-Man atuff all over my office. my magnum opus. #except i paper mache all of the medias together. not mcu though. #wheres that post thats like. im fine but there's a horrible darkness inside of me. #points and points and points #no my inner child is Not deeply attached to him what are you talking about! #me when one guy falls in love with everyone he meets but also perceivably ruins everything he touches #me when hes so loserboy but also a pain in the ass #me when he's such a nerd and loves science #me when he is grieving at least SOMETHING twenty-four seven. seven days a week. #i miss him but a solo wouldn't be wise i just. starts crying #if you know you know ! truly my favorite guy #mobile.

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@savorre's richard grayson to peter parker : i'm sorry , you think you're in charge?

high stress, high stakes. he didn't seem to have his head screwed on right regardless. anxiety retching itself up and out of his throat in ways that weren't unusual, though definitely uncalled for under specific circumstance. no thought prior to his speech and allowance for demand to slip off his tongue, classic so-called parker pride placing a wedge between him and his partner in- well, everything. grip tightened around the thread on which he hung, to keep it taut and prevent more slack, halting in his descent at the question thrown his way. involuntarily, it burned a hole in his middle and rose heat over every inch of him. bitterness, irritation sat on his tongue and begged to come out. " what? no! "blurted instead in utter surprise. who said i was in charge? i never said i was in charge. this time he took a moment or two, deep and slow inhale as lens boarders indicated closed lids. don't say anything stupid.

" i never- we're a team- we've always been a team. " like two puzzle pieces, he saw it. fitting together to make a whole and pick up where the other couldn't. rinse and repeat. " you know? with a capital T? dynamic duo? wings and webs? " dawning on him was his previous behavior as he dropped to the ground with a soft plop, something twisting in his gut as he steadied on his feet. lucky his face was hidden for now, avoidance and abrasiveness finally making sense to him. one step forward to reach out for the other's wrist, gentle contact in gloved fingertips.

" look i'm- i'm sorry, alright? " voice dialed down a notch or two, his apology and make-up skills fell a bit mediocre, though the way his shoulders slumped left a decent indication of guilt. " i dunno what's gotten into me, but if you wanna call the shots from now on? that's fine. " something bad always happened when he let his mental state stew, usually in the form of lacking in strength. not like this. arm reeled itself back to his side, posture straightened. " i'll follow your lead, whatever it takes-. "

#savorre #save me spidwering... sp #um this can be night city or nyc i tried to make it vague enough! #me when peter and his big mouth! #no one will understand or misunderstand each other like they do #' answered: peter parker.

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𝑙𝑒𝑜𝑛.

holding the other up and accountable whilst overdoing their own selves was practice that would most likely never die. she found it funny more often than not, rather than concerning or hypocritical. taking another glance at early morning glow as she leaned back a bit in her seat, legs folded over each other before her hands nestled into her lap. seemed like they would be there awhile, she may as well get more comfortable and give opened tabs and text walls a rest. to finalize her decision, glasses were plucked from the bridge of her nose and rested beside well-used keyboard. leon's question pushed her lips together into a line, any comment prevented by another slow sip of bitterness and cream. he thought he was funny.

" okay, smart guy. i should've been in bed hours ago- happy? " teased back and tracked him with her eyes as he stood up and moved about. immediate and undeniable relief further weighted her posture, warmth fluttering in her stomach at the way caring hands kneaded at soreness. " suggestion considered " sighed as one hand reached to take hold of his wrist, her head tipping to rest against his forearm. there it was, sudden wave of grogginess and realization hit her like a truck. damn it, was he doing this on purpose? " oh, you know- " trailed off with a stifled yawn as her lids pried back open, free hand setting ceramic down so she could save her work. it would be a shame if late hours had been for nothing. " the usual- report, of sorts. "

#buriedabove #' claire redfield.

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good morning, this is my formal request for more familial dynamics. I have five dollars approximately.

#i need to update my roster. AGAIN #but like. solid family stuff seems to be what im lacking and i grrrgrrrrr #i have muses who need mentor or guardian figures or vice versa #or like sibling esque dynamics fun too brrrr #anyway happy friday !! #mobile.