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[di--lestrudel]

ooc; don’t know who still follows me on here and who’d be interested, but i’ve started rping again after like ?? a year ???? probably longer ??????? i can be found over on this blog !! starting over again is going to be hard, but i’m open to rp with anyone !!

Booker DeWitt | Self-Employed Private Investigator | Winner of the World’s Worst Dad Award

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▼ Independent roleplay blog (Face claim: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

▼ 6+ years of roleplay experience / 15+ years of personal writing experience

▼ Crossover, multi-fandon and OC friendly

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▼ Multi-shipper

▼Mun is 21+ and will roleplay NSFW

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#hello it took me ten million tried to remember how to get into this account #but come follow and write with me #pls

[di--lestrudel]

haha so my dad and i didn't even have coffee. we just met at starbucks, talked for a total of like seven minutes and then he said he had to go

okay then

#ooc

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[ wow okay i remember why i'm so fucking sick with the majority of the sherlock fandom. because people who frantically ship sherlock and john are disgusting and personally attack people who don't believe in their fictional ship- that, might i add, is not canon and never will be canon. why is this even still an on-going argument? also, why are people being attacked over a television show? honestly GROW THE FUCK UP. you're embarassing yourselves. ]

#ooc #just wow #the shit i'm seeing on my dash is incredible

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Arrow photo challenge: Day 13: Favorite Lance » Quentin Lance ( aka papa Lance )

#daft old face #dinGUS

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{outofevidence}

i called my dad and he couldn't recognise my voice for a moment B)

i feel both great and. like. Idk. i haven't seen my dad since i've started t and that's going to be six months next week. i'm gonna get coffee with him tomorrow and maybe he'll accept my transition now. ;;

#ooc #[ i don't have high hopes but yknow #whateves ]

[di--lestrudel]

Here is a crappy rip of Frank’s song in case you missed it. 

#greg's music #[also excuse me frank's solo music is so great #gerards too #i'm so happy they're still making music ]

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#daft old face #caroline #the ex

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Bastian's strong grip and his shaky words made Greg almost stop breathing, the lump that was already in his throat growing larger, the tears that had been staying put finally leaking out and sliding silently down his cheeks. "Bastian," He said firmly, not making any move to leave the man's side, remaining as still as possible, trying to give his husband something to hold onto. "Yes, you can. I'm here. I'm here and I'm never leaving you no matter what. I promise you. I swear, nothing is going to take me away and you have me. You have me forever and I'm going to do everything I can to make this okay. I promise. I promise, so just- it's going to be okay, Sebastian. It's going to be okay." His voice was thick by the end of his words, unable to continue, an he just curled his hands up in Bastian's hospital gown, not sure what to do, what to say; Bastian was always so strong, so to have him break down and say he couldn't- Greg didn't know what to do.

M!A: Blindness||Open

#nolongeratiger

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Greg closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, feeling Bastian's lips kiss the back of his neck again and again. "I dunno what the fuck I was thinking. It was- I'm sorry." He pulled away just enough so Bastian pulled out, then turned, pressed back up against the man and wrapping his arms tightly around him, feeling his eyes prickle with tears, but he determinedly kept them at bay. "I love you so much."

Sebastian huffed a slight laugh and pressed his lips into Greg’s neck possessively, kissing him over and over. “I love y’too, darlin’. Y’know I love you. That’s why I’m tellin’ you them drugs ain’t allowed back in here, yeah? You’re mine, darlin’, and I’m yours,” he told him, caressing his sides as he curled around his body protectively, feeling himself softening inside of Greg’s hole.

#nolongeratiger #NSFW

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"Well, one of us has to, I guess." Greg said quietly, looking at his feet rather than his husband, biting his lips, almost wishing Bastian could see the situation as he did. At the same time, however, Greg knew how pessimistic he was being, but in all honesty, he was just terrified. "I-... I don't- Bas, I don't want to die. I don't want to die, I don't-..."

“I know that time has numbered my days.”

"Shove off, Greg. I don’t care what those idjuts say up at th’ hospital, you’ve got plenty of days still left in you."

#nolongeratiger #cancer tw

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"I just-" Greg was actually struck by the question for a moment, knowing that John wouldn't ever mean violent blows, but he brushed it off. "I never said I wouldn't be able to get a fair few punches in, but it'd be no contest between you and I." Greg said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss John. "Oh, I know. And you. I'm so glad I have you."

If I wanted to leave, I would've left by now.

I know, but don’t I frustrate you at all? Even I know I’m stubborn to a ridiculous point.

#loyalbloggerwhowaits #[ as a man with a history of domestic abuse why do you think he assumed john meant violent blows? #whoops ]

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"Well, I suppose that's true. Although, I was already working a desk job when the Nazi's took over and recruited me." It was funny to Greg how he used the word recruit. They were friendly enough, but Greg knew at the time he couldn't have said no. Anyone who even mildly opposed the regime was put into the camps. The entire country- no, the entire world by this point- had all gone completely verrückt, and Greg just had to go along with it or suffer the consequences. "I do get to see one of my brothers at least. My other brother is currently deployed in Poland. I last saw him in November. I hope he's doing well..." Greg broke out into a smile, attempting to keep the air light and friendly. "So, tell me, Herr Moran, what are your interests? Lighten up the conversation a bit, hm?"

Forbidden

#nolongeratiger

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Oh, he'd missed that. Only Jade ever called him Tiger- hell, if someone else tried, they wouldn't have survived the experience. It was something only they had, and Greg had thought he'd never hear the name pass Jade's lips again. As Jade took off his trousers, Greg's mouth was busy on her collar bone, hands moving till they were on her breasts, handling her boarding on rough. He was torn between waiting to just take her, quick and fast, or take his time, revel in the fact that she was back and alive.

Jade had idea of her own, and Greg groaned when her slim fingers curled around his cock, hips pressing forward automatically. "Jesus, Jade..." He growled, sweeping one arm up so he could bury his fingers into her hair, tugging slightly. His head fell back a little when she ran her thumb up his shaft and he guided her head down, shuddering slightly.

The Return || Jade & Greg

Jade’s mouth practically watered when she saw Greg’s growing erection, biting her lip and glancing up at him through her lashes. “C’mon, Tiger. I know you want this just as much as I do, if not more.” She purred the words like the Tigress she was, moving to help him get her trousers off. Two flicks and she heard them fall to the floor, and she shoved her own knickers off—his favorite ones.

She was bare now, only for his eyes to see her scarred and battered body, but it was still his, no matter how much she hated her own skin now. But these marks were marks she wore with honor and with pride. She escaped so many men and women, though she was close to dying before, but she had made it back to her home, back to who her home was.

She reached down now, deft fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking him slowly to keep him getting harder. She kept her lips parted, just in case he wanted her mouth first, and ran a gentle thumb over the head of his cock to gather some wetness to stroke him better.

#madammoriarty #[ oh man i'm having so much trouble writing straight porn gosh ]

[di--lestrudel]

Fly Me To the Moon - Frank Sinatra

In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby kiss me 

#greg's music

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A Maldives beach awash in bioluminescent Phytoplankton looks like an ocean of stars

#honeymoon in greece #johnstrade verse

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"Make me a grilled cheese and I’ll basically do anything you want."

#[ i'll suck your dick if you promo me #i mean #what ]

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Testing out the pain in his back by leaning slowly forward, Greg found that he was able to move, and he very carefully got to his feet. "Now, a snack sounds like a very good idea." He agreed, walking towards his family, grinning at Emily Rose. "Then we can really get moving, hmm? Papa'll show you some of his real moves." He winked, wrapping an arm around Bastian's shoulders and going in to kiss their daughters cheek. "C'mon, then." He said, leading the way to the kitchen, pack of mostly melted peas in his other hand. 

Put on Your Red Shoes

#nolongeratiger