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>> We're an archive here. Tumblr messed my tags. Follower count a bit overwhelming. SO WE LIVE HERE SAME URL -- > ruthlessnessisyourdesire
All 20 drafts I have here will be moved and continued there. Asks will not be moving. Inbox will be purged here. Blog transition in progress.
I will be following certain people from the new blog. If you want to follow the new one otherwise hop on over. Other than that this blog is an archive. Undesirables need not to follow. But I don't have that problem now ;)
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> YO so tumblr has fucked up my tags. I mean royally fucked them up. They've been like this for a while and it's making things difficult when I do write stuff on here. I have a lot of blogs too and this is the only one it's happening to so my decision is moving 60 and his stuff to a new spot. Same url. Nothing deleted here. Archive to help me get all his lore, headcanons etc.
Nothing is changing. Not even the theme. But the spot is moving. When I get around to this I will drop the link to the new blog spot. Besides, the amount of follows here is astronomically overwhelming too so a fresh place is just what I need.
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>> I pop back on to more pron blogs following. It's an epidemic on all my blogs tbh. Purging them down. 60 is semi-hiatus rn. Semi cause I do have muse for certain things but I'm hyper focused on @creation-is-chaos and @detroitfortune out of my boys. I am hopping around casually on my girls blogs but most comfortably @aroaringlioness and @wickedandtrue.
Yes I still have drafts to update. 60's plots have stalled otherwise. If you really wanna poke me for something your best bet is Corvus.
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"Hypothetical scenarios always lead to some semblance of truth in realism." The android purposely noted her answer as a somewhat true conclusion in the event this transpires. Who is to say it will not? Humans are still wary of androids. Androids are still filled with hatred towards humans. A never ending cycle even long after this revolutionary road comes to a dead end. That is not to say all oppose the other. Their relationship is a clear example that his kind and her kind may live harmoniously. Even if they began off the wrong track.
"You are a cunning detective," he eased a compliment into his discussion, placing a hand atop hers. "You may do whatever you desire and I will be there."
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With the sisters hiding the wolf cub it became clear that young pup 'Caleb' had been adopted into the family. Family is what he lost. His mother killed, his siblings murdered at the hands of a hunter. The very same hunter that fathers the three young girls who give him bed and food. The gray wolf seemed to know this. At least he held a curious intelligence in his bright blue eyes. The same eyes that peered at each sister as they played with him.
He no longer missed his mother in that moment. She would never keep him warm again. Alas he had warmth on Daniela's bed when he curled up to sleep. At times he would nudged his head against her feet where he lay at the bottom.
Their evenings were similar. A routine the cub had expected now. Always as long as they hid him from their father. He could hear their whispers about how he might be catching on. As they were occupied with something, even their oldest Daniela had taken far too much interest in caring for a stray wolf cub.
All seemed to go according to plan. that is until the cub began showing some other signs of growth. He whined often. Even when he had everything he needed. The young one who found him seemed to be upset, worried but she still snuggled him. She spoke to him often softly. The other was a little louder but no less affectionate. Dahlia had been curious why he was behaving the way he is but Daniela had been the most logical. That he must miss his mother.
Caleb went missing one night. Not in the way that was expected. In the middle of the night he laid in a newly christened bed on the floor near Daniela's corner. Bigger now than he had been and unable to comfortably lay with her in bed. The furry wolf had suddenly become a naked boy.
"D-Daisy." he had said her name first, rousing the young girl who shot up wide eyed in bed. Searching for the voice quickly before a small yelp escaped at the sight of him.
Her noise alerted Dahlia instantly. Always with an ear out, too curious to miss something exciting but it was Daniela awoken last but not least of all shocked. She took on a quiet awe of the scene. The three sisters were at a loss, panic and everything in between. It only mattered which emotion matched which. They all mingled together in that discovery. Caleb had gone. In his place was a young boy. But soon it was clear Caleb had never left. This boy was Caleb in the flesh.
Absurd is what the oldest thinks. Caleb listens as they debate tales of wolves who turn into men. The legends were famous in the village. They just never expected there to be any truth to it.
A new problem had arisen with this revelation. They were able to hide Caleb in his wolf form. How could they do so now? Daniela may have been against this at the beginning she proves still to be the most intelligent, a cool cunning beneath her proper handling of things. She first voices the plan. Daisy is the one who will be the finder of an orphan. Very much as she had the first time. 
Their father is puzzled by the energy in the house that next day. It doe not take long for him to question. Tha tis when the plan falls into action. Caleb is presented as an orphan found lost and forggotten in the woods. A crime against humanity in the eyes of the man. He would kill and skin the young of a wolf mother has a completely different tune with that of a human lost, tossed away. It is then that he becomes aware of Caleb for the first time but never knowing his true origin. 
The hunter takes the boy under his wing. Happily he gives him a home, agreeing with his daughters they must do something. It is the right thing. After all he is a man who always wanted a son. If he could not have one before the death of their mother, he surely has been blessed with a chance now. 
Caleb is wary. Remembering this is the same who killed his mother, he must be because he smelled the same. However he can do nothing. The worry and pleas of the sisters make up his young developing mind. Developing is the main story for Caleb. He grows at an exceptional rate. He learns even quicker how to hunt. Becoming a hunter’s son by default opens up opportunity for the skill. Caleb becomes fast with the knowledge of a bow. 
With that he grows more. It becomes obvious he is not like normal boys. He once had been a wolf. Now he is like everyone else around him; Caleb’s growth spurt comes at a time for the hunter to notice the oddity of it in the beginning. The sisters worry now that he will find out Caleb is more than human. His special gift. That is what they call it and they have to hide it if he ever turns back. 
That is for naught. There is no meaning in hiding once the hunter father goes into the woods one night and never returns. His body is cold. Face frozen in terror as his heart had seemingly gave out in the chill of the forest. The healer could do nothing. He was already made for the grave. Mourning filled the house of the girls and the town as their lone hunter had gone to his death. Caleb felt heaviness in his heart. He had come to respect the hunter who treated him like a son. Even if he had killed his wolf mother he did not want him dead. 
Caleb soon reached a maturity the girls could not hide. He started as a small wolf cub. He transformed into a human boy. Now he surpassed that of a teenager and grew tall, tallest still at a sturdy six feet, broad shoulders filling out and eyes a rich earth brown. No longer the bright blue of his wolf persona but that of a soft eyed young man. A young man he had become reaching his early twenties before the growth spurt ceased. It had not been long for the girls at all. They had grown too but not rapidly nor old. They too remained young except Daisy had finally reached that age of maturity herself. 
Currently the village is holding a festival. The feast of the hunt. Following several predator sightings and subsequent banishing of those who would come to harm those of the village; Caleb had been the one to keep them at bay. With bow and arrow to the folk but to him it was his true form. The gray wolf who owns the village in a pack. His scent wafts throughout all covering the sisters especially in protection. 
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the board is empty bc it doesn’t mean or imply anything about you thank you for your time     
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>> Popping in to say "Happy 3rd Anniversary" to Detroit: Become Human. Right here on my OG blog with the ruthless king himself. It's been quite the ride in this fandom for me. I started in it prior to creating this blog. My love for 60 (and Connor) transitioned into the rpc and while people have come, gone and everything in between I am still here. This blog is still here. This blog with my dramatic roboboy will always be here. I will write him and he will always be too dangerous for some. But suave for others I have seen. ;)
I'm grateful to all the friends I have made being here. It's been a blast with my mains babes. You all know who you are. We still are hanging, writing, creating, gaming and everything in between. You are what keeps me thriving.
While my love of DBH and Sixty is still here, my muse has been higher in other places lately. I have a ton of blogs. Let's be real lol I don't just write DBH muses either. I have muses in other fandoms. I have fandomless. I have Vampire masquerade etc. It's all great fun for me and opens up to other connections and new friends. So yes Sixty is still bae. Muse is just low here.
After @itisnothingtodie made the awesome decision to give all of Simon's human verses their own blog, I have been highkey debating that for Sixty's non android verses. I'm not saying I'm doing it but my babe put the idea in my mind. Because honestly 'Caleb' gets a helluva lot more interaction than Sixty here. We will see but thank you loves for sticking around. uwu
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“Would you join in me making my enemies suffer a thousand times over and die a thousand deaths, my lamb?” The android paused to allow his question to sink in. There is an underlying glee in the idea. "Inquiring for an anonymous source."
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where are your pages, people?
so odd but it seems to me like I am seeing more and more blogs without any guidelines/about/etc pages. I’m honestly never going to follow back a blog that doesn’t have this stuff. I want to know a bit about the mun - age (this is not a smut thing; I just don’t want to get into certain themes with younger muns), name (if you’re trying to avoid putting any kind of name on your blog I’m honestly going to start figuring you’ve created drama elsewhere and you’re doing the sneaky), a bit about how you are playing your character (if it’s an OC, I expect a bio, if you’re a canon, I want to know where/when you situate yourself, etc).
Is this controversial? Make pages, people. Tell us who you are. And to the person who recently replied to me ‘I don’t have that stuff because it makes my themes look bad’ - rethink your priorities. Even a navi page with links to other stuff works fine.
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positivity for ruthlessnessisyourdesire : I’ve followed @ruthlessnessisyourdesire for a very long time and they’re still my favorite Sixty. Their writing is amazing and always has a flair for the dramatic. That’s just the kind of character Sixty is but it flows so well in everything I see! The mun is super talented and absolutely a fun person to see on the dash. I hope they continue to write Sixty for a very long time. I can’t imagine not seeing their posts. Their blog is too good!
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Stark and deadly it cut through the forest. A dire warning to most and even to the son of gods. He pauses, however, noting a touch of worry in that voice. Odd to discover concern among the domain of a beast. This monster is responsible for taking away something most precious in his life. How could he falter now?
Caleb dips his head. Avoiding long hanging branches, his fingers curl around the sword. He readies himself in the instance of battle. His shield raises to protect his field of vision, using the shined side to reflect his surroundings.
When he pushes through to the small clearing what he discovers is oddly unexpected. His eyes fall to the movement around the head of the figure. Snakes undulate in the air, hissing lowly almost beckoning to him. They appear oddly docile in comparison to the tales of those who had hence turned to stone.
"Beast," he calls to her. No, not her. He cannot think of this thing as a woman. Even if she had been but - "I am Caleb, Son of Zeus. Seeker of vengeance for the death you have caused. I slay you in the honor of the beloved you took from me."
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The prince only had a lover once before. Earlier on in his age but every royal must settle down. He had no issue. He longed for this as he longed for her. The touch of her hand, slow stroke drove him into a mad passion. Beautiful to kiss, allow his tongue to caress; Caleb moaned, steadying himself in that position. The ache for her is unimaginable.
"My Dani, yes," he hissed against her neck, taking her wrist holding her arm down. Releasing her stroke, he rubbed his body, shifting hips as he teased along her slit with the head of his cock. Her wetness from his lips welcomed him now.
He slid in, arching his back and grabbing onto the flesh of her hip. Plump. Curvy. Throbbing inside he went slow, letting her feel the long deep stroke. His breath left a harsh impression. His lips parted, hovering above hers and kissing her between his breathing.
Caleb moved. Snapping his hips to a rapid rhythm; his hands drew her legs up, smoothing along her skin.
To take her now as his wife pushes him to be less proper. He becomes something else in the night with her. He cannot control himself. Nor how fast he thrusts, rubbing a thumb in time to his new princess' clit in order to please her into release. That same he yearns to have. First time together entwined has a way of heightening the excitement. The young man has never seen or felt something so beautiful. She is a need.
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positivity for all OCs : I think it is essential to take a moment to appreciate all of your MAGNIFICENT ocs on this site. I have the utmost respect for all of you because the amount of work and development your muses take is astronomical. On top of that, you guys are underappreciated, so here’s your reminder that you are loved by many.  It is such a pleasure to see all of you on my dash. Keep up the good work <3 
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>> Tumblr is forgetting my tags constantly so I’m going to compile a masterlist of them. More so for myself because he has a ton of them especially for aus/verses and I can’t remember all of them lol 
Also going to work on new banner graphics sometime. The general ones and ones for every single verse. ;)  Gotta purge the inbox down though. He’s close to 80 and I just can’t deal there. 
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@bloomingascension​ said:
A dimensional rift spits her out, and she tumbles onto the cold snow. The sudden freezing air jolts her skin, shocking her enough to elicit a gasp out of her mouth. Selene hisses, her hand pressing against her side, stemming the trickle of blood slowly tainting the white around her red. Weakened and wounded, the grip on her powers waver--and with a flash of light, Selene, reverted back into Lotus, just a coffee shop girl. She lets out a tired sigh, and slumps on her back, unconscious.
A disturbance in the atmosphere compelled him to exit his ice fortress this evening. The energy had displaced the air. Enough to warrant his attention even as he mostly stayed within in the castle; the Snow King held dominion over this realm even in his isolation. Exile is better than death. To this day centuries on assassins still attempt to take his life. Some use the sigil of the sun king. Others follow tales of myth and discover him very much real. Perhaps they seek treasures within. A fool’s errand as he is a monster who turns opposors to ice. Yes, he is dangerous. 
The words of his mother from then still echo in his mind today. It makes him all the more responsible for what he does. Even as he uses his power now to protect what is left. What does it change? 
One instance does. One moment as he discovers a figure lost, forgotten in the snow. A stormis brewing tonight. Another blizzard on the rise and as he approaches it would appear this strangeness that crackled the air brought on something impossible. 
The king kneels down in his blue cloak. Pulling the hood back, his eyes are wide as he stares down at her. A face ingrained endlessly to memory. “Impossible,” a quiet murmur is lost on the wintry wind. The back of his hand pressed to her cheek. Frigid she feels but alive. 
Caleb does not question. He acts. Quickly gathering her up from the soft ground, he picks her up into his arms. The snow began to frost in her hair. Her complexion pale amid the weather as it turned soured faster. With haste the snow king carried her back to his castle out of the oncoming blizzard. 
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“Do not worry my fair Dani,” the prince whispered against her ear. A lavish way to caress her without using his hands. This evening he prays to bask in her glory. He is far too impatient. Craving alone time with her in a private bed chamber, Caleb does look forward to their royal honeymoon. “Your sister is a wonderful young lady. The newly crowned king of the Golden Fortress is a man of good character. He is an ideal choice.” 
Be it far better her youngest sister wed Prince Callum, soon to be king, than that of the bloody king. It still amazes him how Dahlia wanted Corvus so badly she chose to swap places. If only Caleb knew the full extent of that blood oath they made or what nearly happened to his new wife prior. 
Future sight is all he has with her. There is nothing else that matters. He takes her hand now, pressing a kiss atop her knuckles softly. 
His lips find her again in the evening. Finally alone, caressing her curves over the nightgown she wears. His nightshirt tossed down, trousers loose as he steps forward. Giving his bride a push to the bed, the prince allows the firelight to dance over her long tresses. A sight he adores as he watches her closely, shifting a hand to remove his garment down his hips. 
The young man is excited in more ways than one. He crawls up towards her, capturing her lips, pushing her gown up to uncover her hips. “Let me kiss every part of your body,” his breath ghosts along her neck. Pulling the gown over her head, Caleb allows his lips to work down to her breast. A suckle and kiss leaves a wet trail as he sinks further down. 
Her thighs knead beneath his fingers. His tongue making way in slow drag along her slit. The Prince decides to give her first then he will bury himself. It is only fair to worship that which he loves. 
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