#FATECURSED

[knightfeared]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍. Every slowly taken breath, every deepened exhale that further paint the image he's built & maintained linger, but where there's a slight brush of skin or the nudge of a thigh, it sparks. He's curious, as it's always driven him, this time is no different, maybe more woven in something dangerously tender, but he's allowing it to continue regardless.

To see just where it'd lead further, the choice is offered as it always is.

Would the other use it to push things along? Or would he be polite, step back & put an end to things before they could escalate. Would he take offence? Who really knew, but the seconds that drum on by are silent, heavily wrought with a pensive tension, even long after the inventor places his hands at his waist, a guiding sort of action meant to hasten things along. Thumbs move, caressing the dip of them beneath his clothes, & Jayce feels how they flex in some indecision before they smoothly settle, more firm, more sure. They don't quite swamp him, but they make him feel smaller, something that thrills him.

He notes how they hold him lightly, not like he was fragile, but in unfamiliarity. Like he was more or less trying to forge a path in how to proceed in his mind like a battle plan. New territory for both, it seemed. It's an oddly endearing thought.

But the Noxian moves, finally — bare hands moving to work on prying button by button through their loops, summoning the clattering sound of his belt buckle as it sways open. Spiking at a bone-deep jittering, he feels all too rigid where he stands as the other continues, eyeing him with a hum when his hand dips beneath that waistband of his underwear. A sharp inhale is taken, held a few moments as his face heats when Darius curls a big hand around him. A few strokes make him waver like a swaying tower, eyes lidding over as he huffs out a smooth laugh.

❝ Courtesy of my current company. ❞

One rests one of his own hands on the bend the fighter's neck, the space between throat & shoulder, an encouraging drag of his thumb given over heated skin. Looks like he had his answer. Still — he presses his lips together, swallowing thickly at the warmth, at the words, a warring crash of responses clattering together as he feels some giddy amusement at the promise, along with something undeniably flustered. The urge to goad it along, to poke & prod despite the simmering intensity, it's got a lure, so he clings to it, wrapping himself in it's comforting charm & momentary boldness like fingers holding a mask in place.

He leans in, mindful of the other's frame against him, the tightened curl of his hold in teasing warning, trying to drag his mind from focusing too much on the feeling of being worked harder. As affected as he is, he never was one to make things easy. With a stubborn glint in his eyes as he catches smirking lips with his own, Jayce nips at their edge, the peek of teeth cheekily encouraging it as he peers up at him.

❝ Remember what I said about being stubborn . . . ❞ He murmurs in an amused tone. He can try to devour him — it's a welcome challenge, one that feeds into his more mischievous nature, prickles at his own interest like wood to a flame. Darius was full of surprises, something that's already hooked him in, as much as he tries to deny it doesn't.

*ASK CONTINUED. ➤   @fatecursed

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #fatecursed #❝ Seen your hearts don't you forget. All that's past are what comes next. ❞ . ( FATECURSED. ) #MUSE: [ JAYCE TALIS. ] #╰┈➤ ┊❛ SUGGESTIVE ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ VEILED IN THE DARK. / NOT SFW. ❜┊

[demonsfate]

oh, his face is turning red. ❝ mm . . . you'd like that ? ❞

#fatecursed #🔥 - ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #spicy #(✿◡‿◡)

[ryusxnka]

@fatecursed ( For Isshin. )

          " ----- Caaaaaptaaaaain!! "

#;Starter #;Third seat #fatecursed #Bothers you

[farginen]

@fatecursed / continued.

“ you don't? ”   she asks part skeptical, part surprised. perhaps even partly disappointed too.  “ i guess you won't mind it if sir benjamin ii shows up at some point. ”   

#fatecursed #she's having too much fun with this😭

[deathsprofit]

//every time @fatecursed post about this hot bastard..

#ghost #fatecursed #cid #why u gotta do us like that? #target meme

[orangeshinigami]

@fatecursed LIKED.

Ichigo cleared his throat, scratched the back of his head as he struggled to find the right words to make the question he'd been wanting to ask his father for a while now. He opened his mouth, only to close it again seconds later-- ugh. What if he just turned around and left? Nah, his dad would probably follow him and pester him until he said what was going on. If only he hadn't made his need to say something known by clearing his throat, he'd be able to just flee from the living room now without it looking too suspicious.

"Um, I've been wondering-- " He began, paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. "What made you realize you liked, liked my mother?" Was he about to ask his dad of all people for advice about matters of the heart? Yep, that was what he would at least try to do. What? The man standing before him could be an idiot sometimes but he was still his father and one was supposed to talk about this kinda stuff with their parents, right?

Goddamn it, he was regretting asking that question already.

Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?

#fatecursed #thought this could be funny and interesting #but lemme know if you need me to change anything #( v: main. )

[nvrcmplt]

pokes the oni booty

Fushimi:

#fatecursed #« ( Fushimi ) » Answers. #━━ ｢ Banter ｣ #denied

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ――  ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & ᴅᴀʀɪᴜs 「 @fatecursed 」 ≣ Continued Thread = ❝ Protective sister mode activated ❞

Eyes scanned over the man, examining him in more than just the superficial appearance. She could read a person, their habitus, and learn more about their past than what words might say. From scars to non-verbal reactions, she would figure out who he was and what he wanted from Jayce. When it came to Jayce, she was highly protective of him because she didn't want him hurt and knew from Piltover that people would take the tiny bit of kindness and use or abuse it.

They stood toe to toe, while Darius had a more muscular build, they were close to the same height that Caitlyn could stare him directly in the eyes and her sharp cerulean eyes didn't look away.

A brow raised at the sentence, tilting her head just slightly to the left as her hand waved to the side. "Do I look that old that I could be Jayce's mother?" She questioned, as she knew she didn't look THAT old. She was younger than Jayce, and she tried her best not to roll her eyes at that. Eyes flicked over the red colors of Noxus, the symbolic use of colors everywhere in this world. But it wasn't just the colors that gave him away, the way he carried himself and the scars that echoed battle-worn warrior. "but no, I'm worse. I'm his sister," Did it matter that it was chosen family bonds and not by blood? No, to Caitlyn, she was Jayce's sister and that's all that matters. There was no reason why blood should dictate who mattered to her; Jayce was one of the few people she could count on her fingers who cared about her.

And she had to make sure he was safe and that this person wasn't going to take advantage of his need for approval or his tender heart. It's not that she didn't think Jayce couldn't take care of himself but there were too many cruelties in this world that she wasn't going to take a chance. "You're from Noxus?"

#fatecursed #[muse] caitlyn — interactions. #[post canon verse] — its time for change. #[panda speaks] — tracker. #thread: taking care of my brother

[knightfeared]

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃, 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄. With an arched brow, he studies the other openly, grin a curved line neatly bleeding in amusement when he feels hands start to wander. The unspoken, very blunt reassurance it was okay to touch being taken generously — his gaze thins with a snort when Carlos continues.

❝ I wouldn't say it's a completely hidden thing. ❞ Not an entire lie, but it's still skirting well around the truth in his admission. He keeps a lot of things about himself under careful wraps. A thing he's gotten better at being far more secretive about in his crawling age — rarely indulged in much outside of the rare times his cravings, his need for physical comfort, grew to be too much. The passing of responsibilities, of control to someone else to take the lead for a change. To be the one left in someone else's hands. It's a vulnerable thing, allowing someone else that kind of intimate control. In the past, he'd only allowed a few people that power. A number he can count on a single hand, on less than three fingers.

Focusing on the way warm fingertips, soon joined by heated palms sprawl over the tops of his thighs, they glide further along until they settle on their chosen mark. The steady thrum of anticipation is one he braces for in advance, but all it does is make him more aware with each movement. Chris laughs, combing his hand further into the other's hair, teasingly clutching his fingers in the promise of a grasp.

❝ Big words. ❞ He mutters, allowing himself to be guided in close. While the kiss is nice, it's not exactly what he wants. Still cradled close, the urge to steal another rears its head, but he tamps it down, dilated hazel flickering between the other's sights, still feeling the presence of a hand at his face. Leaning into it with a pointedly twitchy grin, he's as pliant as he can be, open to the idea as he teases. ❝ If you really think you can step up, I'm not stopping you. ❞

*ASK CONTINUED. ➤   @fatecursed

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #fatecursed #❝ Seen your hearts don't you forget. All that's past are what comes next. ❞ . ( FATECURSED. ) #❝ Colors & figures - sway. Love they might lift you away. If I lead would you follow? ❞ ➛ -`ˏ CHRIS ╲ CARLOS ˎ´- ★ FATECURSED #MUSE: [ CHRIS REDFIELD. ] #╰┈➤ ┊❛ SUGGESTIVE ❜┊

[demonsfate]

his design gets more confusing the more you look at it. 💀 even if he does look cool. like bro is literally wearing four(?) different layers on his torso. which we've always asked how does dj get a shirt on with wings, but how does he get a jacket, belted vest, ANOTHER vest(?) and then a turtle neck underneath all on? and tbh it's kinda hard to understand just WHAT is going on. like his jacket for example. does the sleeves just... cut off at the biceps/shoulders and then suddenly continue at the forearm? just because the belts on his biceps match the first vest layer, and the forearm sleeves match more of his jacket, and they actually look like they're "wrapping around" the belted part of the arm.

the concept art doesn't really help explain the logic of his outfit either.

as i've discussed confusion upon him removing the jacket. as it appears he has these weird shoulder things over his vest... but it seems the turtleneck may not be a long sleeved one, seeing as upon closer inspection, his arms seem to be bare... they just gotten a redesign. (no elbow bone, likely to explain how he can even wear a long sleeved jacket, how his arms are still red but don't really appear to be as "gauntlet" shaped as they used to be, and now they're mostly black instead of just being a lil black)

considering the shape and length of the jacket's tailcoat, and how it's red inside, as well as the design on his vests, i have a STRONG feeling they are trying to go for something that resembles the tek6 look.

which is... interesting, maybe my canon will become true canon. but seems they were trying to go for a more devilish take on it. however it IS a bit much when actually carefully inspecting it (especially compared to the tek6 fit)

he also has red eyes again for some reason which he hasn't had since his debut in tek3.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #fatecursed #// tho they sometimes appear red and sometimes appear white in game? #// anyways if you plan on fucking dj... it's gonna take a while to do #// because there's A LOT to undress and i'm sure it takes a while to do so

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Practicin' in case the old man starts crackin' down on the whole 'pastor' thing."

@fatecursed

#fatecursed #he's trying #kind of #XD

[mjm5655]

@fatecursed said: kiryu: i don't like that look…

❝ the fuck's wrong with my look ? ya wanna start shit, kiryu-chan ? ❞

#fatecursed #﴾ MAJIMA ⸨ IC ⸩

[deathsprofit]

old man why you always horny?

#asdewasddessfgh #u n yer sexy bois #ooc #answers #fatecursed

[trafalgrs]

smoker yeets a piece of bread at law's face

"WHAT THE FUCK, SMOKER-YA?!" the bread slides down at law's face and he has his hands raised in position to shambles. "say goodbye to your dick."

@fatecursed

#fatecursed #ic. #OMG SMOKER U SON OF A GUN!!!!

[nvrcmplt]

Scenting Daichi before seeing him had the tribesman's ears twisting with intent to pick up his footsteps. They had made plans to meet after Daichi's work, Yuriy having another adventure to the mountain paths there were open for hiking took him away in the earliest of hours and sated his need for that burn of a long walk. These peaceful lands were something obscene to his kind, Dungeon Travelled as he was, it was nice to go out into the wilderness and not expect to be tackled by a flying boar or rattlesnake with fangs larger than himself. Instead, he ventured with ease through the bush and took in the sights of a world evergreen and tranquil until his heart was filled.

Now back in the cities and settled upon a restaurant chair, he turns with grace - to greet his love. A chuff that would make eyes turn, but his attention fixated upon Daichi's frame. Arms open and paws to settle upon the other's man's shoulder and face, enough to nuzzle his cheek upon his temple and hair before beaming his fanged grin. "You look amazing, Daichi." He was pleased completely that they wore a matching set of garments for tonight. Tickled him nicely.

"I ordered that drink you like..." He moved to step back, taking hold of his loves chair to await him to settle in so he can tuck him in. Joining him at the table soon afterward with a content curve of his tail. "How was your meeting, love?"

#« ( Yuriy ) » IC. #fatecursed

[deathleadsarc]

@fatecursed | s.c.

― 🜛 ― " You oft find such immeasurable pleasure in battle, and for that alone I find you ever so interesting. However, I have been meaning to ask of you ― what are other things you enjoy? what are your passions in life? this is not prying, I hope. "

#🜃 | clawing out through the dirt ; a belladonna blooming | main #fatecursed #its for aegir ~