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my wife @voiceofmany and I had a starry date <3 also got some other parts of my island and the t-rex eating a star :D

#I’m not here right now but wow i love wife #ooc: mun talks

[voiceofmany]

HI INTREPID HEROES! 

I am, as always, your dungeon master Brennan Lee Mulligan Christina and welcome to HEARTSUNHOLY - an indie, selective, and private multimuse roleplay blog! Heartsunholy is home to various muses of fiction and fantasy but our story starts with several adventurers - characters from College Humor’s Dimension 20 and its various campaigns as well as dnd-based ocs, with possibly more dnd-based canons and ocs in the future! If you are interested in joining our adventuring party, please give this post a like or a reblog and I’ll check your blog out!!

#WIFE #ooc: promo

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@personifiedchaosx​​ asked:

"Wait---!" This arrangement wasn't anything he wanted nor offered; it had been his parents' who had set up the deal. ( 'With great difficulty.' ) Jack knew how much was riding on this, on him somehow succeeding in entertaining the dark King over the duration of a simple month or else his kingdom would... Lips purse, regretting the automatic snappy comment he had made in response to him reaching towards him, letting brown eyes fall to the ground in disgruntled submission. "... I'm sorry..."

Pitch had little in mind for what he planned to do with this new trophy he’d recently acquired. Honestly, if it was all the same to everyone, he would’ve been far happier with a brand new country under his control instead. Alas, the tiny country’s royal family had sought to broker a deal with him. They’d offered gold as tribute - he had more than enough, and their country would yielded him far more in time through his trade negotiations once he had access to their resources. They'd offered raw goods, food, to shift their borders so he could have a piece of their country. Over and over again they offered.

Over and over again, Pitch denied with great amusement. He knew what he wanted.

It was the offer of their only son that had given him pause. Not as a husband. No, as a toy. They'd practically offered to sell their young son to the devil himself to keep their own lives intact.

The offer had been so damn amusing. And so he'd brokered a deal with them. He'd give Prince Jack a month to show Pitch he was entertaining enough to make up for the loss of an entire country. And then Pitch would make his decision.

He already knew what it would be. Whatever occurred with Jack was a dalliance, at best, an appetizer before Pitch razed his damn country to the ground in the end.

Even still, Pitch was no monster. He had no intention on throwing Jack in his bed and chaining him there. It would be sweeter still for this wee prince to fall into Pitch's arms of his own desire - even after trembling in terror of his frightening dreams night after night, until Pitch’s hunger for fear was sated.

For now, however, the moment they'd been left alone in Pitch's bedchambers, Pitch reached for Jack's long winter cloak, then hesitated when Jack all but jerked himself away. He quirked a brow. Here he'd been planning to make this boy more comfortable, and already Jack looked as though he expected Pitch to eat him alive instead.

"Here I thought you were willing to do whatever it took to save your country. Your family. I suppose I must have been mistaken." Pitch moved to slide his own thick cloak off instead, which he'd donned to meet Jack in the more frigid castle entryway. The crackling fire in his fireplace made his chambers warm and inviting in comparison. "Pity. Your family sells off their oldest child on a chance that he might save them, and you can't even make the slightest effort to help. Mm. Perhaps you want your country to be burned to ashes. Perhaps this is all part of your plan. Very clever," he drawled, lips quirking as he slid his cloak into his wardrobe.

#I HATE HIM #JACK I'M SORRY #personifiedchaosx #personifiedchaosx: jack #c: pitch black #unprompted replies #suggestive tw #{pitch x jack} {personifiedchaosx} there's something tragic about your heart thawing in my hands

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bvriedinthesand​:

    while still in disbelief at this change in dynamics, he was able to see belle knew what she was doing with her weapons, and that this wasn’t her first rodeo. apart from that, he couldn’t exactly think straight. just how dangerous was she? sure she was assigned to kill him by an unknown client, but why hadn’t she done so by now? regardless, this showdown was making the room a lot more TENSE. 

    jag mirrored her movements, starting to kneel just as she did so. the last thing he wanted to do was intimidate her. not that he was scared of her or anything. see, he lied to her as well, and although he had told her the truth about almost everything about himself, minus his real name due to her investigative skills, it’s not like she would immediately accept that truth with no hesitation. the trust between them seemed to be TARNISHED, and he wasn’t certain if it could be fixed in the near future. 

    at the count of two, he crossed his arms as he reached into the guns tucked in his waistband, eyes boring into hers. the third number took an eternity to be murmured from her lips, eventually placing his guns down on the floor, raising his palms. “okay. what do we do now?” a genuine question, seeing he has never been in this situation with a significant other before.

Thank fuck he put his guns down too. Thank fuck. Belle had no way of knowing he’d do the same. For all she’d given him tonight, she deserved the bullet in her skull. She squeezed her eyes shut for just a moment, then slid backward on her rear, putting distance between herself and her weapon.

“Well. If it isn’t already obvious, I’m probably going to be dead the second the people who hired me realize I decided not to take you out.” Belle tugged her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them. In that moment she looked infinitely small.

“So. Unless you have any bright ideas, you might want to go ahead and say goodbye. Just in case I end up not defending myself properly.”

#bvriedinthesand #bvriedinthesand: jag #c: belle goodman #th: the price of lies

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@personifiedchaosx​ asked:

Jack had mixed feelings about his new husband; especially given how their marriage was arranged and proceeded under no time at all. He'd heard that he wasn't truly royal blood... That in order to properly rule he needed to marry a true heir. Which was where Jack came in, he thought with minor grimace. But what did that mean for them as individuals? He stood up from his seat, sucking in a breath as he glanced towards Liam, lips quirking into a brief smile. "I'm... gonna head out to the gardens."

He was a damn well cute thing, wasn’t he? Liam spent most of his time staring at Jack these past few days than doing anything useful during his free time. A guy couldn’t be blamed - Liam spent such long hours every day negotiating policy, smoothing out tension with diplomats, and generally trying not to fuck up as a king. The least he should be able to do was check out his own husband.

But things were...new still. Tentative. Liam might be the kind of guy who’d kiss and touch a perfect stranger without any hesitation, but Jack seemed a little more...squirrely than that. Might be his royal blood, Liam mused. Maybe it made them a little more prim than the common folk.

It was fine. Liam didn’t need to sleep with Jack...but he had to admit that he felt the loneliness creeping in, fuzzing his mind, until some nights he didn’t even sleep - just stood by the window and thought how desperate he was to be touched even slightly. He’d be happy just to have somebody put their hand on his shoulder, for God’s sake.

When Jack spoke, interrupting Liam’s latest unabashed staring session, Liam perked up and came to his feet. “Yeah? Ya know plants, do ya?” he asked, his thick common accent sounding clunky even to his own ears next to Jack’s. “Ain’t know much myself, but wouldn’t mind it changin’.” Without a thought toward if he’d been invited or not, he tagged along at Jack’s side like a puppy.

#FGHJK SORRY JACK #personifiedchaosx #personifiedchaosx: jack #c: spot conlon #unprompted replies #suggestive tw

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Shipping Call!

This call is specifically for my ladies and enbys! My men are excellent, but they have an overwhelming amount of love at present, and my other babies feel sorely neglected in comparison.

My brain is filled with romance, and if yours is too, then hit that like and let’s chat! Try to have at least one muse in mind, please, it’ll save us both the trouble when I invade your IMs!

#ooc: shipping call #please specify a muse

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kiissme​:

          “Didn’t think you were into bondage like that, Professor. Good to know. Makes me wanna run my mouth even more.” She wondered if that was his intention, or maybe he hoped she’d be one of those delicate flowers in his class that easily backed down because he was older and in charge. No luck of that with Faye, to all the professor’s disdain, she was sure. She had a definite vibe of not giving a fuck and it showed well. 

          His words, though, brought her eyebrow lifting in a curious way, a challenged way and even a scoff to leave her lips. “It is when it’s written to be the only example of the relationship dynamics. If it’s the only representation the masses are gettin’ and those that are more confident and self assured ‘bout their bodies and attitudes ‘bout sex are bein’ shamed in being as such and the like ‘cause that’s not bein’ a proper woman. When it’s portrayed that only the man is allowed to teach the inexperienced what she likes instead of her just knowin’. It’s damagin’. It’s toxic. And it’s borin’.” 

          If he had hoped to keep her quiet in this argument, to back down, he had another thing coming. “Tropes are playin’ it safe, and that trope has been done to death. They don’t make people perk up and read and want to explore a dynamic they don’t see, ‘cause maybe it’s somethin’ they yearn for or want for themselves. Maybe they see themselves in them. When the standard is anythin’ but the representation they want.” Shaking her head, she continued, “Why not have a story of exploration of two men? Two women? We know it’d capture a whole generation’s imagination — and one doesn’t have to be experienced, one could be a mess of a human bein’ and the other put together and the two seemingly work. Or two messes gettin’ together and bein’ the only stable thing they’ve had in so long. Why not? If you wanna be brave.”

          She was starting to forget she had found him attractive in the first place. Faye was pretty sure she had wandered in here to seduce the living hell out of him. He seemed to push her buttons and was doing it well. Firing her up, crossing her arms in front of her as he had the gall to defend Andrew and seemed to judge her. “What, like this?” she countered, and did just that, straddling his lap, settled as she put her hands at his shoulders, fitting snug atop of him. “This the kinda woman I am, then? Not blushin’ and talkin’ ‘bout how shy I am and whining no, no like the lasses in Andrew’s stories — oh, stories are bein’ kind, his spank bank material? The way he views women? What he expects of them?” She laughed, “Maybe what you expect of ‘em? Hm? Is that the kinda women you’re into? That blush and sputter and pretend they don’t want you, don’t want your big, fat cock but oh, you just know they do.” Which would have been severely disappointing. “Or do you favor the kinda women that could excite you?” Arching a brow, “Maybe those type of tropes of women are valid, I’ll cop to that, but women like me are valid as well. Or d’you….not feel that?”

Faye’s words spoke of passion but a certain degree of inexperience that he doubted she’d ever admit that she had. She acted as though she knew the whole of the literary world, had read everything there was to find, had interviewed every member of a genre’s audience to understand what they wanted. As she spewed her fervent opinions, his lips quirked just at the edges - just barely.

“Faye, for all your shit about capturing a generation’s imagination, you are so fucking young,” he drawled. He wasn’t here to be nice or sweet or sugarcoat anything. “I can honestly say that anything you think doesn’t exist has already been written. It’s already been published. You simply haven’t looked for it. You think you can’t sell an entire series of books just by marketing it by a single trope? You think people don’t have specific comforts they find and read? You think there aren’t women who sweat every time they read books about a powerful man teaching some naïve ingenue how to pleasure herself?”

He had more to say. So much more. More to lecture about - hell, he was close to assigning homework, if she kept running her mouth like that when so much of what she believed was ridiculously wrong. But then she stunned him.

She slid into his lap instead.

Marlin’s eyes widened as he went completely silent, his hands gripping the arms of his chair painfully. Student, he thought as loudly as he could with one half of his mine, while the other railed that she’s an adult, she can drink, she can smoke, she can fight, she can do all but rent a car, it’s not like she’s a child. It took a long moment for her words to sink into his mind - he was far too distracted by the shape of the lips saying them.

Marlin sucked in a slow breath to try and steady himself, as though the heat and pressure on his lap wasn’t stirring something else entirely. “My job isn’t to say my opinion,” Marlin murmured, his heart thudding a bit faster - hard enough he could half hear it. “My job is to let every student write what they want to, then critique it on the basis of grammar and craft, and push them to grow. That’s what I do for Andrew.” His bright blue gaze flicked all over her face. He’d push her away. Eventually. But right now he felt as though they were both making a stand, and he had no desire to flinch first. “You want my opinion? Andrew isn’t going to get laid for another decade, and he’s never going to be picked up by a publisher as long as he keeps copying what his favorite filthy authors have written time and time again. But my job is to make him keep writing, because otherwise he’s never going to learn how to write better.”

Fuck, the weight of her was intoxicating. He hadn’t realized he’d leaned back slightly in his chair so she loomed above him like a stunning statue. “As for my opinion about the women I fuck, I don’t believe I owe it to you when you’re demanding it so rudely.”

#kiissme #kiissme: faye #c: marlin fischer #th: the poorest of late night decisions #nsfw #sexual content tw #teacher student tw

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soulcluster​:

“Why have hearts if they’re going to break.” He didn’t mean to say it so much as it just slipped out, his thoughts suddenly in the past before he refocused on Manna. “Sometimes things break, but that’s OK. It doesn’t mean it was never worth having it.” At least, that’s what he likes to tell himself. 

He smiled. “Isn’t that what friends are for? I enjoy your company, it makes me feel a bit more whole. I hope you do, too.”

Oh, her heart had broken. Too well. And there was nothing about her life that suggested it had been worth it to offer it in the first place. No daughter. No husband who had ever loved her. Just the ever present reminder of how deeply she had failed. Manna turned her gaze away, and though she held her smile, it was frozen, fragile at the edges.

She couldn’t keep living like this.

“I enjoy your company too,” she confessed. “It...sometimes I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have it, or Gus, or Emily, or anyone else. But I’m reminded sometimes that people like Emily have places to go at the end of the day, with people who care about them, someone they can talk to when the night’s too dark or heavy. And people like you and I don’t. We go to our empty homes and we just...wait for something. Don’t you?” Maybe he didn’t - maybe she was too far off base - but Manna couldn’t help but ask anyway, her throat so tightly clenched with focus. “Don’t you wish sometimes you had companionship like the rest of them do?”

#MANNA YOU'RE ALMOST THERE #soulcluster #soulcluster: harvey #c: manna moreno #th: what now

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Endless Ship Edits 1 / ? - Drizella Tremaine and Pitch Black

“You know the deepest corners of my mind. The fears, the anxieties. Surely you know the only real difference between us is people don’t realize how truly awful I am when they’re looking at a pretty face.”

“Do you think that’s why I can’t get enough of you, perhaps? Are you a monster under a gilded layer, Drizella?”

“I’m not a good person. I’m impulsive and vindictive and I can be cruel. No one finds me worthy of love, not even myself. Does any of that sound…familiar to you, Pitch?”

@voiceofmany​ said: Trick or Treat! 🎃 (LOVE ME)

trick or treat graphics // accepting

psd cred.

#THE GREATEST CRACKSHIP TURNED OBSESSION ICFB #LOOK WHAT MY WIFE MADE ME IM SOB #{pitch x drizella} {heartsunholy} drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart #ooc: ship aesthetic

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@crowdsroar​:

        ❛  les  happens  to  love  bread,  so  i  doubt  he’ll  be  as  disappointed  as  you  think  he  will  be.❜   except  at  this  point,  davey  probably  knew  their  little  brother  better  than  she  did,  so  convincing  him  to  change  jobs  (  saying  that  about  a  ten  year  old  didn’t  feel  right  at  all  )  could  prove  to  be  a  challenge  —  especially  with  how  well  he  seemed  to  be  fairing  as  a  newsboy.

❛  be  that  as  it  may,  you  can’t  stop  me  from  worrying  about  the  both  of  you.   the  streets  of  new  york  aren’t  the  nicest  of  places  even  if  you’re  with  people  that  know  it  well.  ❜sarah  can  do  nothing  but  nod  at  his  words,  however;  she  knew  it  just  as  well  as  davey  did.   everyone  in  the  jacobs  family  has  been  doing  their  own  type  of  adapting  ever  since  their  father’s  accident.   at  least  their  youngest  wasn’t  having  having  a  harder  time  with  it  than  she  thought  he  would.

“The school is no nicer than the streets.” Davey’s voice was still light, but the weight in his chest told him his words might grow testy soon, if he wasn’t careful. He adored Sarah - she was his only sister, she took so well after their mother, and all she wanted was to keep everybody safe. But safety was relative. “We might not get hit by a random car if we’re in a classroom, but it’s not like the people there are any kinder than the newsies.”

There was a reason Davey had always been a bit of a loner. A reason why he kept Les by his side as often as he could, given that there wasn’t an opportunity to do that when they were both in school. Les was sweet, vibrant, adventurous - but that didn’t mean the other kids were always gonna play nice. Davey knew that better than anyone.

Davey finally let his gaze settle on Sarah and stay. “I know you’re worried. And I love you for that. But no matter what any of us do, there’s always going to be some danger to the rest of us.”

#crowdsroar #crowdsroar: sarah #c: davey jacobs #th: like a pig in a pen

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bvriedinthesand​:

    little did he know, she was wondering the same thing. how did they go from her running in on him to them having the tension between them come to a sizzle at the moment? to this exact second, there was some confusion on her end, wondering why he hadn’t gone after the other woman. after all, she noticed some men typically thought with their dicks, so what would make him react any differently? 

    why did his voice have to do so many things to her? she felt goosebumps developing on her arms, crossing them in a failed attempt to hide them. he better not point them out if he did notice, she thought to herself, raising her chin with poise as she maintained her composure; even when his knee bent just between her legs, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. 

    eyes slightly widen when he seems to make himself comfortable in her own personal space, though not once did she mind it. teeth bite down on her lower lips as he moved in closer, finding it harder and harder to remain cool and collected. “fine. i don’t think you can do better.” she liked a challenge, and if he so badly wanted to prove her wrong, she will gladly allow him to demonstrate.

There it was. That quiet challenge, the very thing they’d been firing at each other for years. Just like every other time, a flutter of adrenaline stirred in his belly - but this time he let it stay. He let the excitement spread through him, heat in his cock and energy in his veins. “We’ll see about that,” Miles whispered with a toothy, dangerous grin.

The first kiss he pressed to her lips was curious - practically gentle. But the moment he eased his tongue teasingly inside, the taste of her drove him mad.

He deepened the kiss with hunger, a groan filling the air as he cupped her cheeks. There was possession in how Miles held Mariah’s face - like she belonged to him, like she always had. After only a moment he pressed his chest to hers, the softness of her body flush with the hard, muscular lines of his own, and he drank and drank and drank, like he’d never stop.

#bvriedinthesand #bvriedinthesand: mariah #c: miles tuck #th: tell me what you want #nsfw #sexual content tw

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soulcluster​:

It felt like the toolbox might take her fingers with it but Popuri held on admirably until she arrived at the appointed spot. Features screwed up in concentration, she leaned over and let the box drop with a heavy sigh.

“That was so heavy!” As much as Popuri complained that she wasn’t taught anything, even when she was she found it…well, boring. It was hard work! But her brother did it so she wanted to do it.

With the box settled, Popuri looked up at him. “So, how are you going to fix it?” It was weird that he asked her to bring the box out. Couldn’t Rick carry it himself? 

How was he going to fix it? Rick smiled faintly. Of course she’d ask that - he’d never given her reason to think he trusted her with anything, had he?

It was hard. He could already think of a million ways that Popuri might damage the fence even further, make it difficult to fix the hole already there. But she deserved this. And he needed to at least try to do better.

“You’re gonna fix it.” Rick rubbed her shoulder, then opened the tool box. “You’ve always wanted to learn to help around the farm, right? So today we’re gonna get started.” Rick plucked out safety goggles and a pair of gloves. “Here, put these on. Safety first. Mom would kill me if I finally let you handle some wire and then you got tetanus.”

#soulcluster #soulcluster: popuri #c: rick sprouse #th: making amends

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We’re the boys from the beaches of Brighton Prospect Park and the Navy Yard Pier Strikes ain’t fun, but they sure is exciting– Loud and clear, Brooklyn’s here!

#truly beautiful #aes: spot conlon

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Hey M A N H A T T A N, the cavalry’s co-oming!

#shadow accidentally activated my trap card - 'special interest' - so now i just have to spam the dash with liam #aes: spot conlon

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adoranoia​:

“ mm..– ” brian absentmindedly hums to himself, seemingly deep in thought. in his arms is a bundle of freshly bloomed flowers, tulips, roses, poppies; all on their way to the general store. but, hey. a few going ‘missing’, that wouldn’t cost him much, would it? having made up his mind, he carefully plucks a smaller handful of flowers from the bunch and offers them, “ –here. ” he states, simply, “ they’re for you. ” 🌾

a beat, the faintest flicker of a smile, “ don’t make it weird… ” was that a joke too? today must really be a lucky day! 🌾

*            /           open      starter       !

“Mm? Ah!” One moment Elliott was lost to his contemplations as he leaned against the edge of the bridge, and the next a voice was bringing him back to the present. He studied the small fairy roses tucked in the farmer’s hand, then plucked them away, immediately breathing in their sweet scent. “Now, what on earth would make it weird for two grown men to exchange the gift of flowers?” Elliott drawled, lips quirking at the edges. He tucked his long hair behind one ear, then tethered it there with the smooth stem of a fairy rose, the pink bursting against his locks. “If I returned the gift, would it enter the territory of weird, Brian?”

#yeet! #adoranoia #adoranoia: brian #c: elliott morgan #v: a fragrant fairy rose #th: don't make it weird #new threads

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More OC ideas?

MORE OC IDEAS

#please stop me i have so many muses to add #ooc: mun talks

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veldinstar​:

     This is a look of utter embarrassment.  What does that even MEAN?

     ❝ In your dreams!  Or, uh… in your nightmares? ❞

“We shall see.”

#imagine him dramatically disappear into a shadow VGBHNJM #pitch what even was this conversation #veldinstar #veldinstar: ratchet #c: pitch black #ic: crack