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"seph"
appears in 20's
guardian
metal
Muerte alpha
sapiosensual
unmated
algedonic
imagine dragons — believer
pain, you made me a believer.
pertaining to pleasure
but also to pain...
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cellmates 〉 taken by seto.
↳ angst / friendship / drama.
you were like him, trapped and bound by the hunters once long ago. you recall each other and the fleeting moments that clung between cell bars. the memories are vague but your feelings for seph aren't... complete and unadulterated hatred. to you, he left you behind. abandoned you. you don't yet know why, but in your eyes he's a coward. so when you see him, years later, on school grounds--- you walk right up to him... and punch him square in the face.
↳ angst / friendship / drama.
you were like him, trapped and bound by the hunters once long ago. you recall each other and the fleeting moments that clung between cell bars. the memories are vague but your feelings for seph aren't... complete and unadulterated hatred. to you, he left you behind. abandoned you. you don't yet know why, but in your eyes he's a coward. so when you see him, years later, on school grounds--- you walk right up to him... and punch him square in the face.
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benefits 〉 open.
↳ / drama / angst.
you see him for what he is. as an alpha not entirely fond of his 'changes', seph has an issue keeping down his rut when he's got it. he's a gentle type who doesn't enjoy the thought of letting go to such carnal descent, so he comes to you. you're basically friends with benefits... stolen glances and late night musings make up the brunt of anything you could ever be. and you're both too okay with that.
↳ / drama / angst.
you see him for what he is. as an alpha not entirely fond of his 'changes', seph has an issue keeping down his rut when he's got it. he's a gentle type who doesn't enjoy the thought of letting go to such carnal descent, so he comes to you. you're basically friends with benefits... stolen glances and late night musings make up the brunt of anything you could ever be. and you're both too okay with that.
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winging pt. 1 〉 taken by yheen.
↳ undetermined genre.
location: ?
↳ undetermined genre.
location: ?
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name 〉 open.
↳ genre
details.
↳ genre
details.
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name 〉 open.
↳ genre
details.
↳ genre
details.
Hi there! honestly, you can call me viv ooc or just my charrie's name. i'm a busy new grad with barely enough time as it is (i'm an admin tho so ofc). I don't really have many rules other than to ask that you be patient with me. i prefer not to be poked anytime before a week's up... you can take all the time you need, but just let me do the same. if you get bored with our plot, we can talk about it! i swear i'm actually sorta nice ;u; i don't like fluff but i can do it if we incorporate another genre. other than that, i'm good with literally anything. let me know if you're not into taboo themes or plot twists, as those are my thing. i prefer winging these days as i take years to plot. please just tag me in a post and i'll get back to you or let me know you wanna rp and i'll wing a starter someplace! good with both 3rd and 1st detailed pov so long as we don't dip into novella. ;;;;;;
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In most respects, he's a jaded warrior.
A silver-tongue perched behind cupid's bow lips, always a little too tightly wrought. he's not a man of few words, but he tries to ensure that what he does say is something worth listening to. a quiescent force, gelid to the touch but molded only by the unabating embrace of heat ever-present. he's a lot like the metal he wields... sturdy, poweful, bent only by white-hot passion.
he called himself 'seph' when the hunters released him. after all, his kind knew too well of the boy born to a mother bound by hunters. he bore no pride to it, but his lineage was on his side. you see, while most pups of hunter "pets" belonged to the hunter regime by default--- they found no need to desire him. metal, to them, was an earthen breed too close to the human ore. to them, he was an abomination that represented the union of the mundane and the supernatural world.
and so when his affinity finally presented himself--- at the cusp of his youth--- he was released. he should've known though, that it was too easy; too merciful. for what seph doesn't know is that he's been 'tagged'. he's got a tracker embedded just beneathe his flesh, right upon the mark they 'christened' his left pectoral. but he remains unaware, too taken with this new world he's been granted.
he has a loyalty to the school that he doesn't like to talk about. it shows in the shimmering iron gates that embroider the periphery of the campus--- an extension to his own beating heart. a place wherein he is no outlier, wherein he finds no reason to fear for his next meal. seph remains as languid as he is observant--- ready for the day his haven falls to pieces, but just as poised to defend it to the death. he's got a knack for possession, after all... a keen eye for indulging what he wants.
and that, for now... is to live.
A silver-tongue perched behind cupid's bow lips, always a little too tightly wrought. he's not a man of few words, but he tries to ensure that what he does say is something worth listening to. a quiescent force, gelid to the touch but molded only by the unabating embrace of heat ever-present. he's a lot like the metal he wields... sturdy, poweful, bent only by white-hot passion.
he called himself 'seph' when the hunters released him. after all, his kind knew too well of the boy born to a mother bound by hunters. he bore no pride to it, but his lineage was on his side. you see, while most pups of hunter "pets" belonged to the hunter regime by default--- they found no need to desire him. metal, to them, was an earthen breed too close to the human ore. to them, he was an abomination that represented the union of the mundane and the supernatural world.
and so when his affinity finally presented himself--- at the cusp of his youth--- he was released. he should've known though, that it was too easy; too merciful. for what seph doesn't know is that he's been 'tagged'. he's got a tracker embedded just beneathe his flesh, right upon the mark they 'christened' his left pectoral. but he remains unaware, too taken with this new world he's been granted.
he has a loyalty to the school that he doesn't like to talk about. it shows in the shimmering iron gates that embroider the periphery of the campus--- an extension to his own beating heart. a place wherein he is no outlier, wherein he finds no reason to fear for his next meal. seph remains as languid as he is observant--- ready for the day his haven falls to pieces, but just as poised to defend it to the death. he's got a knack for possession, after all... a keen eye for indulging what he wants.
and that, for now... is to live.
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taehyung
compos
mentis