╱ ╱ god i was a chatty little bastard last night wasn’t i
ミンク ִֶָ ◟ mink.
@chainoath.bsky.social
‘tell us a bit about yourself.’ no.
╱ ╱ now i’m sleeping soon but dmmd discord server when i felt like an outcast until today let me get to know you fucks (some of you again) (long story) (brain not good)
╱ ╱ nah hang on before i go to bed i’ve had a full bottle of wine thought “damn wish i had more” remembered i had sour apple ‘halloween exclusive’ wine. this shit tastes like juice and i’m mad im halfway through
╱ ╱ nah when you’re tipsy anything is funny just like this
╱ ╱ long story short; noiz was my first muse and im like semi growing iffy with writing him and want something new. sooooo: virus? or clear?
╱ ╱ THATS IF I EVEN DO IT i might change noiz if i do.. perhaps.. idk new muse and shit
╱ ╱ DAMN IT I CANT EVEN MAKE A POLL HERE DO I MAYBE DO THE THING
╱ ╱ one part of my brain upon it suggesting another acc: 😏 the other part: 😒 🙂↔️
╱ ╱ honestly today’s been shite. taking the rest of the day off. hope to be back tomorrow but we’ll see. 🫡
╱ ╱ heading off to get some sleep. i’m back at work tomorrow 😒 in a bit gang
ㅤ “you’re nothing but a waste of space.” and time. either way that moaned sentence caused mink’s eyes to narrow slightly; glaring DAGGERS into his skull. seems he was not in the mood for that at all today. another day? perhaps. even if it would be a method of relief. absolutely not! —— ╱ ╱ ㅤ
"ugh, m-more daddy~" uh-oh..
╱ ╱ i’m still going through mink’s route again after like two—three years BUT I HOPE MY PORTRAYAL IS OKAY AT BEST (for now)
ㅤ what a shit. running his mouth. but that would all link in to what sly WANTED. he’d just be giving in to his previously OBVIOUS requests. no. hand released from his jaw. right knee rising to slam it into sly’s stomach. letting go of him entirely to then take a hold of blue— —— ╱ ╱ ㅤ
choke me like a chicken?"
you made me feel alive again, i wish we'd never met.
ㅤ a low groan、sort of like a deep hum escaping lips. though grip didn’t falter; in fact.. it only tightened. both of sly’s hands now ensnared within one of mink’s palms. his other hand taking grasp upon sly’s jaw with moderate pressure so that mink could capture his gaze. —— ╱ ╱ ㅤ
cue a shit eating grin. a leg lifts as his knee has positioned in between the ex-convicts' legs. slightly pressed on the area.
ㅤ it wasn’t only that. mink also got off. keys in his pocket. silence once again followed as mink reached out to take hold of the other’s wrist. backing him up. frame pressed close、to take his other wrist、pinning both above him against the wall behind. —— ╱ ╱ ㅤ
awh, the ride is over already. shoot.. the much smaller male casually hops off to the side, stretching his arms and back. "well, thanks for driving me around. it was fun~"
ㅤ because death was inevitable. mink had already set things out on the table when it came to that. though—.. that was a point. soon coming to a halt、switching off the ignition. “off.” ㅤ
"okay, okay i will stop just because you asked." what a bummer. he would rather take such high risks even life-threatening, because where's the fun in NOT taking risks and fucking around with death?
╱ ╱ my replies are so half assed rn with my brain being so cloudy due to this damn flu 🥲
ㅤ “you’re on a moving vehicle. stop.” this wasn’t an inconvenience as such. more an insistence that this wasn’t necessarily an appropriate time when he was speeding along down the roads. “unless you’d prefer ending up under the wheels.” voice devoid of emotion. he meant it. ㅤ
cue a whine, but he isn't complaining. then again, sly LOVES to push people's buttons. and this is practically poking a bear until it awakes. he wasn't listening on purpose. much rather mentally taking note while his hands wander once again. "try me."