WILDFLOWER / PERFUME

ophelia was a bride of god, a novice carmelite. in sister cells, the cloister bells tolled on her wedding night. ophelia was a demigoddess in prewar babylon, statuesque, a silhouette in black satin evening gowns. ophelia was the mistress to a vegas gambling man, signora ophelia maraschina, mafia courtesan. *** independent multi-muse. eighteen and over only.

[nakedsaints]

EVEN NOW IN HEAVEN     ——     there are angels carrying savage weapons.   ❛  god is love. i don’t love you.    ❜   i’ll see YOU in HEAVEN, baby.  —— independent female multimuse written by rae. eighteen and over only. triggering themes present.

[nastasyafilippovnas]

FROM DUSK TILL DAWN || La Conquista

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MY LOVE I HAVE MISSED YOU

I HAVE MISSED YOU TOO

[lunaoblonsky]

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[ptonkin]

[nojillnolife]

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EIZA GONZALEZ as KT

BLOODSHOT 2020 | dir. David S. F. Wilson

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@graceimbrued​ — starter!

she cut a look over to the once pristine winchester — who was now a darker shade of black. he had been taken over by one of her king, and the devourer wasn’t impressed. 

‘ what the fuck are you doing? ‘

[altarsburning]

depthswept​:

he doesn’t believe that for a moment, even before his leave, his wife had rarely found comfort when sleeping. thor’s glad when she doesn’t fight him more and simply takes his arm. helping her over to the bed, the god pulls the pelts back to allow her to climb in properly. chuckling at her reply, the asgardian climbs onto the bed and settles in, keeping himself propped up to look down at his love. ❛ well… the journey there was quick, ❜ he draws out, his opposite hand comes out to gently rub her belly and subtly persuade her to sleep. ❛ but, all i could think about was coming back here to be with you, ❜ the blonde murmurs and leans in to press a soft kiss to his love’s cheek.

she adores his touch, and thor has always known how and when to touch, stroke, soothe. his hands were a welcome thing, she had missed them when he had left, and now with his weight and warmth behind her, she felt safe and at ease. between his closeness and the fire, she was beginning to feel a little drowsy, but in true sif odinson fashion, she was fighting it, tooth and nail. she smiled when he spoke of coming back to see her. ‘ oh, truly? defending midgard and all the while, wanting to come home. ‘ she believed him, but she did so love to tease him. 

[altarsburning]

taghte​:

With the panicked TONE of her voice, Alec slowly sat back up in bed. Ignoring the fact she seemed to breeze over almost giving a heart attack, a large hand gripped the sheets and lifted them up to get out of bed. “Bloody hell.” He mumbled in a groggy voice. “I tossed the damned thing WHERE ye wanted, it should be back there not here.” He answered now deciding to search through his own things, eventually reaching his jacket. On a guess he decided to reach into pocket and felt his fingers TOUCH something metallic. His other hand lifted as he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh before pulling out the very necklace she was asking for. “Somehow it ended up back in MY pocket.” 

that’s why she was back here. he had thrown the necklace far afield as she had asked. she had seen it go flying through the night. and for a brief, sweet set of hours, she had been back on the moors where she had been murdered. she had been alone, among the silence and the fluttering of birds taking midnight flight. and then she was back in this damned room with this damned man. ‘ a locket cannot simply just appear back in your pocket, alec. one that i saw you throw. ‘ why was this her curse? his? she sighed, and covered her face with her hands. all she wanted to do was scream, but a banshee’s scream was deadly. 

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cursebcund​:

“I– thank y’?” He wasn’t sure of the compliment; many had called him by the same nickname, but he felt like they were doing it out of the goodness of their heart. “I have seen many evils in my life, ‘n y'do not fit the description, y'only seem like a kind individual.” He’ll give her a smile, even if it was a tired one, “Blake, it’s a pleasure t'meet 'y, Juliet. 'N don’t worry yourself over manners, I wasn’t bein’ well fine gentleman myself.”

‘ you’re welcome. ‘ she propped her chin in her hand, keeping her gaze on him. ‘ blake. i like that name. it means dark. usually referring to hair, but it comes from the old english blac, meaning black. ‘ the vampire had a lot of time on her hands, and she had once read a four hundred page book on names and meanings. she sensed something supernatural in him, so she had something to confess. ‘ i think it’s only fair to disclose that i am a vampire. and if you’d rather not associate with me because of that, i’ll totally understand. ‘

[altarsburning]

depthswept​:

feeling the shack shake with the sheer wrath of lilith’s rage, the shackled demon becomes a little more confident in his escape. becomes downright cocky when he hears that tune… hazel eyes flick towards the nervous hunter, knowing that she couldn’t hear and therefore had no idea she was about to meet her end. ❛ she can’t hear you, ❜ he calls out in response and merely smirks when the hunter turns to look at him. exaggeratively, he mimes out ❛ i told you, you would regret this, ❜ a cackle leaving him when realization hits.

to piss any demon off is a dangerous proposition — to piss her off is a downright death sentence, one she’d happily hand out. with crowley’s voice leading the way in both direction and helpfulness, she stepped down the stairs, coming to the basement where she saw him tied and shackled, on top of a demon sigil. planting one foot against the ground, she cracked the ground, splintering the cement there, making the sigil useless — and the terrified hunter who looked at her with wide eyes. lilith’s went unholy white, and she stalked towards the girl with rage in them. ‘ you dare touch him? ‘ even if she couldn’t hear, no doubt she could lip read. 

[altarsburning]

becomelions​:

It was a long day and he was more than happy to finally seat himself down on the comfy couch in his living room. His head fell back a moment as he heard her concern, taking in a deep breath before sitting up to do his best to encourage her. “Different hours, yeah, but you know what you’re doin’ and what you’re talkin’ about. I’m sure you’ll kill it, probably be surprised at what you know.” 

she didn’t want to burden nick any further than she needed to; he spent his days solving crimes, speaking to people, listening, counseling. that last thing he needed when he came home was a worried girlfriend projecting her fears onto him. ‘ thanks, babe. ‘ she leaned in to press a full-lipped kiss to his cheek. ‘ you want a beer, or somethin’? ‘

[altarsburning]

depthswept​:

the last thing he needed was her pity, though he’s pretty sure that’s what he’s getting from her and really… she’s one of the few gods that ever showed him any kindness, any respect, so maybe it was okay for her to see this side of him. her words roll off of him, much like a bead of water rolls off of a duck, it didn’t matter if it suited him, he was stuck with it no matter what. the beginning of her reply almost has him speaking up, to interject, but he waits for her to finish before he speaks. ❛ i guess the grass isn’t always greener on the other side? ❜ he offers, allowing her to realize he sympathizes with her stance, but it’s different. ❛ — well, if you agree to help me, i could help you with your problem? ❜ hades offers, an even trade so he wouldn’t be in debt to the goddess.

aphrodite tries never to pity anyone — she knew that not only did they not appreciate it, they didn’t need it. if ares taught her nothing else, it was that pity did not make people course correct. it did not help them find their purpose. it only let them wallow in what they wanted to. she shifted, moving her legs to cross one over the other, the soft, ancient gold glinting off her flesh. anklets, charms, rings, she wore it. ‘ well, of course i’ll help you, hades. i don’t need trade in kind. finding people love is sort of my.. reason for existing. ‘ she rolled her shoulders in a gentle shrug, reaching down to adjust her dress strap when it fell down into the crook of her elbow. 

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enastrcs​:

she thought she was alone. her heart raced in her chest, startled by the voice that interrupted her prayers. melitta looked up, shocked to see a woman watching her. her voice caught in her throat for a moment.

“i…i’m sorry?”

‘ oh, nothing. ‘ divination was not meant for mortals, and the goddess may have let something slip that she wasn’t supposed to — though aphrodite had never been one to follow the rules. ‘ what brings you to the temple of.. me? ‘ never been one to be humble, either, apparently.