[tomhardyvariations]

[sexlife-e]

[spiritfucked-blog]

           even in the depths of slumber ember is hyper aware of there being a stranger tangled within tiny limbs. an intruder, if she were to be exact. in that prospect she let him get close. which, if kit were home they would find great surprise. perhaps even a loathing bitterness. calloused palms grip her arm, jarring her from thought. from that uncomfortable infectious sleep. DEATH reminding her that she was to do his bidding, to kiss the dead with plush mouth and revive— reanimate. honeyed  hues flutter open; attempting to remove her arm from his grip. such touch was not allowed, even if what they shared the night before was a brand of alien intimacy.                                                               ‘ Ember— now, leave. ’ a quiet please following.

[arcanelycursed]

Vocalized dismissal urges a sensation akin to irritation -- flicker within his bones as his essence internally condemns the impulse. Calloused digits twitch and the subtle inclination of his head follows as he assesses the small visage. Palms clutch Ember’s frame, urging her reluctant form to face him as hands descend to maintain an unbreakable hold upon her tiny hips. Shifting her with little effort, he coaxes her closer, a hand moving forward to brush dark tresses from her visage. Tension constricts his jaw as he reaches to grasp her own, directing her visage toward him as a calloused thumb strokes the delicate flesh of her cheek.

“You won’t dismiss me. That’s no’ how this works.”

[arcanelycursed]

The inevitability of slumber was a surprise not well received; defined muscle shifted as the unfamiliar scent coaxed the swift, steady descent of winding notions grasping at fragmented dreams, withering away with movement. The motion toward upright posture is carried with great reluctance, though he shifts, roll of his shoulders seeking out his nonchalance as gaze descends to find a delicate dark haired siren ensnared within slumber’s grasp. Bewildered visage adorns his features, brows furrowed as a palm shifts away from her small frame, remembrance of the preceding encounter and his endeavors to keep her a brief recollection -- his success, however was a prospect that thrived beneath uncertainty’s palms. A lingering query taunted, the reminder her name escaped him entirely. Calloused digits clasp around her small arm, shaking her lightly and vocals clouded beneath the influence of sleep escape him with the stern vocalization as the intensity of his viridian gaze greets her.

                           “Tell me your name.”

[wordsnquotes]

People who like to be in control of things can have a hard time with intimacy. Intimacy is anarchic and mutual and definitionally incompatible with control. You seek to control things because you are afraid.

Jonathan Franzen (via devilsxson)

[evokemind-blog]

a tantalizingly serpentine smile slithers unto rosen petals ( amiss their peerless gaze, an amalgamation of thought brews — like a winter’s storm ).

and so, he has arrived.  ( nostalgia cooes )

so he has — i shan’t be bored any longer. ( intellect quips )

or lonely. ( the truth, but a whisper: but all concur )

preparations are made at a snail’s pace, so as not to alarm him to heightened awareness: this is merely a game, after all. 

❛ heber, my darling —  ❜ 

the name is called with particular tenderness, resonating in dulcet tones — such is reserved for the likes of few, whom are held in most prominent esteem ( to have such honors bestowed upon thyself is rare  — for their soul is an impregnable cosmic force: & none shall breach its’ defense without her consent ). * 

* soon she is taunted, with the scent of familiarity — it comforts her. it chokes her.

yet the creature that divulges forth, appears far more likely to incite terror, than affection: a beast of grandiose proportion, seemingly from another world ( another time, perhaps ) — to gently rest it’s head, atop her lap. * **

* they find themselves inexplicably drawn, to those whom reflect a forlorn air, similar to their own: & often, they display a falsely wicked frame.

** yet, she’s always held a fondness for monsters.

 ❛ do you ever feel — as if you were being watched. ❜ 

 slender digits extend, to run through companion’s thicken mane. * 

* her smile widens, as the gap begins to dissipate: revealing her rouse. 

❛ i know i do. ❜

[arcanelycursed]

The subtlety of this provocation flourishes between the intoxicating ascent of familiarity -- a longing in essence, bound by uncharacteristically methodical pauses as if to savagely asphyxiate desire and impulse in their cribs. To know someone, he recalls... simultaneously recalled yet entirely encumbering him in detachment; balances detrimental in their wake while sanity plays its vicious hand to condemn him to amercement, silent as it may have been but considerably more harrowing in its finality. A jest, he briefly remembers, sentiment a burdening prospect in most reminders apart from few encounters. Devoid of that inconsolable play at hysteria, numbing in its verity. Only beneath the insufferable hand of silence does he wrest away that menacing urge to satiate the brutish yearning for extirpation to all that stumble nonplussed before him. Discernment brewed so swiftly, certainly contemptible if known and internally he castigates himself.

Nothing good will come of this.

These define him little, yet embody each and every festering desire severing that quavering shell from its monstrosity. As if there weren’t a tether, he mocks inwardly. The contact diverts attention to the preceding query he’d left unanswered to torment his own mind, aquatic gaze once more fixated upon conjuring an adequate response only to stifle the tremor at sudden contact. Just as swiftly, remnants of a simper play at his mouth without missing a beat, the roll of his shoulders following his retort.

                    “I’ve gotten used to it.”

[arcanelycursed]

A plethora of debilitating recollections unnerve, menacing mutilations etched beneath the virulent whispers of sanity’s lapse -- a jest, incurable hysteria. The mage’s own gift, marked atop to brand him and the beast both. Unrecognizable glimpses steal the faces of these idle strangers, strides blissfully unaware, binding him to this albatross to leave him bereft of simplistic pleasures, urging carnal brutalities in its place. Harrowing desires contained taunt the condemned creature, internally stirring the impatient monster and an abrupt inhalation banishes the alluring prospect of shattering bone, carmine stained palms and the stillness earned by meticulous hands, A palm runs over bearded jaw, brows furrowed as if momentarily diverting attention once the sound of footfalls coax the deliberate turn of his head, following the instinctive step necessary to avoid any contact.

[gallifreyns]

[bopboopbopboop-deactivated20160]

I am the last person you want to fuck with because I will fuck you back in ways you never even imagined.

Sylvia Plath (via 87daysbefore)

[thegxtherer]

Personality Disorder Test

[arcanelycursed]

thegxtherer:

Used this test here.

Paranoid: High

Schizoid:  High

Schizotypal: Moderate

Antisocial: Moderate

Borderline: Low

Histrionic: Low

Narcissistic: High

Avoidant: Low

Dependent: Low

Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

[kiraahachi]

little psa on ships and ship development:

When two muns get together and decide to ship their characters there is usually a lot of communication behind it. Most of the time their characters have interacted, spark from the muses is felt on both sides, it’s discussed, and then developed. Sometimes all the development takes place on their blogs, sometimes it takes place through private conversation or skype, but most of the time it’s a mixture of both.  Even if you see a ship that suddenly appears on the dash with no previous signs of it being so, do not assume development was rushed. In many cases development may be happening in private, and that’s fine! Maybe they tried it privately and, when it worked, wanted it to be a part of their blogs! Maybe they didn’t and it really was just a spur of the moment decision! So what? Who cares? If it’s making them happy, and it’s not hurting anyone, it is literally NONE of your business! The point here is that, just because you don’t see every written line of development for your own eyes, don’t assume it didn’t happen. And even if it didn’t happen, it is no one’s concern but the blogs writing the ship to begin with. Move along.

[arcanelycursed]

adeloes:

she withdraws, holstering her weapon and committing herself to stone. red lips press into a brisk line and stoic eyes do not betray the lurch in her core.     for now, she has no equitable bounds to linger on the offensive or defensive.     her shoulders relax, each crest of breath smooths itself out until placidity settles and resides deep within her marrow.     she says,    ❛    nothing good ever happens when you show up, you know.     ❜     which is, perhaps, considerably true.

It’s a rarity that a vocalization ensnares the entirety of his attention before intent gives them away -- acts, in their veritable transparency falter, flicker a moment too soon, deny them any remnant of secrecy. Composure obscures her own urge, and for the briefest of moments the trace of a simper plays at his malignant mouth. The assertion in all its glory condemns and unravels, predacious hues entranced by the advent of her brash vocalization. Amusement ablaze within virescent stare, he stifles the prospect of any laughter confirming his approval. A taunt, cruel jests like those ( though he could never deny its verity -- his very birth marked the stain of death on his home ) oft demanded his attention.

           “Maybe, but you’d no’ appreciate anything if the opposite was true.”

[arcanelycursed]

Me: *doesn't get jealous*

My significant other: Why don't you care about me??

[arcanelycursed]

msftlunar:

and she has fallen in love with a man who has no happy stories. but she makes him smile without realizing that now, all of his happy stories are of her.

[arcanelycursed]

neutroisenjolras:

if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks without saying anything before talking daily for a while. 

the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships

[ichorveined-deactivated20160422]

[arcanelycursed]

ichorveined:

Yo ! I just wanna thank all you nerds for sticking around, I mean– I am not the most active since I have a super hectic work schedule! but You guys keep following and that’s amazing, honestly. So even if you’re not on this list ; you still matter! I am still appreciative that you like my blog you cute buns. uwu

THE BAE: arcanelycursed ; Jen, you’re like my all time fav, my superstar. Wife, husband soulmate whatever. Ew, that’s gross. Anyways, you’re so talented and I am so lucky to have you as my RP partner. You are the other half to all my ideas, hilarious and just the most interesting person someone could meet. Maybe one day you will find your chill ; however, for now we will stop the search. You get me. You peak my creativity, game with me and just are the best ever. I have no words to convey how talented you are either. You astound me with every post you write. YOU SET THE BAR SO HIGH BABE. ilysm.  THE SOAP: krackedbones ; Soapia, if that is your real name….. Whatever, anyway we’ve known each other for how long now? It’s crazy. We bonded over HP RP, Taylor Swift, and Star Wars. I got you on this GOD FORSAKEN website. it wouldn’t have been the same without you, never ever ever. Nerding out together is our thing.. Even now I make Reggie’s life difficult, and I still remember when Lucretia was cursing bitches in the name of Regina Mason. I appreciate you, and love how easy it is to be comfortable around you. never gonna give u up. THE BROSBAND: sordiiid ; Van the man, gosh! From the moment I met you on this website we clicked, it was instantaneous. You with Crowley, me with Lucifer? Gosh. We’ve constructed so many HC’s together – plot lines, everything! Violence + Apathy, Edie and Theo! It’s all great. I love that you appreciate cats, and cat entertainment. That you relate to cat pictures like I do. You understand the tofu complex, how a potato will always be a potato… And your writing is just as addictive as your muse. :* stay with me foreva. THE NICO ?????: bitchsnake ; Yo, Nico.. I wish I had a better tag for you I would have used #nicopls but I didn’t think it fit the whole bias list thing. I love, love, love the effort and thought you put into Eve. She’s so dimensional, she has me hooked! And you! You’re the most precious bun to ever bun! I mean, we’ve only met recently-ish……? But our rants are among my favorites. I am going to keep you and all your muses forever. 

JESS-BABE: swynford-de-beaufort ; Jessica, gorgeous bae! Man, you’re one of the reasons I kept indie-rping. When we were both in that one True Blood RP we couldn’t get enough of each other’s writing. Even now, I love the way your words are so vivid, raw and always sexy. You really get all the muses you write! I am super glad we became friends outside of RP, thanks for sticking around!

L O V E L I E S: winterrosx , hollowcorpse , wreathsofeden , catkiing , explitus / bloodimpulse / ruinvein , bloodiedwolf , ribbedistortions , adeloes , bxthory , miistress , lovedharder , hypnostize , baphcmets , hamndgirig , goraveracer, abovcgod !!

[arcanelycursed]

ichorveined:

Her impatience furthers his unctuous smear of a simper ; palms firmly fastened to Juli’s hips. He makes no attempt to free her from his clutch, only to lightly blemish beauteous bronze with a flush of purple. Loving intensity the ichor that fueled his feverish fervor ; an unlikely message to be the lullaby to her evening. Prose did not fall from the mobsters borders ; not like his sisters. He instead aimed blunt verbiage and let the intention behind his utterance take the course. ‘ One way or another you’re leaving this office– even if I have to forcibly remove you, babe. ’ He smiles, knowing that Desire could only control her longing for a minimal duration. ‘ I got you a little something. You’ll have to change– before dinner. ’

Futile attempts to escape the vice grip earns the gradual beginning of blooming violet marks adorning her flesh. Containing the desire to retaliate, she releases an abrupt exhalation, palms resting at his shoulders. Demanding vocalizations earn the slight roll of gray hues, defiance obscuring the faint flicker of amusement within her stare. “I told you I’d go with you. But you really must stop harming security whenever you want to see me.” His next assertion earns the rise of her brow and she leans back to steal a glance at him. “Really? Well.. I would, but you might have to let go of me for a few minutes at least.” Teasing lightly, a trace of a smile greets her plush mouth.