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Tell Me Are You The Ghost Of Jealousy? (Indie multi-chara and multi-fandom Rp. Will Roleplay with...
Friendly reminder that I started over with my Tate (sort of) and moved him here alongside my old muse Danny Wright and my genderbent Violet, so follow me here and role play with me please?
I'm kind of starting fresh with a new tate alongside my old Danny muse. If you're interested in rping with me again feel free to follow me on my new account
http://ghostsx.tumblr.com
Fuck. Sorry I haven't been around. Life has been hectic and I'm always struggling with finding muse for tate and kit and i never even got to use kyle and just sorry.
Hiatus is just happening
Happy Halloween???
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Kit and Tate might just end up going somewhere together because Ugh no one is plotting halloween shit with me ;~;
THE DEAD CAN WALK FREELY ON HALLOWEEN
Who'd Date the Mun, the Muse or Both?
{requieminred}
His hand lowered from the side of the other’s face to press flat against his chest — over his still beating heart, which he felt race beneath his chilled flesh to make him smile faintly. If his own heart still beat it would be racing too. Lashes flutter as he plants a soft kiss to the pad Kit’s thumb while it brushed across his lower lip.
He’s not mad anymore, no, more shocked. Although he wasn’t crazy about this fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach which he struggled to describe and understand. But he was content, nonetheless; oblivious to everything else occurring around him and focused only on the brunette’s words and his touch and his gaze.
"Then don’t. —…Say it enough, that is. I—-i like hearing it.”
Kit puts his hand over Taint's. The cold doesn't bother him. He's used to it, finds comfort in it. After all, he was supposed to be dead from the cancer he had what seemed like ages ago. Yet here he was, young, alive, and in love again. He couldn't really allow himself to be mad at the aliens at this point. He'd found happiness within a ghost.
And oh he's such a beautiful ghost. Kit can hear the thump thump rhythm of his heart increasing from the mere feel of those lips against the pad of his thumb. It's strange after being in love so many times--none of those woman could do what he was doing now and he's just glad the blond isn't angry--doesn't hate him because he doesn't quite know what he'd do if the other did.
"Then I won't stop," He says feather light. "I won't ever stop telling you,"
She’d never noticed the pain before, it was always such innocent bliss between the two of them and suddenly it’s crashing and burning inside them and all that she can feel is venom and ice, fire and cuts. The angel allows his hands to slide off her shirt, wriggling out of it. She’s forgotten what she was going to say, all that’s left in her head is a whisper and whimper, swollen lips begging for more and more and more - despite the fact the ashes are irritating to her skin and the floor is cold on her back. It has her shivering under Tate’s weight and it’s not soon before all she can see is his skin and a flash of his boxers.
Small hands grab at him, hips bucking and legs wrapping around him with a whine. Her jeans are still on and there’s something - wrong about that, though there’s also something wrong with being almost completely naked in a fireplace where anyone can just walk in on them.
Innocent bliss exists no more--engulfed in a raging fire that burns and heals all at once. He feels his body quivering--muscles shaking like something vibrating through him, controlling him as his eyes grow darker. Those pink plump lips begging, parted, desperate and he can't stand it. He won't stand for it. The angel underneath him has to be his. He has to consume her. Burn her. Love her.
Then her hips are bucking and he's just trying to focus on getting her undressed and just pulling his dick out because he's so impatient to have her. Yet it seems like it's taking so long before he's finally tearing--pealing--the jeans off like a layer of old skin on the angels body and then his hand slipping between her thighs--palm pressed against her heat.
He inhales sharply when he feels how wet she is, biting his lip before pushing his lips back to her swollen ones, pushing the thin layer of cloth aside and pushing a finger deep inside of her--feeling the warmth around the digit and only driving him more into a state of madness.
American Horror Story parallels: the tub
It's halloween! AKA Tate can leave the house! So who wants to plot????
Call me J. The rest you don’t need to know. (Indie RP)
Follow please????
The fc is the lead singer of The 1975
Ask anything about my muse's love life
Monday, Tuesday, American Horror Story, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
{requieminred}
Digits twine with the others when his hand is caught, raising his free palm to press lightly against the side of Kit’s face, lashes fluttering, his body curving to fit against his. His kisses slowed as he began to believe in ;Kit’s love for him, becoming less desperate and more tender and desolate, merely tasting him upon his lips and devouring the sensation of their flesh brushing together.
He still didn’t understand it, the idea of anyone loving him was odd to say the least, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t like it. He liked the idea that kit loved him.
“I love you too.”
It sounded even more terrifying out loud but it felt right because it was true. It felt right to be in the others embrace, cold flesh contrasting with warm skin, to be held in a place of safety. So he’ll say it again with more conviction because maybe it’ll be less scary this time,
“I love you.”
Taint's body molds against his perfectly. How can this be so? No woman has ever fit him like this--like a puzzle piece--like an other half. Yet the younger male does--almost as if he was made for him. It's a comforting thought as their lips move at a slower speed, more loving and lazy then desperate and slightly angry. He can make a guess that the other isn't made at him anymore and that's the good news--but there's more.
He's confessing and oh god, Kit loves the way those words fall from his lips. It makes his heart rate increase--make it go fast enough that it's beating for the both of them. He pulls away more after the second I love you and he's smiling before he's brushing his thumb along the younger's bottom lip, dark hues on dark hues.
"I love you. I can't say it enough,"