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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED!

I feel as though I drifted away from my original intent, so I decided to archive everything and switch over to start new. I’m keeping my current partners and not dropping threads, but I’m going to change my posting patterns and aesthetic where I know I can keep track of everything. 

FIND ME HERE, INSTEAD.

[atestingblogg-blog]

If it’s true that we are what we eat, then I could be you by tomorrow morning.

it   catches   her   off   guard   at   first,   how   nonchalantly   the   words   slip   off   his   wine   flavored   tongue.   he   doesn’t   even   glance   in   her   direction,   focus   remaining   on   his   meal   as   if   what   he   said   was   the   most   normal   thing   to   say.  moments   pass   filled   with   silence,   though   nabi’s   head   is   a   whirlwind   trying   to   process   what   happened.   was   this   a   joke  ?   did   she   hear   him   correctly  ?    he   didn’t   really   say   things   like   this   so   casually…   but   if   he   were   trying   to   tease   her   then…   it   would   be   okay   to   do   it   back,   right  ?   ❛     If   that’s   the   case,   wouldn’t   I   turn   into   you,   too  ?     ❜

[errorhacked]

💋+ 14, 15.

He turns towards her, striding over to her, then comes to a halt in front of her, looking at her with gentleness simmering in his eyes. Suddenly you could thinks that his eyes are not as yellow as Citrine, but rather like sweet, sweet sunlight ray. He’s giving her that dazzling smile now, the kind that lights up his entire face. He laughs a little uneasily, raising one hand to scratch the back of his neck. 

“Nabi.. you know what happened last night can’t happen again.”

The words hang suspended over their heads for a few seconds. The grandfather clock in the corner of the living room is suddenly booming out the seconds. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock –

They’ve done it before, a couple of times in the bedroom, bright sunlight streaking their skin and his eyes glimmering beneath the sunlight every morning as dawn breaks in. She had to instigate it, though, every single time, pressing their mouths together to feel his breath breaking over her skin and his lips moving against hers.

But it wasn’t right; he was only there to protect her.

“Seven.. you don’t regret it do you? I know we are connected more now than ever because of that,“ she says, and she’s close now, so close he can smell her, that scent of flowers and sweetness that always seems to cling on to her. He holds his breath when he raises her eyes to meet his. No, not that look again. He can’t help but yank her forward without giving her a chance to even process what’s happening, and the next thing he knows, she’s in his arms and he’s pressing her against his chest. He has his head buried in the nape of her neck now, and she feels his breath turning into a pleasant chill scuttling down her spine when it hits her skin. And he smiles against her skin, smiles up at her that same brand of boyish charm that had always made her body stiffen and sent her heart into a terrified gallop, and then he begins to lick along the line of her collarbones, following the line like a marble rolling down a hill. His lips, capturing inch after inch of new skin, and marking it with his lips and teeth and lingering tongue. She shivers as his saliva dries on her skin.

“Nabi, it’s not that I don’t want you but don’t get confused I’m no prince charming nor is it safe to get close to me I warned you. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you either.”  Who was he kidding? She seem to always begin these little moments. Seeing as she wraps her arms around his neck finally, pressing him a little closer. “I-I know that. I know – you would never. If I didn’t want to. I just thought you would,” she licks her lips, “like it?”

Thumb slipping down to brush against her lips. His smile is as warm as the embrace they’ve just shared. His hand trails up along her arms to her shoulders and then to her face, tilting her head forward until their foreheads touch and she can feel his breath on her lips. 

She leans forward until their noses are touching, rubbing against each other when she slowly turns her head from one side to the other. He raises his head till mouths are on the same level, his damp breath breaking over her lips, and she purses her lips, fluttering them over his. She pulls his face lower, brushing her lips against his again. “You do like it right??”

He doesn’t give a verbal response, but he does kiss her back after another moment of hesitation, his hands flying to her head to bury themselves in her hair, and his mouth springing to life against hers. A low gasp tears from the back of her throat, but it’s muffled and then swallowed when he moves his lips against hers, opening and closing them, and his lips are so gentle and warm that her eyes slip closed, her hands wandering up to run through the feathery strands of his hair that are just as soft as his lips. This would only end the same way it always did; she would always get what get wanted but of course he was more than happy to oblige.

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╰ ° ✧ punkedprince,

            “ so you’re like a little princess or something -      -    cute. “

❛     Err...   What  ?  Why   would   you   think   that  ?     ❜ 

[atestingblogg-blog]

╰ ° ✧ fatalheir,

   a  look  of  both  SUSPICION  and  CONFUSION  would  cross  the  director’s  face  ,    his  eyes  moving  from  the  door  and  down  at  the  woman  blocking  his  path.    if  his  senses  hadn’t  been  on  HIGH-ALERT  before   ,  then  it  certainly  was  now.     perhaps  —-  whatever  reason  she  has  for  acting  such  a  way  —-  would  provide  him  with  some  humor  in  the  new  morning.   “   isn’t  it  a  little  early  for  a  surprise—–  ”

quick  excuses  followed  by  an  even  QUICKER  explanation  would  escape  from  her  lips  and  jumin  found  himself  narrowing  his  gaze  out  of  habit.    and  then  came  the  confused  blinking.  did  he —  did  he  hear  her  correctly ?   if  so  —-  then  what  would  he  do  if  elizabeth  became  jealous ? 

                                “   i’m  sorry  ,  i  must  have  misheard  you.   another  cat ?  ”  

❛     I...   Well,   yes.     ❜   there   was   no   point   to   beating   around   the   bush   with   him.   there   never   was.   he   preferred   honesty   no   matter   what,   which   she   enjoyed   fully.   if   ever   a   time   when   he   aggravated   her   or   something   bothered   her,   which   to   be   fair   was   RARE   (he   was   an   excellent   partner)   the   truth   meant   more   than   faux   happiness   or   worse   ---   lies.   fingertips   dance   along   the   handle   before   inevitably   twisting   to   open   up   the   door.   she   continues   to   give   a   sheepish   glance   towards   the   other,   before   ducking    her   head   and   allowing   brunette   tresses   to   veil   her   face.

in   the   room,   a   soft   mewl   sounds.   a   different   vibrato   from   the   pristine   cat   jumin   (and   herself)   CHERISHED   so   much.   to   her   knees   nabi   fell,   a   hand   pressing   ‘gainst   the   top   cushion   of   a   chair   while   the   other   reached   beneath   to   pull   out   the   kitten.   a   few   meows   of   protest   sounded   at   first,   until   she   rose   and   cradled   the   small   creature   to   her   chest.   an   orange   tabby,   barely   outgrowing   her   dainty   hand.   when   it   began   purring   in   her   embrace,   she   finally   looked   back   over   to   him   with   a   soft   smile   gracing   her   lips.

❛     Remember   when   you   saved   that   kitten   in   your   garden  ?   It’s   a   lot   like   that.   Only   she   was   in   a   box   and   it   was   raining.   Look   how   small   she   is...   I   couldn’t   leave   her.     ❜ 

[mangafascination]

[chrissysaur]

[atestingblogg-blog]

SOME MORE NABI TIDBITS: When it comes to fragrances, Nabi tends to prefer various red hued items ( candles, soaps, lotions, candy, etc ) that lean towards citrus. If it’s something like cinnamon, she’s not a fan. Her absolute favorite scent is anything pomegranate. It’s also her signature smell, as she washes her hair / body with pomegranate scented soaps. The only time she’ll break this is if her partner buys her something different.

[like-a-korean-blog]

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Tonight this Han doesn’t want to fly Solo. ♡

❛     mm  ?     ❜   curious   hum   resonates   ‘pon   instinct,   his   lips   brushing   along   the   ridge   of   her   ear   causing   shivers   to   ripple   up   her   spine.   she   expected   sweet   words   to   sound,   something   suggestive   that   lures   her   away   from   the   sofa   ——   the   anticipation   nearly   killing   her.   eyes   flutter   closed,   a   smile   curling   on   her   visage,   allowing   the   rich   tone   of   his   voice   to   fill   her   senses.   only,   it   takes   her   a   moment   to   register   what   he   said.   immediately,   nabi   rises   from   her   perch   and   leaves   the   room,   muttering   the   ANNOYANCE   he just   brought   to   her   under   her   breath.

❛     I   cannot   believe   my   own   husband   would   do   this   to   me   in   my   own   home.     ❜

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