[besamcs]

               ANNOUNCEMENT — AFTER A LONG PERIOD OF CONSIDERATION , i’ve finally come to the conclusion that i haven’t been feeling myself in the rpc , and there is no one else to blame rather than myself . i’ve continued to build up a rather hampering set of expectations for myself — the quality i supply when i write with someone , how others might think of me when i talk to them , and how my aesthetic will cater to “ the audience “ , and that’s not fair to me . it never has been . i’ve single handedly reduced what i considered to be a fun hobby into a rather taxing , and insecurity bound responsibility . so  , with that being said , i am going to be starting fresh on a new account . i’m already really happy with what i’ve been working on , and taking some personal time to really rediscover my muse , and why i decided to write in the first place .

              usually , i punctuate these posts with the link to my new account , but with new beginnings come new relationships . of course , that does not include people that i wholeheartedly love and adore , those people know exactly who they are . however , for everyone else , i suppose this little announcement is a farewell , until we cross paths once more . hopefully , if and when we do end up talking to one another again , you’ll be reintroduced to someone much happier than the person i’ve been on this account . i am so grateful for every single person who has helped bring this account ( as well as everytimcs & honcyed ) to life , whether it be through our threads , the sweetest of sentiments , or friendships that have weaved themselves into the very patchwork of my being . i hope that the universe treats you all with nothing but kindness , and the utmost patience .

i love you all so very much ! 🤍

[besamcs]

               ANNOUNCEMENT — AFTER A LONG PERIOD OF CONSIDERATION , i’ve finally come to the conclusion that i haven’t been feeling myself in the rpc , and there is no one else to blame rather than myself . i’ve continued to build up a rather hampering set of expectations for myself — the quality i supply when i write with someone , how others might think of me when i talk to them , and how my aesthetic will cater to “ the audience “ , and that’s not fair to me . it never has been . i’ve single handedly reduced what i considered to be a fun hobby into a rather taxing , and insecurity bound responsibility . so  , with that being said , i am going to be starting fresh on a new account . i’m already really happy with what i’ve been working on , and taking some personal time to really rediscover my muse , and why i decided to write in the first place .

              usually , i punctuate these posts with the link to my new account , but with new beginnings come new relationships . of course , that does not include people that i wholeheartedly love and adore , those people know exactly who they are . however , for everyone else , i suppose this little announcement is a farewell , until we cross paths once more . hopefully , if and when we do end up talking to one another again , you’ll be reintroduced to someone much happier than the person i’ve been on this account . i am so grateful for every single person who has helped bring this account ( as well as everytimcs & honcyed ) to life , whether it be through our threads , the sweetest of sentiments , or friendships that have weaved themselves into the very patchwork of my being . i hope that the universe treats you all with nothing but kindness , and the utmost patience .

i love you all so very much ! 🤍

[lucazade-blog1]

also, i want to apologize to people whose messages were ever ignored by me or took me ages to reply to. i have no excuses, i’m just shit at communicating and a lot of time get stuck in my own head, postpone replying and then either forget about it or think that it is too late to reply. i’m sorry if i’ve ever made someone feel bad bc of this - honestly, it’s never personal, it’s just me and my inner problems. i will try harder to work on it. thank you for ever initiating conversations with me ♥

[besamcs]

i just realized that wandavision is just wanda and vision’s names put together

[scottstiles]

The first person I ever loved. The person I’ll always love.

[besamcs]

hi! i really love your themes and im like a big fan of you and your graphics and i was just wondering, where do you get your inspiration from for your graphics? like for instance these code/html graphics you have going on now!

i wish , i wish , i wish you knew how much this meant to me 🥺 thank you so much , angel ! i honestly like to go on pinterest and kind of surf around there to gain inspiration from my codes , and i’ll look up keywords like “ graphic design poster ” or “ poster layout ” . there’s a really wide range of minimalist , grunge , kawaii , and even more types of aesthetic to create a sort of mood board for a theme . aside from that , it is a lot of trial and error , as well as support and motivation from my friends ( and especially my literal wife @cigardrag ) throughout the process 🤍

[besamcs]

i don’t really know how to explain this , but i feel like i’ve just continuously been self - sabotaging all of the relationships that i’ve made on here . whether i talk to someone on here for a day , or a month , or half a year , they are literally embedded into the patchwork of my heart from that moment forward , and sometimes it just hits me really hard that i don’t show it . and i don’t mean to post this so people can be like , “ no , deb ! you don’t do that , you’re overthinking ! “ because i know i’m not , and i know that i have a habit of ghosting the people that have just made me oh so happy , as well as some amazingly talented people that i have insane chemistry with writing - wise and platonically — and friends . i’m not upset that people grow tired after the third or fourth time i come back expecting them to want to repeat the process all over again , i’m just upset that i continue to do it . so , i’m really sorry . and if you’re reading this , and you feel that you’re one of the people i’m talking about , just know that i’m so sorry , and that i love you , and whether i fail to show it or not , you mean so much more to me than you porbably realize .

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒂    .

      doesn’t know if it’s because of the taste of him or the fact that he stared at her with pure adoration that causes tingles to rush down her spine . he was everything and even though he made a mistake , overall he’s done so much to make her feel .. ––– good . it’s been a long and intense few weeks without him . but they were going to work on it . it was all going to be okay again . maybe that’s why his words settle in her so deep that she’s moving forward yet again , mouth sealing over his completely just to taste him more . to feel him in ways that she’s felt him before but only this time was different . everything was different .

                it    felt    unreal    ,    to    not    only    know    such    happiness    existed    but    to    possess    it    —    merely    holding    her    in    his    embrace    caused    all    tensions    to    melt    away    .    how    could    he    ever    hurt    her    ,    and    furthermore    ,    what    possessed    him    to    think    anyone    could    compare    to    this    ethereal    being    ?    even    in    retrospect    ,    he    could    barely    recall    the    other    woman’s    name    as    easily    as    he    could    recount    every    feature    upon    lola’s    body    .    only    dreams    of    a    timeline    where    her    trust    had    not    been    tarnished    by    his    selfish    actions    ,    wishes    even    more    so    as    her    lips    slot    over    his    own    once    again    .    she    was    perfect    ,    a    textbook    definition    ,    and    his    new    goal    would    be    to    remind    her    of    that    over    and    over    .    ❛    you’re    so    unreal    ,    ❜    he    murmurs    against    her    ,    tongue    tracing    the    seam    of    her    lips    before    ,    gentle    as    ever    ,    securing    another    kiss    against    inferior    brim    .    digits    only    scratch    the    surface    of    her    lithe    frame    ,    smoothing    beneath    blouse    to    reacquaint    himself    with    soft    expanse    ,    ghosting    the    small    of    her    back    with    small    patterns    .

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏    .

      she was an enigma on her own . one that maison has spent months trying to figure out and in turn fell for her every word . it was the curve of her lips , or the way she looked at him with complete adoration in moments where he felt subpar at best . imogen was the light he needed and didn’t know until he met her . forever was definitely on the horizon for the pair .. –– at least in his eyes . his hand moves from between her legs , swatting her digits away . “ i feel as though i didn’t ask for your help , imogen ” he breathes out . hand slips under the satin fabric of her shorts , index finger trailing along her slit . “ i’m going to take my time with you tonight , so just relax for me baby . i’m gonna take care of you . ”

her    hand    retreats    ,    and    soon    she    is    wrapped    up    in    the    tiniest    details    of    her    lover    —    from    emerald    pools    to    stubbled    acres    .    there’s    not    a    molecule    of    his    being    that    doesn’t    enchant    her    ,    suck    her    into    a    loving    trance    that    feels    neverending    .    ❛    you    caught    me    ,    ❜    she    teases    ,    digits    scaling    upward    to    ghost    the    expanse    of    his    jawline    .    ❛    i    just    wanted    an    excuse    to    touch    you    .    ❜    his    ministrations    ,    on    the    other    hand    ,    stoked    a    fire    roaring    strong    in    the    pits    of    her    stomach    .    it    was    obvious    with    the    way    hips    rolled    downward    ,    chasing    the    rush    of    his    finger    merely    teasing    her    .    ❛    maison    ,    we    have    a    lifetime    to    take    our    time    .    ❜    the    promise    of    forever    feels    foreign    on    her    tongue    ,    but    oh    so    right    nevertheless    .    she    could    chant    it    in    infinite    bliss    with    no    qualms    .    ❛    if    you    want    to    take    care    of    me    you’ll    stop    teasing    me    .    ❜

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒂    .

      even if her heart was going insane in her chest , she couldn’t deny that he made her feel better ..·–– that he made her feel good . it was a feeling she had long missed , and didn’t realize was gone until he had made his way back into her life . a rosy hue coats her cheeks at his words , and call her a fool but she believes him . she’s hanging on every word said from his lips as if he’s never hurt her before . “ i believe you , ” she admits pressing a kiss to his bottom lip . “ i believe you . ”

                the    object    of    his    devotion    —    she    blows    any    renaissance    piece    out    of    the    water    ,    stealing    the    air    in    his    lungs    with    crimson    -    stained    cheeks    and    ebonies    agleam    .    almost    resists    the    urge    to    reach    out    and    touch    her    again    ,    in    fear    of    ruining    a    sight    so    enchanting    .    yet    ,    digits    itch    to    scour    acres    of    praline    skin    ,    and    he    grants    himself    the    divine    privilege    with    greedy    skimmings    —    tilting    her    chin    up    just    enough    to    steal    a    kiss    from    the    corner    of    inviting    petals    .        ❛    good    ,    ❜    he    murmurs    against    brims    so    devotedly    yearned    .    ❛    i’m    gonna    make    sure    you    never    have    a    reason    to    think    otherwise    .    ❜    and    though    such    a    promise    hyperbolic    ,    there’s    not    a    trace    of    uncertainty    to    be    found    .    

[bellamysgriffin]

I watched you very closely Then I saw you look away Your eyes are either grey or blue (I’m never close enough to say)

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒃.    ,    𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒚    .

feigns   dismay   at   barren   threat   ,      optics   wide   ,      startled   as   if   he   were   a   rabbit   who’d   just   been   sought   out   by   starving   hound            –––            ‘   oh   no      !         are   the   secret   service   here   ?   ’      expression   falls   back   into   that   of   stoic   irritation   ,      unmoving   in   his   grip   on   the   blonde   ,      ‘   you’ll   have   to   ask   them   to   go   easy   on   me   ,      you’d   do   that   for   me   ,      wouldn’t   you   ?   ’      physicality   is   his   only   route   ,      knows   she   could   likely   destroy   him   should   fight   become   academic   .      wrists   are   manipulated   ,      either   one   held   in   firm   grasp   of   calloused   palms   ,      forces   her   fingers   across   his   chest   in   a   sweeping   motion   ,      ‘      holy   shit   ,      why   are   you   caressing   me   like   that   ?      this   desperation   is   embarrassing   .   ’      deems   himself   worthy   of   an   academy   award   for   his   lacklustre   performance   ,      continues   to   manipulate   her   touch   ,      ‘   it’s   awkward   how   much   you   want   me   .   ’

                ❛    i    hope    you’ve    said    your    goodbyes    ,    because    not    a    soul    could    save    you    from    the    hands    of    the    law    .    ❜    she    feeds    into    playful    narrative    ,    struggling    to    suffocate    the    pockets    of    laughter    bubbling    in    her    chest    .    homme    is    blissfully    unaware    of    the    lengths    she    would    go    for    him    ,    imaginary    or    authentic    ,    infinitely    bound    to    fits    of    splendor    ,    of    childlike    whimsy    that    she    could    not    even    pluck    from    own    adolescence    .    even    as    he    fondles    himself    with    own    lithe    digits    ,    satiny    brims    are    conquered    by    a    joy    that    pearly    veneers    could    barely    suppress    .    ❛    don’t    you    dare    flatter    yourself    ,    you    sneaky    little    ventriloquist    .    ❜    she    struggles    to    free    her    wrists    from    iron    grip    ,    unsuccessful    once    again    ,    but    barely    crestfallen    as    digits    ghost    over    ivory    build    .    truthfully    ,    had    she    been    released    ,    it    wouldn’t    take    long    for    her    to    mimic    his    impish    ministrations    on    her    own    accord    .    ❛    are    you    done    having    your    fun    now    ?    ❜    

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒅.    ,    𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕    .

        he’s  a  half  second  late  on  his  turn  ,  and  the  frustration  of  the  kind  of  perfection  he  strives  for  ,  eats  the  boy  alive  .  it’s  a  classic  instrumental  track  that  plays  as  the  girl’s  syllables  dance  with  the  music  ,  her  tone  practically  a  melody  .   his  chest  expands  as  he  works  on  calming  his  breathing  to  a  steady  and  even  pace  .  fingers  -  absent  of  his  usual  rings  ,  push  back  dark  curly  locks  that  had  fallen  against  his  forehead  .  a  tattooed  arm  leans  against  the  ballet  bar  as  his  gaze  and  attention  swivel  from  critiquing  himself  ,  to  her  -  a  distraction  he  welcomes  ,  even  if  there’s  the  ever - gnawing  feeling  he  needs  to  perfect  every  single  one  of  his  steps  .  his  eyes  follow  the  way  the  well-loved  journal  dangles  between  her  fingers  ,  “  read  me  something  .  ”  he  says  with  a  smirk  as  he  leans  down  to  grab  his  water  bottle  ,  beginning  to  unscrew  the  cap  ,  “  then  i’ll  take  you  home   –  mine  ,  yours  .  wherever  you  choose  .  ”  

                azures    linger    across    the    expanse    of    the    studio    ,    as    hypnotized    by    homme’s    hundredth    graceful    attempt    as    she    was    by    his    first    .    there’s    no    surprise    that    his    reputation    precedes    him    in    the    industry    ,    not    when    he    dissects    each    move    so    attentively    .    maybe    if    she    attacked    her    inner    workings    with    a    fire    akin    to    his    own    ,    her    own    pencraft    would    be    worth    divulging    so    intimately    .    ❛    in    your    dreams    ,    twinkle    toes    .    ❜    exorcising    the    ghost    of    a    smile    that    threatened    to    conquer    the    corner    of    her    lips    ,    imogen    responds    to    homme’s    proposal    with    a    great    deal    of    indifference    —    only    aghast    by    the    very    notion    that    personal    prose    were    privy    to    his    bargaining    .    despite    the    hint    of    mockery    in    her    tone    ,    flattery    festers    underneath    layers    of    stubborn    tissue    ,    thumps    in    time    with    beating    appendage    as    she    realizes    his    interest    .    ❛    and    wouldn’t    you    think    it    quite    bold    of    me    to    impose    on    your    privacy    ?    especially    after    donating    so    much    time    to    me    ?    ❜    almost    as    bold    as    it    would    be    to    offer    his    home    as    an    option    in    the    first    place    .    he    wants    to    spend    his    time    with    her    and    ,    relentlessly    ,    she    shuts    down    the    very    idea    .    instead    ,    she    draws    her    book    to    her    chest    ,    cradling    leather    -    bound    scripture    between    ivory    stems    with    an    unreadable    gleam    in    icy    optics    ,    hoping    he    would    make    the    decision    for    her    .

[besamcs]

if you haven’t taken a moment to just go drool over kody’s new theme for a good minute , do yourself a favor and do that now

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏    .

      “ you need me inside you ? ” leave it to maison to get excited at her words . he loved hearing how much she wants him . he loved getting her to be vocal about how much she needs him . his mouth seals over hers , his kiss deep and passionate . she tastes so good . the hommes hand move over towards the apex between her thighs , massaging her over her pajama shorts . he’d ride out tonight for as long as he could , which meant he wasn’t in a rush to give imogen what she wanted . she’d get what she wanted by being patient . “ look at me , ” he breathes after removing his lips from hers . “ wanna see your eyes while i touch you like this . ”

                ❛    i    need    you    .    ❜    emphasizes    how    no    other    soul    could    illicit    the    violent    thrum    only    he    could    coax    from    beating    appendage    .    only    his    presence    could    send    the    shiver    that    runs    abound    her    spine    ,    or    forces    supple    thighs    together    in    a    baseless    attempt    to    alleviate    the    rush    of    wetness    between    them    .    his    kisses    are    dizzying    ,    renders    her    weak    enough    for    ivory    stems    to    spread    open    ,    allowing    the    delicious    pressure    he    applies    to    her    epicenter    to    coax    mewls    from    her    throat    .    he    could    drive    her    to    her    climax    with    only    the    teasing    caress    of    his    fingers    over    satiny    fabric    ,    and    the    sentiments    reads    clear    as    day    upon    pleading    azures    as    they    meet    his    own    emeralds    .    ❛    do    you    feel    how    soaked    i    am    for    you    ?    ❜    she    queries    breathily    ,    lithe    digits    pressing    against    the    back    of    his    hand    ,    applying    even    more    pressure    to    the    dampening    cove    between    her    thighs    .

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒂    .

      was she stupid or something ? once again , here she was hanging on his every word . she’s heard this before . she’s heard it all . he made his way into her heart and burrowed there until he shattered it , and yet here she was . she wanted to give him another chance . the words were on the tip of her tongue , hanging in the balance . she squeezes her eyes shut , shaking her head . God , it was infuriating how he worked his way into her system to easily . “ okay , ” the words are a whisper . “ okay . you get one more chance and that’s it . if you do anything that makes me think you’re on the same shit , i’m out of here . i mean it . ”

                relief    sweeps    across    every    feature    ,    molds    crevice    and    curve    ,    until    he    is    alight    with    a    joy    no    other    could    bring    .    she    was    his    once    more    ,    albeit    on    a    probationary    period    ,    but    not    even    her    hesitancy    could    hamper    the    peaks    of    homme’s    unadulterated    elation    .    to    finally    be    a    part    of    her    world    once    again    ,    to    re-weave    himself    into    the    glorious    patchwork    of    her    expertise    —    to    indulge    of    the    luxury    that    is    a    warmth    only    she    can    conjure    .    this    chance    would    surely    be    his    last    ,    for    he    would    be    a    fucking    moron    to    let    it    slip    through    his    fingers    once    more    .        ❛    i    promise    ,    love    .    i    promise    you    won’t    regret    this    .    ❜    slender    digits    scope    the    plains    of    her    cheeks    ,    caressing    darling    features    for    the    first    time    in    forever    .    ❛    you    have    all    of    me    .    ❜    he    assures    her    .

[besamcs]

*    ｡    ╱    𝒗.    ,    𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏    .

      slowly , he resituates the two of them . an arm nestles around her waist as he guides her back towards the mattress , mouth pressing against the corner of hers . “ words . ” he presses , while his hands begin to travel her body . “ i can make you feel good in many ways baby , i need you to tell me what you want … ––- unless you want me to come to my own conclusions . ”

a    disgruntled    sigh    parts    brims    ,    one    awash    in    impatience    as    he    continues    to    press    her    further    .    ever    the    wordsmith    ,    it’s    ironic    how    easily    words    fail    to    drip    from    silver    tongue    .    ❛    i    want    you    to    —    i    need    you    inside    me    .    ❜    digits    weave    into    acres    of    chocolate    tresses    ,    tugging    at    downy    strands    as    his    palms    explore    the    valleys    and    curves    of    her    own    lithe    frame    .    ❛    i    wanna    feel    your    tongue    ,    your    fingers    ,    ❜    she    breathes    ,    pressing    a    tender    kiss    to    the    apple    of    his    cheek    ,    ❛    need    your    cock    to    fill    me    up    .    ❜    and    punctuates    her    statement    with    matching    kiss    ,    pressed    just    as    sweetly    to    opposite    cheek    .