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featuring 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 — read rules before interaction. triggering themes and graphic content may appear on this blog. minors do not interact. 

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[bledpink]

hey sorry i dipped haha :) life was a mess

anyway, might try to get my bearings and return to writing again

[bledpink]

apologies for my absence!! i started school last week and frankly i'm overwhelmed 😵‍💫 i can't imagine i'll be online to write more than once every couple of weeks if i'm lucky; between working full-time and taking classes full-time, the physical and emotional burdens have stripped a lot of my brainpower.

[bledpink]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 asking for my opinion? ❞  the god blinks, intrigued. his opinion is, well, opinionated — perhaps a little too jaded, too knowledgeable where it should not be. what may come to his lips will be unadulterated fact, and is often something that he would rather not speak into existence. he is one to let the humans handle human matters to that degree, lest he incur the ire of his peers. tilting his head, he leans over @paetal's drawing with mild scrutiny spurred by adoration. 

❝ if i tell you what your work is missing, it won't be your work anymore. c'mon, work those cogwheels, your brain will thank you! ❞

[bledpink]

i wanna write starters 👀 who wants a starter

[maljefe-a-deactivated20241114]

[ 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌; 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖮𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 @bledpink 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽. ' 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. ' ] ⸻ Come here and undress me.

Frustration blooms akin to a sunflower in the midst August. She cannot help the way her body responds to his demand, how his voice flows through her like a gentle breeze through trees. Loni doesn't wish to listen, truly she doesn't, yet she still finds herself crawling over to him- ever a loyal hound would when summoned.

Biting down 'pon her tongue she slips a hand below the god's shirt. The fabric was soft against her scarred digits, clearly expensive based on that simple fact. He wished for her to listen, and clearly she was, but a thought did cross her mind. Not bothering to think her next actions through she willed her claws to push out from her nail beds. Human nails fell to the ground, but the pitter patter wouldn't be heard over the sound of fabric tearing. I hope you loved this shirt.

Smugness consumed her as her lips curled into a victorious smirk. Obviously she was under the impression she'd won, but she hadn't been in her right mind. Had she not listened to any of his words in the past? He welcomed her instability and her violence. This was surely nothing compared to that. The loss of a shirt would be nothing if he would willingly feed her his own flesh any other day.

Sucking in a breath of air she slid her palms up his chest, shifting them outwards as she reached shoulders, removing what remained of his tattered shirt. She didn't even say a word, merely held his gaze with her own fiery one, but her voice still lingered, unspoken, in the air: shall I continue?

[bledpink]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 something that the god had conjured himself — material akin to something between the finest silk and a smooth polyester, the fabric practically melts away, unraveling as long, thick claws tear clean lines down either side of his chest. ripping threads have a penchant for sounding papery, wiry; suddenly, the luxury is gone, replaced by the idea of what luxury might be, shreds dangling over his shoulders by the last dregs of friction alone. yet, even with a sweep of the hands, which tantalizingly smooth up and over his chest, the rest of the short falls away with no purpose left to serve.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, a subtle glint emanates from fleurano's usually-radiant optics, reminiscent of both mischief and hunger. known to be an indulgent deity among others, there is no question about his intentions with loni, though the slow roll is part of the thrill. the defiance surrounded by plush lips stirs something within him — perhaps knowing that, in the end, whatever she does here won't matter to anyone else but herself.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 like a sculpture, muscles appearing as though chiseled from stone, their definition indubitably crafted with vanity in mind. he wonders if she judges him more than she admires him, or simply craves him in his entirety. once his blood is upon her chin, all reason is gone to the wind. he cups her cheeks in his hands, presses a welcoming kiss to the tip of her nose and the bow of her lips, basking in the heat that rises from her skin, relishing her eyes aglow.

𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 her wrists, dragging scarred hands back down over rippled figure, allowing claws to tear dainty seams into the otherwise pristine flesh, until her fingertips meet the waistband of the matching set that she'd dared to ruin. where normally one would find flower buds and petals, beads of blood pool in each thin stripe, just barely catching the same light that reflects from the buckle of his belt. her affirms her gaze with a sweet smile, the kind that is keen to instigate. by all means, don't keep me waiting.

[mcflymemes]

when i send memes, i usually send a handful to give you a variety of options to choose from. you don't have to answer every single meme i send — i just want to give you plenty of lines to pick from so you can decide which works best for you. you can also hold onto the extras and come back to them later when the muse strikes... or, if they're taking up space in your inbox, go ahead and delete them. that's okay too! i'll send you more another day! whatever the case may be, don't feel pressured to answer every single one!

[bledpink]

❛  if they get hurt, they get hurt. ❜ it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make

@maljefe  —  meme.

❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃! ❞  the god proclaims, fingertips floating dramatically over his chest. in a world where even wishing someone dead could be considered a taboo, he is exhilarated by loni's willingness to send her troops to a place where they would potentially even die. the thrill of battle has not fully faded, and he sees it in her eyes. it is beautiful, and he swells with a certain sense of pride, knowing that she won't shy away from the consequences.  ❝ you're just the best, loni, i swear on it. if there's one person on this earth that i could count on to get things right, it's you. ❞

[bledpink]

i made a new friend today and basically spent the entire evening chatting w them instead of writing lmao

[bledpink]

❛ i need someone that’d end the world for me. ❜ / theo saying this jokingly to fleur is still dangerous LMFAO

@paetal  —  meme.

𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 thought of it before — ending the world? he is fully capable of doing so, but a certain love of humankind continues to bind him to the mortal plane. something makes him wish he would never have to leave the world behind. though, if he were to do so, he is sure that he would bring theo with him, and leave the rest behind. imagining the both of them, together, in the wake of mass destruction, is not a terrible thought. he entertains it briefly; though despite theo's reservations, he knows that the human has too many attachments to give up planet earth itself. he chuckles, holding his sweet love even closer. 

❝ not in this lifetime, love. perhaps, when you've seen a few centuries and grown jaded, we can put it up for discussion again — but, know this: i would. ❞

[sondr-gone-deactivated20241019]

starter for @bledpink

Adelaide was such a distrustful creature. So blinded by her fear of her own kind she struggled to understand that not all wished harm upon her. " Go away... " A growl as the woman pressed herself against the wall, far from the god's reach. " I said I didn't want to see you again... I'll bite you if you try to touch me... "

[bledpink]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 have always lured fleurano in. he liked to see those inflections of confusion and fear; they made him want to dote even more. it became hard not to come and see adelaide again. had he a need for sleep, he might have tossed and turned in it, thinking about her. standing afar, his lips are graced with a patient smile — even without moving, he is already cornered.  ❝ what do you think you will achieve from biting me? ❞  the god prompts, his voice silken and honeyed.  ❝ you'd tear my hands off and find only flower petals. you'd rip me open and see eternity. a bite is nothing, my dear. ❞

[bledpink]

i appreciate that @gamenu forgives the many times that my brain just fails to do its job

[bledpink]

“are you hiding in a bathroom?”

@maidmyth — meme.

❝ 𝐍𝐎, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄, i would have picked far better means to do so. ❞  the words are spoken partially in exasperation. the god could hardly imagine hiding at all, though even that is as simple as vanishing into thin air. he is not bound to the confines of the mortal flesh that manifests the form of a human, not could be dream of being so. he crosses his arms.  ❝ i was told that the mirrors had lights in the bathroom, and i was interested. ❞

[bledpink]

i haven’t seen the bright blue links yet but you bet i’m turning everything pink oml

[bledpink]

like this for fleur kiss in your inbox

[bledpink]

you guys: omg fleur is sweet pink babey

me: 🤠😈

[bledpink]

who wants to kiss fleur pls step right up