shark vs the universe
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Cosmic Funnies
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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WOAH -- - ! this is still a thing, sariel is still a thing! just been a little busy / not in a super big writing mood but i will be getting to drafts soon && i am also lurking / trying to do things also over at @fracturedportrait !
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defenestratio
“You’re going to have to find out for yourself,” The ploy works, admittedly, and her eyes flit and wander their errant ways to legs so graciously inked, and she finds herself enamored and remotely affectionate toward the entirety of the thing, toward the very thought. She has but one tattoo of her own and each time she thinks of it the feeling returns, the memory of ink drilling sharply and the head-rush that accompanied– the first time she’d ever experienced what the French call la douleur exquise– a phrase without translation that marks pain as beautiful in its way.
“There is no one to attest for my pancake talents save for myself, my brothers, and my niece. –Neither of whom get to see them too often. Not as often as I’d like, anyway,” That smile remains, and her eyes are a shade of crystal that has no comparison in the earthly world itself. Bright, bright, bright, they could be ornaments strung up on a Christmas tree, clear-cut glass and phenomenal elegance without true description. No shade of paint compares, nothing could be as close, as accurate. They seem almost silver.
She moves with the measured care of one who has accustomed to their handicap– it took a long time, but Alana’s steps and motions know precisely what she’s doing and she moves at a speed trapped somewhere between slow and careful, keeps her eyes front and her steps easy. Ice does not bother her too much, though the paranoia of falling remains– with a fake hip, that becomes a complication, unfortunately. She’s not made up of easily movable parts.
“It’s a wonderful language. There’s something so enchantingly old-world about it– traditional and heavy, that kind of pleasant weight I tend to feel drawn to. Aren’t we all, though? Searching endlessly in the dark for something that forms a rooted connection, something of the earth,” something to hold onto. They’re a block away and the diner is small, lit low and neon, the seeming embodiment of the very diner aesthetic. When Alana reaches it, a hand holds the door open, easily balanced, that flush still plain on her face, on her nose, “Please, after you.”
◣✞◥ “ && ME, IF ---- I get to be so LUCKY, ” Yes, Sariel could see herself ( as premature as it might have seemed ) being in a mood for pancakes in a few hours. She chuckled & suddenly felt an unexpected twinge of self consciousness, as if for once, she realized just how forward she was being, “ I - If you are into that. You seem like a woman of MANY talents - pancakes included. ”
It was odd, perhaps, that she pulled herself back in such a way. The fallen angel was usually as forward as her overly decorated body hinted that she might be - LOUD & UNAFRAID of pushing herself & those around her to the limit. But suddenly - she wanted to pull back, if only slightly, on the throttle. She wanted Alana to direct the pace just as much as she was, as if they both had a hand on the wheel of where this might go.
She fell easily in step with Alana, hands driven deeply into her pockets as she followed her lead towards the diner. Sariel was careful walking beside her but not overly so, dark eyes - from their corners - tracked the other woman, noticing the pattern of her gait & subtly logging it away. More questions for another, less a treacherous, time.
By the time they reached the diner, the small glimpses of pale skin on uncovered legs were a shocking red. She quickly slipped around Alana into the warmth of the diner & groaned audibly. “ So -- how LONG am I supposed to survive this? I don’t think I get paid well enough to buy a whole new goddamn wardrobe ... I should re - think my relocation ... ” with an over exaggerated shiver the fallen angel sat herself down in a booth as FAR from the door as possible, patting the worn red vinyl beside her, “ Unless you can give me a few good reasons to STAY? ”
There was an eyebrow waggle before she took a yellowed menu from a less than enthused waitress, handing one to Alana, and scanned the options, speaking distractedly, “ I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been ‘ ROOTED ’ to this Earth - no matter how many languages I speak. Its never felt ... like home ... ” Sariel fell quiet for a moment & then realized just how strange that sounded. Pale cheeks flushed briefly pink as she cleared her throat & shifted in her seat, eyes glued to the menu, “ -- uh, yeah - you should ignore like FIFTY PERCENT of what I say I’m ... better at talking about languages than ... using them, most of the time. ”
about me.
about me.
name: Harmony nickname: My boyfriend & my family both call me some weird stuff shh gender: Female pronouns: She/Her zodiac: ~ LEO ~ birthday: August 20th sexuality: bi / demi - sexual country: America religion: technically Catholic but meh hogwarts house: Hufflepuff MBTI: ENFP
You’re not over it if it still makes you angry.
S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #7 (via tylersjoscph)
INDEPENDENT MALEFICENT / WRITTEN BY BRIAR.
CHARACTER FLAWS &&. STRENGTHS | 001 ↳ Bold what applies to your muse!
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i know six different, very painful ways to get you to tell me who Guardian is using my index finger.
adroitbedfellows
#GROOVY “ wow — that’s deep. did you need to turn around to shed a tear ? – pluck a nose hair or something? “ body arches back slightly, sculpted brows raising. what a mess — someone went a little too crazy with shots - & frankly, with adult crayola as well. definition of YIKES. “ if we fuck in a back alley – will you leave me alone? “
◣✞◥ “ NO I USUALLY ---- - bite the inside of my lip. Way more BELIEVABLE. ” she did not have the BLOODY TEETH to prove it - too bad. She wondered if the blonde would have been turned on by that. The spider web tattoo under her chin is flashed once more with another shot or tequila - the last ... PROBABLY.
A laugh hit the bar top along with the shot glass. “ You don’t want that. You don’t like me. You think I’m gutter trash, Laurie && not the kind you usually like, ” No, they had not been INTRODUCED but yes, she knew her name -- “ I don’t fuck chicks to shut them up. ”
teramater
“gaia?” fiddling with a frown, perplexity feigns between the crease of arched brows while she continues to shake her head. “never heard of her.”
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◣✞◥ “ IS THIS THE WHOLE -- - ‘ your dad’s ruined our hold on the earth so you can’t sit with us ’ thing or -- am I really not supposed to know WHO you are? ”
◣✞◥ “ YOU KNOW --- - this is getting really fucking OLD. ”
The words slipped through dark stained lips with silver whisps of smoke. Death came not with wings but with a haze of nicotine & a BAD ATTITUDE. The blood didn’t phase her - & neither did the obvious intense pain of the woman curled against the wet brick wall - but the simple fact she was called here - AGAIN - colored her mood & left a sour taste in her mouth. One the cigarette did little to qwell.
“ This time I should actually take you. This ... this could be IT && with you out of the way I could actually enjoy my Saturday nights again .... ”
✞ @lasiiurus / didn’t ask for this
SUPER LATE MUNDAY BUT ITS RELEVANT! I got a tattoo at Kat Von D’s shop High Voltage TWO YEARS AGO TODAY! Here is a horrible picture of me from that day & the Daft Punk lyrics I got done. Seems most relevant on this blog so !
bonewitchery
The witch merely shrugs, not taking her eyes away from the chopped vegetables on the table before her and carries on with her task. The knife raps against the cutting board with every slice, the witch cutting through mushrooms with a fast yet calm, easy sort of haste. “I would not know. I have never spoken to Him, I suppose He never deemed me worthy,” she murmurs, casting a brief glance over her shoulder at the angel and gestures vaguely in her direction with the knife. “But I would say it is because He is an unfeeling bastard who cares little for the feelings of those He creates. I suppose we are something like dolls to Him.”
◣✞◥ THE FALLEN ANGEL, couldn’t help but laugh at that assesment - it was too true - TOO REAL to not find some amusement in it. “ Consider yourself lucky - being ‘ worthty ’ is as overrated as it is DANGEROUS. && once he changes his mind -- ” a shrug of tattooed shoulders, a smile that soured into something sad the longer it sat on dark lips, “ Its a hell of fall. ” She fell silent for a moment, dark eyes entranced for a moment by the flashing of steel -
“ He is a fucking ASSHOLE --- he created me so ... thats gotta be clear to you already, ” cue the self depricating chuckle, the nervous strumming of fingers on the counter top, “ Did you ever felt like He had a PLAN for you though? Did you ever ... even once thing someone was looking out for you? ”
“Real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that.”
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