* DAMNED / DIVINE

independent. private. highly selective. original character. created and written by kendra__

[fivexfaith]

yo, yo, yiggidy yo!! i just wanted to make a post to properly and formally apologize for my absence across all of my blogs!! 

a while ago, i had one of my really good friends move in with me after going through a nasty break-up. it was very sudden and to say the break-up she went through was awful would be an understatement. i’ve also been trying to organize my streaming on tw.itch so that’s been my focus whenever i have any sort of free time. but! things are slowly returning back to normal, and so should my activity on here, diana, alice, and my oc!! 

a huge thank you to all who took the time to read this and for everyone who understands and is willing to bear with me!!

much love, kendra <3 

[holly-wabledoo]

[condemncd]

The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

[kristenstewartfashionstyle]

[condemncd]

starter call? starter call.

[condemncd]

atomicblnd:

a scoff, along with the with a shaking motion of her head. ‘ I’m sure it is. ’ she comments off-handedly, well aware that the wolf no doubt already had had one or the other encounter with hunters. this one very well, could have been her last encounter, judging by how close they were on her heels. lorraine wasn’t sure if she was aware of that. the girl had been smart not to fight them, that alone had saved her life.

‘ no I am not. ’ but I was, better than they are, trained to be just that, but lorraine doesn’t voice that, loosens her hold on the wolf instead, she won’t run, is smarter than that. knows the hunters are still out there, looking for her. ‘ what a weird way to say thank you, to question my motives. ’ the blonde quips, eyebrow arched. ‘ given I just saved you from them. ’ not that she had expected a thank you from the other, understands her suspicion quite well. ‘ not your regular weekend gig after all then, is it? ’ she offers, still not answering her question. ‘ enough have died at their hands, there is no reason to add your name to the list. ’

        “I’ll give thanks where thanks is due.” She never asked to be saved. But she’s shifting, leaning further back, digging shoulder blades into brick. She never asked for this life. But that’s what she won’t tell you. And something else she won’t ever say? Is that she prefers this weight on her chest. 

        “What’s in it for your? ‘Cause last time I checked, Spider-man never went around lookin’ for thanks from the city of New York. Spider-man just wants justice. Spider-man does it outta the kindness of his webbed heart.” Another shift, crane her neck all the way out, to diminish the very little distance the blonde had put between them. “You ask for recognition. You want somethin’.” The woman before her is no Spider-man. 

[condemncd]

x || @taramcly // s.c

        Hands lift and slender fingers go to grasp the collar of her leather jacket to flip it up, to pop it, to create some sort of shield from the cold winds and icy rains that whip and thrash. Her gaze is lowered, fixed on the wet cement below a pair of converse before it flickers up and to the left the moment her senses are able to pick up on something besides the dampened asphalt. 

        “Wanna share? --The uber, I mean.” Voice raises loud enough to be heard but still low enough so that the other doesn’t mistake her offer reserved for someone else. “It’s on it’s way right now. Totally wouldn’t mind. Took, like, an hour for it to actually get here. Must be the weather that has everyone requesting a lift outta the city. Which is fair.” A pause, a beat, to let a wrist twist and fingers flick up towards the clouded skies before an index juts and lulls towards the traffic on the street. “Case and point.” 

[condemncd]

: )

kissesstatus: yisses (2/?)

x || @unsungseeker

        She doesn’t know how it happened. Alcohol, heat of the moment, the vehement thump, thump, thump of the bass… If she had to guess. But what she does know is that her mouth is moving against another and arms have been fixed around a small frame. Belligerent, there’s nothing soft about it.

        “Ah,” Hands move from the small of a back to raise and wrap slender digits around a set of biceps to push. But only just, only so she could get a good look at the face that her face had been attached to just moments ago. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” One hand retreats, to jut out an index finger, to point and wag while the corners of her mouth pull, curling a pair of lips into a wayward grin. “We’ve done this before, haven’t we?” Same smile, only wider than before. They have. Maybe not the whole making-out part. But they’ve met. She recognizes these pheromones in particular. 

[evamendesdaily]

[condemncd]

‘ on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? ’ will he offer me his teeth? ‘ yes. ’ will he offer me his jaw? ‘ yes.’  will he offer me his hunger? ‘ yes. ’ again, will he offer me his hunger? ‘ yes !! ’ and will he starve without me? ‘ yes !! ’ and does he love me? ‘ yes. on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? ’ // original character. est. september 2k14. created and cared for by kendra. // promo credit  

[condemncd]

give ren some of those kisses.

kissesstatus: yisses (1/?)

x || @braccati

        Primal hunger. That’s all she can think of, that’s the only excuse she’s able to pull from the singular part of her brain that seems to be functioning properly. Even as her hands remain glued to the small of a back and arms stay fixed around. Gripping, unmoving. All while her mouth moves relentlessly against another. 

        The fight for dominance had hardly been a fight at all. She knows her place and she allows herself to be where she currently stands. She wills herself and the animal within to be okay with it. That’s why it’s her back against the wall. 

        That’s why her grip is loosening and why her muscles are gradually releasing tension little by little. 

        That’s why it’s her that’s submitting. 

[condemncd]

atomicblnd:

she hadn’t exactly tracked the wolf, not like she not like she normally would have. she had stumbled across her more or less accidentally, a lucky chance so to speak. it had been the hunters that had drawn her attention to the girl she now held pinned against a brick-wall. if they were here, so her train of thought, something supernatural must be too. and she had been right, just hadn’t exactly managed to get to her before they had. instead, she had pulled her out of sight, had abruptly ended her run from them, pinning her against a brick-wall, her arm pressed against her collarbones, keeping her against the wall still.

‘ sup? ’ Lorraine echoes, more surprised than anything else. no fight then, at least not right away. her hand slips moves from covering the wolf’s mouth, but her hold on the wolf doesn’t let up yet. ‘ asks the girl running from a set of hunters. ’ she deadpans.

        A breath is sucked in, sharp and sudden while a gaze lifts to look up at nothing in particular, just to redirect it elsewhere as the gears in her head crank and churn. “You say that like I should be concerned or something.” Emerald orbs drop back down to settle on the profile just an inch or two away from her own and she was to swallow, hard. To push away intrusive thoughts, to keep the itch from spreading, to keep certain urges from growing. “This is just a weekend gig, really.” Nothing new. 

        “You’re not one of ‘em.” She knows. The animal inside of her knows. The woman who has her pinned is giving off a set of pheromones than the ones that were on heels moments prior. “Yet here we are in the usual position.” A pause, a beat, a steady exhale out. “Here we are.” So tell her why hasn’t she gone for your throat, yet? 

[wearethegenesis-deactivated2016]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

[infaernal-archive-blog]

The Infernal Devices, Cassandra Clare

[condemncd]

starter call? starter call.

[condemncd]

‘ on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? ’ will he offer me his teeth? ‘ yes. ’ will he offer me his jaw? ‘ yes.’  will he offer me his hunger? ‘ yes. ’ again, will he offer me his hunger? ‘ yes !! ’ and will he starve without me? ‘ yes !! ’ and does he love me? ‘ yes. on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? ’ // original character. est. september 2k14. created and cared for by kendra. // promo credit  

[condemncd]

angeldcwn:

beth’s barely graced consciousness before spencer’s lips are against her neck, a soft smile spreads across the detective’s lips. you’d think she’d have gotten used to this by now, but no, every morning that she wakes up feeling completely and unconditionally adored feels as heartwarming as the last. “six hours, spence.” she cracks open just one eye, enough to watch the werewolf against her skin, hands lazily combing through her lover’s hair. 

she hums quietly, closing her eye yet again. “why didn’t you show up at work today, beth? oh, you know, my partner told me not to.” she continues the playful dialogue, her smile ever growing and her hands still tangled in spencer’s hair. “no, not that partner. the one that sleeps with me, yeah she told me not to come in. no, you don’t understand sir, it was super important, she was without me for a whole six hours.” 

the detective laughs to herself, reaching for her phone with her free hand, squinting at the screen and placing it back down. “wednesdays are quiet. i’ll tell the chief i’m catching up on paperwork at home. but i might have to, you know, actually do some paperwork later. deal?”

       “Six hours?” A groan, soft, lightly etched into a collarbone before lips press against for a third time in the same spot. “That’s, like, six hours too many. Try six years.” Six lifetimes would be a better accuracy, honestly. “Which is a good thing, I guess. Because I really don’t think I could’ve survived seven.” 

        Doting hands wander down south to a waist and grip loosely. The pads of her thumbs push into the hollows of a pelvis to rub and to caress, to silently worship as a quiet chuckle breaks during Beth’s mini monologue. “I love you.” It’s the other’s teeny tiny antics and quirks that will always steel the werewolf’s still beating heart right from the cavity of her chest. 

        “I can agree to that. Under another condition.” Grin breaks, crooked and wicked as a head lifts and emerald hues bore down onto hazel ones. She loves you, Beth. Did you know that? She loves you. She voiced it only seconds ago but she also loves you in this very moment while a hand raised to palm a cheek and the edge of a thumb languidly swipes across the highest point of cheekbones. “No clothes. And we stay in bed.” Compromise? Compromise.