𝓒𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓪 @crystal--aura - Tumblr Blog

“scythes are impractical battle weapons” you say but i can’t hear you over the swish swish of my huge fucking scythe, which is cool

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@kisskisshoney @honeysickles @crystal–aura

#tagged in #thanks!

To be as beautiful as a moonflower, unique as snow, to see with kaleidoscope eyes, and feel with a bioluminescent soul.

#musings #Crystal

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I. They say she’s made of sugar and joy, that her laughter could lit up the sun. She smiles and smiles and says the world is lovely and she is fine, but her lips are beginning to hurt and the lights are growing dimmer.

II. Each unspoken word is a shadow holding a knife, a ghost of emotion poised to strike if she falters. Her heart is bleeding, the stitches from years past slowly coming undone. She’s not a seamstress, but she tries to learn nonetheless, so she can fix herself this time and no one will be any the wiser.

III. They say she’s made of sunshine and dreams, but she’s read too much, felt too much to believe it real. She’s a sun hungry for something inside of her which will eventually end, she’s a sweet dream turned into a nightmare in a moment’s notice. She’s a painting of an enchanting landscape in shades of black and blue and grey.

IV. Words bleed out of her heart, a strangely coloured substance she uses to create new worlds and remake old ones. She looses herself in these alien colours of her heart, hoping, praying, that whatever her tired fingers can conjure will be enough to feed the growing emptiness.

V. They say she’s made of possibilities, of futures bright and awaiting. But some days she looks ahead and all she sees is mist, a mist so thick she can’t even see her own hands. The future is mysterious and unknowable, and she’s too afraid of what’s she’s going to find beyond the white veil.

VI. She speaks, she writes, and hopes her words will reach someone, somewhere— that they’ll understand what she cannot. The shadow of despair hides in the darkened corners sunlight does not reach and the light’s running out of time.

— we’re nothing more than fading suns | g.t.m

#adornments

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commission for milliemunchers of her character Bisou! thanks for commissioning! she was so much fun to draw ahhhhhh <3

#adornments #this is so cute and pink!!

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Lilith Aurelia, The Black Rose.

The forbidden fruit bore by Crystal’s womb, and of Dakuryon’s loins. Lilith, unlike other Reapers, was taught by her mother of their ways of fighting since she was a child, while her Archdevan father taught her of the arcane. She has inherited a generous amount of Dakuryon’s power, and is not someone you want to cross lest you are asking for a deathwish.

// @crystal–aura come look at our daughter 💗 💗 💗\

crystal--aura

“Our child is that of ethereal beauty. She bears your eyes, your Gifts. ... and my heart.”

#beloved daughter ---- gifted child {Lilith}#she's absolutely beautiful my goodness!

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For the lovely Claudia

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magus-imperator:

“That’s right, love … let go of any inhibitions, and surrender yourself completely to me … “ the Imperator breathes in heated passion, slowing the pace of his thrusts to a more controlled rhythm the moment a familiar rush pulsates from his throbbing member, intending to last as long as he can; he takes his fangs to the female’s neck, piercing the soft porcelain skin there and lapping up the blood, before sucking, leaving his mark on her. A sudden need for him to indulge in her sweet taste takes over, so he oh so slowly pulls out, and leans backwards in the bed amidst the lush bedsheets, pulling Crystal with him.

“Come here, my girl. No, right here. On top of me … “ he purrs, coaxing the Reaper to position herself just above him. With a firm squeeze of the Reaper’s thighs, Dakuryon stabs his tongue within her, exploring, tasting, leaving not a single part of her unintended. Oh, how addicting he always found her taste to be. He could do this to her all evening …

“Mmm, Lord Dakuryon ... that’s so good ... “ Crystal passionately gasps, back arching from the sudden pleasure and her hips gyrating sensually slow to rub herself against Dakuryon’s hot, wet tongue, her supple breasts bouncing from the movement. The jolts of pleasure blossoming within the Elin as the Imperator tends to her flow endlessly in passionate torrents. Delicate pants draw forth gracefully from her succulent lips, accompanied by soft gasps and moans at the treatment, and it isn’t long until she’s moaning the Imperator’s name in so decadent a voice, loving it.

The young bubblegum-haired female caresses the Archdeva’s horns, looking down with her doll-like heaven blue eyes as he continues to indulge himself in her intimate sweetness ... Soon she clutches both tightly when the dominant male drives her ever closer to orgasm. Crystal deigns to steal a glance over her shoulder at Dakuryon’s still roused manhood standing proud, and she reaches to carefully wrap a hand around it. Blushing at the feel of it - like a thick and warm steel rod wrapped in fleshly desire - she steadily pumps it with a primal need to make the Imperator feel good too ....

#nsfw