o, foolish creatures

ғ ᴏ ʀ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ   s ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ғ  ᴀ  ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ  ᴘ ʟ ᴇ ᴀ s ᴜ ʀ ᴇ . . . ○ ○ ○ Ｃ ｏ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｎ ａ   Ｂ ｌ ｉ ｎ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ． Sweet like honey. A pro at getting caught in s t i c k y situations... but the getting-out part needs a little work. ○ ○ ○ formerly a-little-fly indie OC (The Devil's Carnival +more) multiverse / multiship muse & mun 21+ #nsfw present but tagged tracking #destroyedourselves

[destroyed-ourselves]

❝ o, foolish creatures that we are— for the sake of 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 we have...❞

selective-ish, lowish-activity, fandomless-ish OC (orig. created w/ The Devil's Carnival & Repo! the Genetic Opera in mind, but let's see where things take us). written by Cam (she/her, 30s). multiverse, multiship, OC / fandomless / crossover / AU friendly. est. 2012, dug up & resurrected a couple times inc. 2025.

𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞...

of lost girls; of leaping before you look; of drowning sorrows; of where trying to outrun your problems takes you; of getting better ‘cause you’re not dead yet. probably.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑:

☆ the free spirit (you are here) ○ the mindthief ○ the warlock ○ the living library

○ 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 ○ 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 ○ 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘 ○ 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘/𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ○ 𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎 ○

[fleuralies-deactivated20140920]

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson

[threedollarsdotcom]

tv shows are bad. parents dont love their kids in real life

[destroyed-ourselves]

✨

[perriaeyjeve]

[starcut-sand]

loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are

[mindxthief]

[[copycatting @southern-belle-outcasts and got the girlies on Wire. I have no idea what I’m doing but if you’re on there feel free to come bother ‘em!]]

[scarlet-teeth]

I know I’ll never be enough but sometimes I just like to pretend

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Making a dream come true—that had been the intention. Only he hadn’t realized just how much Cori really wanted it until his hand had darted between her legs to get the nuisance fabric out the way not even a full minute after pulling them into the supply room, already wet as his fingers grazed her.

Was it chancy, could there be cameras alerting to their presence? Maybe. But that’s why they needed to be quick, and why he’d already been working with a stiffie tucked into his belt before he ever dragged her out of sight.

“Don’t go moanin’ loud,” he breathed in her ear. “Even if you’re taking my cock perfectly…”

[destroyed-ourselves]

The quiet part was feeling like a taller and taller order with Farrar pressed up against her and deep inside her and his voice (that murmured praise, taking my cock perfectly—), arousal and adrenaline mixing to make her dizzy.

Quick, though, fuck, Corinna came right then and there, body going taut as she bit down harder on her lip. A moan slipped past her teeth anyway, pitched high, maybe not quiet-quiet but less volume than it could have been and that had to count for something, right?

She had one hand out to brace herself, but the other came up, shaky, reaching for whatever of Farrar it could touch. Just wanted to pull him that much closer, hold him just a tiny bit tighter to her.

[destroyed-ourselves]

high praise from @jonvandernoorde (accepting):

❝ you're all mine to use, aren't you? ❞

Corinna loved it when Jon got possessive.

And he must have known. Had to have felt her squeeze on the length of him, had to have felt how much wetter she got at that growl of all mine.

"Yes," she breathed, "fuck, y-yes, Sir—"

She always wore a collar when they played, lately, one with a little silver snowflake charm on it that meant owned, that meant his. The way he held the leash meant that too: that firm, sure grip, tugging her back into place if she drifted out of line... but she liked it best when he said it.

(All mine to use. Use meant useful meant needed, somehow, a little bit, right? And needed was just about as good as wanted.)

"Thank you, Sir."

[krasnie-vrata]

[monstroussuggestion]

I want to lick your pulse and make you wonder if I’ll bite.

[costanzahype]

[aidashakur]

threesome except its me, you, and the reassurance i needed

[destroyed-ourselves]

something spicy from @echomancerforhire (accepting):

❝ If you can still walk, then we're not finished. ❞

Corinna's legs were shaking like a phone set to vibrate. Walking was not happening any time soon. Standing felt like a tall order.

But Corinna tried, even though all she really wanted to do was stay in bed with August and bask in the afterglow, trembling and dreamy. She hauled herself to her feet and took a few steps across the room, focusing hard on putting one foot steadily in front of the other.

The word finished just scared her. Always did.

The second she got near the dresser she put a hand out — something to hang onto while her legs felt weak and she still hadn't completely caught her breath. August had worn her out; was she even up for another round? Couldn't she have just told him please don't go?

(Of course not. That sounded pathetic, too needy. He'd go for sure if he heard her say that. But as long as he was having fun, then maybe—)

She looked back at him over her shoulder, flashing him a grin and sticking her tongue out for just a second. "Still walking," she teased. "So whatcha gonna do about it?"

[paper-wounds]