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written by jojo.

[devilwrapped]

dressedlies:

                                        he’s watching her follow after him, twines their fingers and gives them a gentle squeeze before then holding the door open for her. showing her outside he steps into the sunlight and pauses, tilting his head up towards the sun as if this is the first time he’s seen it in ages. taking in a deep breath he shivers before then glancing at her as she speaks. “Joan, as in the heroine of France? Fitting, surely,” there is a pause as he considers it. “though not as classic.” he thinks about it. “Jonathan, for a son, I think. It would match Joan well.”

                                         IN  SUCH  MOMENTARY  BLISS,  IT  is  easy  to  f o r g e t  the  haunted  DREAMS,  terror  inspired  REVERIES  of  blood  &&  silk.  honeyed  VOICE  wraps  around  her  ear,  maiden  lulled  into  comforted  state.       ‘      i’ve  always  loved  the  name  JONATHAN.      ‘      the  nymph  smiles,  delicate  SMILE  settled  atop  cherry  blossom  lips.      ‘      there’s  a  GRACE  to  the  name,  don’t  you  think  ?  it’s  timeless.  e t e r n a l .      ‘      she  SQUEEZES  his  hand,  fingers  tight  over  his,  excitement  THRUMMING  through  lissome  digits.  here,  she  can  FORGET  how  much  he’s  come  to  scare  her.  here,  she  can  PRETEND  that  everything  is  as  it  was  meant  to  be.

[devilwrapped]

dressedlies:

                                      watching her he allows her to take his wrist, something he wouldn’t have done normally. he had become rather cold to the idea of being affectionate without the blood in his veins, almost as if he hated such ideas when in truth that wasn’t the case. it was jocelyn he would give the world to, was attempting to give the world to, and now feeling her stomach he couldn’t help but smile at that. he couldn’t stop smiling no matter what, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. “Mmm, then let’s go,” he takes her hand as he leads her through the house and out to their gardens, “what should we name our baby?”

                                         A  SINGLE  SMILE,  &&  SHE  is  gone,  maladroit  g i r l  falling  farther  into  the  abyss.  he  SMILES  &&  he  is  her  god,  her  LORD,  her  master.  she  would  do  anything  for  that  SMILE  she  had  fallen  so  in  love  with.  FINGERS  entwine,  girl  &&  devil,  hades  &&  persephone,  &&  she  lets  him  TAKE  her.  each  step  is  dainty,  soft  FOOTFALLS  as  she  plods,  barefooted,  into  the  sun.       ‘      i  like  JOAN,  for  a  baby  girl.      ‘      a  hum  trails,  gentle  MELODY  born  upwards  as  they  walk,  BLADES  of  grass  tickling  her  skin,  flowers  SHIFTING  in  her  wake.      ‘     what  do  YOU  think  ?      ‘

[devilwrapped]

dressedlies:

                                                  this is not usual, not the normal that has become their life; the truth is that their normal is screaming, spending time away from one another, a happy marriage on the surface and far worse beneath. yet right now he watches her, placing a hand on her face, cupping it as if a gentle babe. he knows that jocelyn is strong, it’s one of the reason why he had been so attracted to her in the first place, but now he shows compassion. “Would you like to go to the gardens? Do you think our baby would like that?” it’s soft, a desire to be outside with the wind blowing through platinum hair, resting his head in her lap and having a moment of peace.

                                       HOPE  SPARKS,  BRIGHT  &&  WINGED  thing  a f l u t t e r  in  her  breast.  it  raises,  that  FLICKER  of  the  man  she  knew,  love’s  w a r m t h  stoking  the  embers  of  what  ONCE  had  been  raging  inferno.  smile  FLITS  across  rosen  lips,  honeyed  breath  exhaled  in  pure  DELIGHT.      ‘      i  think  we  both  would.      ‘      dainty  LIMB,  arm  moves  out,  slender  f i n g e r s  wrapping  around  the  pale  skin  of  his  wrist.  she  LEADS  him  towards  her,  pressing  palm  to  flat  stomach,  only  BEGINNINGS  of  new  life  hidden  within.  maybe  this  baby  will  be  a  BLESSING.  maybe  this  child  will  bring  him  BACK  to  her.

[veryhot]

Julia Hafstrom by Ellen Von Unwerth

[devilwrapped]

xD

                                            SHE  SAYS  NOTHING,  MERELY  drapes  herself  OVER  his  lap,  legs  dangling  elegantly  off  the  arm  of  the  sofa.  a  bid  for  AFFECTION,  perhaps,  from  her  dearest  friend.

[devilwrapped]

dressedlies:

                    “are you certain you should be out of bed, my love?” the words are soft, taking his wife’s face and stroking it gently. “if you needed anything you should have said something.”

@devilwrapped

                                            BLOOD  RUNS  COLD,  SHUDDER  running  down  the  l e n g t h  of  lissome  spine.  silly  girl,  she  is  NOT  all  love  songs  &&  silk,  mind  STOPPING  the  heart  as  it  leaps,  bidding  her  drawn  closer  to  his  g r a s p .  he  is  not  who  he  once  WAS,  but  oh  how  p l e a s a n t  it  might  be  to  pretend       if  ONLY  love  were  so  simple.      ‘      it  was  ONLY  a  dizzy  spell.      ‘      voice  soft,  demure,  she  PLAYS  the  obedient  w i f e ,  the  LOVELY  ROSE  hiding  her  THORNS.      ‘      i  promise  you,  i’m  ALRIGHT.      ‘

[devilwrapped]

                                           ANYWAYS,  I’M  ALWAYS  A  slut  for  CIRCLE  ERA,  so  expect  a  full  revamp.

[devilwrapped]

so um heey guys

[jinxeds123]

[ lucian ] graymark held his head high and spoke in a clear,     authoritative voice that belied his years.    he looked every inch the perfect child of the angel,    stern   &    merciless.      //     indie circle era based lucian graymark. 

[itendsbad]

4.09

[musiisms]

Send me a ❔ for a starter where my muse has amnesia and can’t remember anything of their life.

[rosespell]

[gasolinehearts]

@theirtattooedhearts

[devilwrapped]

Things that have been said in my house sentence meme pt.1

"Don't let me watch TV - I'm impressionable."

"Do you think ants have a concept of time?"

"I'm an inventor - I made this cup holder on my chair so I can drink soda and play video games."

"FUCK THIS! I CAN BE A RADIO PERSONALITY IF I WANT!"

"What is this? This isn't music. My ears are being assaulted."

"Before you pick those up, I need you to understand I will fight you over them. I will literally slam you into the ground for Oreos."

"I'm pretty much Justin Bieber. Minus the ability to sing. And dance. And I haven't dated Selena Gomez - but other than that."

"Male lions are a lot like human men. They make the women do everything while they get all the credit."

"I wonder if I could fuck the fridge. Not that I would, cause cold. But just...could I?"

"I don't want kids. But I'd suffer through hell for nine months if it meant I got to sleep with that guy."

"If Dalton Rapattoni doesn't win this season I will personally sue this show for fraud."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm on my man period."

"We should condition him like a dog. Spray him with a water bottle every time he leers at a woman."

"If you wash the dishes I'll let you put your cold feet on my back whenever you want."

"Admit it. If you didn't know I wore star wars pajamas you'd want to fuck me."

"Three guys and a girl living together. This is like the start of some bad rom-com."

"Don't you dare fall in love with me. We've got a good thing going - I don't want pizza night to be clouded by feelings."

[cursorium]

three word starters.

[hiberniis-deactivated20160621]

cursorium:

❛ please don’t go. ❜ 

❛ don’t turn around. ❜ 

❛ i want you. ❜ 

❛ suck my ass. ❜

❛ what’s for dinner? ❜

❛ drunk i’m not. ❜

❛ where’s your coat? ❜

❛ bring some beers. ❜ 

❛ are you home? ❜ 

❛ say my name. ❜ 

❛ i can’t go.❜ 

❛ let’s get drunk. ❜ 

❛ well fuck me. ❜ 

❛ are you sick? ❜ 

❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ 

❛ you’re all wet. ❜ 

❛ are you drunk? ❜ 

❛ don’t look back. ❜ 

❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ 

❛ run far away.❜ 

❛ you are screwed. ❜ 

❛ damn you’re hot. ❜ 

❛ get here easily? ❜ 

❛ don’t touch me. ❜

❛ it’s cold out. ❜ 

❛ just leave me. ❜ 

❛ i like you. ❜

❛ talk to me. ❜ 

[devilwrapped]

                i  am  awake  but  at  what  COST  ?

[runescrafted]

"Nothing will happen to you, I promise." smooches the daughter

‘ oh, my god –– mom.’ she didn’t actually scrub at the impression of her mother’s lips on her forehead, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tempted to.   ‘ of course nothing’s going to happen to me. it’s just, you know –– ’   she made a vague waving motion with her hands, trying to encompass the whole argument discussion ( so carefully planned & coordinated ) in one nonspecific reassurance. ‘ –– hanging out? with music, and dancing? i mean, c’mon –– simon already got an okay from his mom, and you know how she is.’   which was to say elaine worried. a lot.  ‘ how lame would it be if the cool mom didn’t sign off too?’  

was that pushing it? 

okay, maybe a little.

blowing her hair out of her face, clary leaned heavily against the island in the kitchen and gave her mother her cheesiest, most transparently pleading smile. ‘ please? pandemonium’s supposed to be really cool –– and me & simon are psyched to go.’

one hundred ways to say ‘ i love you ’ | accepting | @devilwrapped

[dressedlies-blog]

"This is how I spent my summer, wanting you."

                           “you could have sent me a message.”

                 the words are soft as he feels his heart constrict at her sight, as he wants nothing more than to move towards her, take her face and kiss her. but he is changed, there is a new age to him, a new way he takes his steps. perhaps they’re less measured than they were before, there is seemingly a loosened tie on the incredible control Valentine has had. he feels different, too, but she makes him feel as if he is perhaps the same. as if there is a chance for that. 

                   he truly believes that she is one of the things in this world that will never change for him. that he will always have her to come back to, that this? this tightening of his stomach, the way his lips desire to curl up into the smile he used to win her over, and the temptation to let them…this is something he would wage a war to keep for eternity. he is a mere mortal in her wake, he realizes, that she…she is his Goddess.

                    finally he makes his way over to her and wraps her tightly in his arms, dipping down to kiss her and not kindly, lips crushing to hers, greedy to take what is his. freeing his hand he instantly threads them in the fire, and oh how it looks like blood on snow where his alabaster skin peeks through. when he pulls back he takes in her face, thumb tracing the curve of her ear.

                                                                            “I missed you, my dear Jocelyn.”