𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙾𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻

the flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you

[everyglitteringkiss]

okay but an au where muse a summons a demon of lust to have their first time with; it’s all fine and dandy, transaction’s made, they probably break the bed, muse a is properly deflowered and when they wake up the demon’ll be gone. great.

except muse b, the demon of lust, thinks the apartment is pretty neat and decides to stay. it’s like having an unwanted roommate. a cocky, lusty demon as roommate.

yeah, not so fine and dandy.

[exitiums]

𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄          ─ m.f.

closed starter for @exitiums. 

     faye sighed heavily, “why won’t you believe me?” she asked, dragging a hand through her hair. “he’s literally just my skate partner, i love you. i want you. why won’t you believe me?” she asked, licking over her lower lip. 

          the look of his eyes was blank ; slate irises hollowed out with a vacancy the situation hadn’t called for but had proved, once more, to be all too natural. “ there’s a difference ─ ” sputtered past cold lips, indignant behavior beginning to unravel beneath his tone. “ just a skate partner doesn’t have their hands all over you. being awestricken and infatuated are not synonymous. ” had it not happened on multiple occasions, jack would have thought himself senile. a brief shake of his head splintered his frustration. “ you don’t see the way he looks at you. ”

[evecoffn]

character concept: two people who have been reincarnated for thousands of years and have always found eachother but instead of being in love they just fucking hate eachother

[herhmione]

there is NOTHING better than a true power couple… the only two people who can keep up with each other, constantly testing one another, intimidating together, intimidating apart, an unrelentless, unstoppable force, the only two characters able to truly mellow and understand each other, god damn

[unspeakableweasley]

Visit Original Link

Pass the test, taste the flesh Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg, give me some more Make me bleed, I like it raw

[exitiums]

*    virtue    /    wiingedvirtues

@lnfernae​ is blessed

                             “QUESTION. how far is too far with protective parenting?”

virtue is POINTING a straw rather harshly in his direction, her sunglasses slipping rather more VIOLENTLY down her nose than she had EXPECTED. her usually bright face is caught in an expression that is somewhere BETWEEN annoyance and accusatory. the boy she’s SPEAKING with isn’t the target of her ire. that privilege is saved for her MEDDLING brother. however her persona is LESS than soft at present.

                           “like when can you be like hey i’m eighteen.. BUTT out!”

photographs of his own sister flash behind eyelids,  each blink sewn together to simulate a FLICKERING   cinema projector. a knit of eyebrows muddies the  usual stoic expression, breath of a chuckle exhaled SHARP through his nose.

           “ i’m gonna say .. never. ”

his body SLANTS, heel of his left hand used as a   perch for his respective cheek. amusement tickles slate irises now, matching the hitch of HUMOR in his tone.

          “ most people would be happy someone gave enough of a SHIT ‘bout them. ”

[fireandsteelofangels]

there’s a wrecked reverence in the way you whisper my name  a wicked worship in the way your fingers trace my scars  a holy ground in the two of us and our beating hearts  because you take me to heaven with a simple kiss  and I’d sacrifice anything at the alter to keep you by my side  so darling, being ruined by you is the honor of my life

Love is an Unholy Religion by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

[spillseas]

au where being soulmates doesn’t necessarily mean you’re perfectly compatible or well-matched so gimme muse a and muse b having to work at it, having to reconcile clashing personalities/goals/outlooks on life with the fact that they feel empty without the other near. gimme soulmates that have to work for the same happiness others just fall into and it takes time, pain and a whole lot of tears but they get there, slowly but surely.

[exitiums]

*    mandy    /    southrot

❝  WE’RE CLOSING.  ❞       gives him a death stare,      this  is  probably exhaustion  taking  control  of her  actions  right  now.     working  a  double  shift  always  dries  her  out ;  increases  the  bitchy  mode she almost  never  turns  off.    not entirely her fault, though.   poor  child  born  of  chaos and  violence,   doesn't  know any  other  way  to live if not  working to  get  food  on  the  table ,   since no  one  else  ever  would.   a brief sigh escapes her lips.    ❝           but go on and order something.   make me hang around for more 30 minutes or so.    be a dick,   if you must   ❞  

                                      @lnfernae​      //    sc.

SALES, OF ANY KIND,      were  not  his  expertise.    jack  had  never  found  himself  in  a  position  like  so  many  others,   had  never  truly  had  to  deal  with  the  discontent  of  pushing  one’s  body  past  exhaustion  in  order  to  make  end’s  meet.    maybe  had  he,   the  smile  that  graced  his  features  wouldn’t  have  read  so  sinisterly  amused ;   the  desire  of  wanting  to  stick  his  tongue  out  like  a  five  year  old  on  the  playground  but  being  adult  enough  (  barely  )  to  refrain  from  doing  so.    dusty  irises  peruse  the  menu  for  a  nanosecond.   ❝   i’ll have whatever takes the longest to make.   ❞

[iconicgirls]

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who doesn’t realize when you’re flirting with him, and gets really flustered when he realizes

[remuslupyn]

plot bunny. two strangers meet at a motel in the middle of nowhere. everyone who’s checked in is there for different reasons. there’s a woman who’s escaped an old lover. you heard someone say they’ve been traveling across the country and needed to stop and take a break for a few days. the man at the front desk doesn’t say much, but you swear you haven’t seen him move from since your checked in. still the vacancy lights and mysteriously empty pool have a way of keeping everyone there, including you. maybe it’s that – or maybe it’s the people. 

[awritcs-blog]

ok but give me a detective who has a shit ton of morals and is at the peak of his/her career falling in love w the dangerous criminal he/she’s been trying to catch since the dinosaur days pls

[fireandsteelofangels]

in the face of ruin and legend all I see is you, the light flickering across your face looking like something worth throwing away everything for and I will fight for you, I will live for you I will become the person you want to chose  and even though the fire raging threatens to eat me alive I try to become ice, cold and unapproachable but you walk in, like a ruler but without a crown and my heart jumps and my walls come crumbling down I didn’t realize that impossible could become belief or that my limbs were capable for yearning for softness I think, my darling, that we could peace in the middle of this war

Unfinished Stories #704 by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

[exitiums]

little flower, he whispers in a voice made of shadow come with me if you truly wish to blossom

[exitiums]

*    honey    /     softstutter

          a flash of warmth surges through her soma at the pair of lips that happens upon her skin and the stars that align her cheeks hide behind a sudden rush of scarlet. can’t begin to rationalize the kiss if she tried –– nor the way her eyes blink up at his mouth again almost as if to ask for more. no longer is it a matter of what’s safe, rather what her body wants. its counteractions disregard everything that it seems that jack is trying to run away from no matter how much she wants to be good. “ but what … ” longing maples delineate his every feature in a note of curiosity, head lilting some in order to seize his gaze. “ d-does that mean? for u-us. ” she couldn’t ever do without closure lest uncertainty eat her alive. needs to know exactly where they’ll end up in order for her feet to begin to take her there.

        time stutters to a stop when she speaks, irises glazed over in a manner which could have easily been read as disassociation.   us,   reverberates through his head as if spoken through abrupt cymbals, rippling through the already thin vein of conscience because jack doesn’t know what they even are. if there was a they to begin with. his head tracks back to the first time they were lumped together, a single unit ; it’s not a word to be   feared   but it rolls the faintest shiver over thin shoulders. his hand has yet to move, cemented in the soft of her skin. proving to be his finite source of life. her cheek acts as his defibrillator, the look in amber hues his oxygen tank. “ i don’t know, ” soft tone almost   veers   far from his lips, ghost-like vapor dusting the air in the form of syllables. would it make him a   bad person   to break her heart? 

[praial]

Chile: Volcán Llaima