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@idealisticprincess
hey, all, i have some pretty shitty news. i’ll be abandoning this account due to the sheer fucking INFLUX of personal blogs. if you’re a personal blog and liked my writing, so you FOLLOWED me, fuck you. honestly, you’ve ruined my account and i’ll be transferring just two characters over. charlie, and one new. loona.
whole different fucking account.
personal blogs who ignored that, and my rules, i hope you fucking choke. :)
my new @ is @loxnatic
ill be back when they fix tumblr ffs
Send 🥃 to find my Muse drunk!
seviathan:
“ Reputation? What do you mean? I-I…”
She knew. Even without him telling her she knew, she had always been smarter then, everyone had always been smarter than him, always knowing why he had done something, always knowing what he planned or thought. He hated them for it, but he never hated HER for it truth be told. Sev could still remember those eyes, his sister boring into his soul, fabricating some lie about his girlfriend to try and convince him she meant him harm, or that she didn’t actually care about him. She knew how to manipulate him, but most of all she knew how devoted he had always been and would continue to be to her. Seviathan had always looked up to Helsa, her words were laws written into the sky, her approval was all that he had ever wanted and his craving for it made him do things he never thought he’d do. He didn’t care if it was wrong, if it meant he could make her proud or at the very least not ashamed of him he’d do whatever he needed to.
Had the demon known this had been in store for him he would have avoided this whole silly walk out on the town. Hell was such a large place, so easy it was to avoid others, all the same, he should have known he had all eternity to run into her like this. She not only reminded him of what he had lost, but also forced him to acknowledge his own weakness, that he was second, and even worse he’d accepted that fact.
He did his best to regain his composure, even if it was futile.
“…It is hard to know true conflict when one lives forever, truly. No matter how bad things are we shall both arise from our beds come the morning. Then again perhaps that is the ultimate suffering, stagnation.”
He trailed off, his emotions getting the best of him. He was plagued, plagued with silly whims and fantasies. What combination of words would make her forgive him? What would he need to say to simply hold her as he did all that time ago? There had to be something? Some action or some occurrence that would make all their conflict irrelevant? What if he apologized? Would he really mean it? Did he actually feel bad for the things he did or was he simply selfish and missed her? If a miracle happened and they buried the hatchet would he not repeat his actions? Would he not listen to what Helsa or his friends had to say? Would he for once in his life NOT CARE what others thought of him?! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! His mind was running away with itself, could she tell?! Oh gods could she tell?!
“Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate that time will come and take my love away. Shakespeare Sonnet 64, I believe. It is fine as you say I suppose, but not good. Not for me at least. Truth be told, I am uncertain just how much we truly had to offer one another. Did I truly ever care for you as I had thought? I do not know. I know that I cared for you deeply, I counted you among my closest friends and then because I was a man and you were woman our parents decided it would be best for us to be an item. And of course, you know me, so willing to give in to peer pressure, my will nowhere near as powerful as the masses would believe. ”
He paused for a moment as he lamented on his own weakness. If he had cared for her as deeply as he thought he did why had he not shown it when it would have counted? Why had he taken her for granted and thus lost a dear friend? Why did he care so much to begin with? He had never been known for his compassion as she had.
“ Charlie I must ask for honesty, in regards to our friendship is…is reconciliation completely off the table? If so I shall disappear this very moment and never plague you again.”
There’s a blink, she’s processing as he speaks.
Is he alright? A little tilt to her head as she mulls this over, wide eyes attentive in his direction. She should be leaving - she has no reason to stay, except... This is new. She’d assumed he would be disingenuous about it, maybe a little mean and back-bitey in self defense. But apparently he’s pouring his soul out to her and frankly... She’s kind of flattered he would consider it.
Not in the sense that she’s going to throw herself into his arms or anything, but... It’s a start.
Vaggie is going to kill her. She’s been warned against this sort of thing, but apparently some outside force had something else in mind. Besides, you’re supposed to forgive anyway. It’s water under the bridge, and in the context of eternity... Well, what’s the point of being bitter and making herself miserable?
So, in short, doing this is better for redemption or something - and she should, despite her warnings.
“You’re not... Plaguing me,” she begins, awkwardly. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. That’s all.”
Anxiously, she runs her fingers back through her hair. “Anyway... I guess we could try. I’m not exactly hurting anymore, so. I guess I don’t see a big issue with that.”
He seems so sad, she can’t leave him here as is. So she does what she does best - she puts on a smile and brushes off all the negativity “Would you like to see what I’m working on now? I think you... Probably already know some, but you don’t know how well it’s going.”
seviathan:
@idealisticprincess
“ Is that what you think? That I despise you? If only I were that cold.”
He looked on her for several moments, sizing her up as well as feeling just a tad bit nostalgic. It hadn’t always been this way, there had been a time when she smiled at his approach, a time that granted was far from now but those memories were still as fresh as ever to him. Did he miss her? It was so hard to tell truth be told. He missed her idealistic nature and her cute little penchant for singing. He did not miss Helsa’s disapproval, nor did he miss the fact they had basically been forced together by their families, however. It was complicated, as most things were.
“ I remember many things between us, far more than the unfortunate end. I remember play dates and the like, sleepovers, lunches, scraping our knees in bike accidents giggling as they healed instantaneously and wondering how horrid it would be to not have such abilities. Such memories stay with me, the good not washing out the bad, nor the bad the good. A chronicle of our relations that shall be EVERLASTING, spanning all of the eternity of my life, a pleasant song that while ended echos into a bottomless void.”
A small pause.
“Given your tone, I should expect you are of a different opinion? Truth be told I stumbled across you completely by chance this evening.”
Her expression softens, just a little, and her arms drop to her side. A breakup had the chance of ruining most of the way you saw someone - she remembered crying over him a little more prominently than she did the other things, and she’s not cold.
“Well, hey, at least your reputation isn’t suffering over me, right? There’s at least a couple good things about the way things are now.” Now, she should actually answer his question. “I guess the opinion I expect you to have doesn’t really... Stand out from how everyone else feels about me now.” What a fucking pessimistic thing to say. Come on, Charlie. “But it’s fine, it really is. I’m doing really well, actually. I take it you’ve been alright as well? I haven’t heard about anything happening to your family.” This is spoken, oddly, with genuine interest. She’s uncomfortable, but not necessarily heartbroken. And she does, weirdly, want to know how he’s doing. Call it taking the higher road, but he really needs to know that she’s fine without him.
For what purpose?
She doesn’t have an answer for that yet, but she’ll find one.
“ do you feel closer to god yet ”
“I’ve never felt farther, if I’m being completely honest.”
"Oh my, I did not expect to see the Princess of Hell herself tonight. You are as lovely as ever, forgive me for this awkward moment when we find ourselves in. Should you wish it shant last for more than a moment."
Fuck, really?
“Yeah, you can call it a ‘happy’ accident.” She doesn’t cross her arms, nor does she visibly sulk. He doesn’t get that. “Why are you here? I figured you wouldn’t want anything to do with me, let alone approach me in the first place.”
“I would have loved him / in any era, in any dark age; I would take him / into the twilight and unwind him, slide / my fingers through his hair and pull him / to his knees.” (Dorianne Laux, “As It Is”)
Jeffrey McDaniels “The Archipelago of Kisses”
The Eternal Idol, Auguste Rodin
Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman, Gustav Vigeland
Octavio Paz, “Altar”
Adoration, Stephen Sinding
Lovers, Harry Holland
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
VINDICTIVE SUGGESTIONS
starters / memes taken from the blog vindictive-suggestion . feel free to change pronouns & nouns as necessary .
“ wash your mouth out with holy water ” “ maybe you can pretend to be holy ” “ i’m terrified of becoming the monster i sought to destroy ” “ the voices in my head tell me to run ” “ they tell me i don’t belong ” “ become the monster they expect you to be ” “ when was the last time anyone came to rescue you ” “ will they sing my hymns long after i’m gone ” “ regicide has always had such a nice ring to it ” “ everyone dies in the end ” “ do you feel closer to god yet ” “ meet every sunrise with a middle finger salute ” “ life’s too short to give a fuck ” “ if my life isn’t constantly at stake, then what’s the point ” “ who said i’m going to die ” “ strength has nothing to do with fearlessness ” “ do not die quietly ” “ the wolf in you demands blood ” “ i’ve learned to bare my teeth and bite back ” “ the gods have abandoned you ” “ i have no story ” “ you deserve no softness ” “ i regret and mourn but is that not enough ” “ do you regret what you did to get here ” “ the burning in your chest demands blood ” “ will she save you too ” “ does the rain ever stop ” “ you fucking deserve this ” “ your skin tastes sweet and your blood is wine ” “ i condemn you to death ” “ i cast my heart out of bronze ” “ can you tell i did this for you ” “ I’ll save you ” “ what makes you run so far away from home ” “ spell your name with bonfires and riots ” “ history will remember you ” “ maybe you can reconsider that statement ” “ i’m only mortal, no matter how invincible i try to seem ” “ i wasn’t built to last under the weight of the sky ” “ i’m not feeling very divine tonight ” “ take them down with you if you have to ” “ if we must burn , we can burn together ” “ sometimes it’s okay to stop ” “ i’m not meant for anything less than perfection ” “ if you are meant to go to hell , then take the throne ” “ sometimes you won’t get a second chance ” “ revolution is built on blood ”
so i’ve been really frustrated by my whole portrayal, and this blog may go through a revamp.
vileprose:
“…. Dragged?”
Ah.
In all the scuffle he had actually forgotten that she didn’t know him like this. Nobody knew him like this other than one person, and even then he questioned if she would remember after all these years.
Did he even remember?
Faintest glances showed him a face that he hadn’t seen in practically 100 years. To say he was shocked would be putting it mildly, and it felt like he was learning to walk all over again. This height didn’t suit him, the image he had built dashed all because he took a wrong turn.
“Yes, dragged, that’s right.”
Lie.
Her smile is welcoming - it’s enough proof for her.
“Soooo... You must want to get back to earth, right? I mean, I can’t think of a mortal staying down here willingly, you know?”
She seems excited by the prospect, but it’s something that she saw as righting a wrong at bare minimum. And she could probably help, right? Even if he was grumpy. You know, really grumpy. She steps back to give him some space - having just noted she probably got a little too close for his comfort.
“What should I call you? Since, you know. ‘You’ is probably a really rude way to talk to you.”
sexual sentences .
a collection of dirty talk sentences.
soft .
“ I want to lick you all over…”
“ You’re so hot…”
“ ~Keep doing that.”
“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“
“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”
“ That feels amazing baby “
“ Tell me what you like ~ “
“ Come sit on my lap, love “
“ Mmm… do you like that? “
“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “
“ You look so handsome right now…“
“ What do you feel like doing to me?”
“ You look so gorgeous right now…”
“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…”
“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”
“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ”
“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”
“ I could spend all day between your legs…”
“ I’m getting close —”
“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “
less soft .
“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”
“ ~ Get on your knees for me?”
“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”
“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”
“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.”
“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “
“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”
“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ”
“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.”
“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…”
“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “
“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”
“ You can have me any way you want me baby “
“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”
“ Where do you want to cum? ~”
“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “
“ Where do you want me to cum?”
“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.”
“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “
rough .
“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “
“ Get on your knees ~ ?”
“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “
“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “
“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “
“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ”
“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ”
“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…”
“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“
“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨
“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “
“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “
“ Ride me harder !”
“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”
“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “
“ Use your mouth on me. “
“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “
“ I adore how naughty you are. “
“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”
vileprose:
The staring was getting old by the time he had tripped his way to the hotel. Still holding up clothes much too big for him as a means to cover a form that was much too small for them. Shoes discarded and gripped in one hand, doors swung open with some difficulty thanks to lacking hands. Charlie’s trained stare did little to help the situation, a wry smile pulling at his features.
“Do you mind?” From his lips poured words dripping with accent, his Creole all but returned with every word that left his mouth.
“... You didn’t get dragged down here by any chance, did you? You smell like a human. Not threatening or anything, I, uh. It’s safe here.”
At this point it’s clear she has no idea who he even is, embarrassingly enough. A tentative approach, but mostly driven by curiosity, she notes that he’s not that much taller than she is. She rocks back on her heels, clawed hands awkwardly shoved into her pockets. A look over his form just confuses her, seeing as that’s not him. Not how he looks, not how he smells.
If it was angel, she’s going to kill him.
@vileprose
Newly fallen?
She just sort of stares, most likely debating how she ought to go about asking someone who looks very human what he’s doing in hell.
" Who needs magical anonymous folk when you have me! " With a flick of his wrist, he manifests an apple into his hand " I'm plenty magical. "
“Well, considering everything has your weird little voodoo strings apparently...” She’s teasing, mostly - but she has a point. It would be dumb to let him change something about her on a whim.
Hey Magic Anons! Hit me with your best shot!
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