i. PARIAH.

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vlad is very pretty and im mad about it

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Adoration engulfs him fully, clouding vision with a love-stricken haze as he leaned down, down to plant quick little kisses on their cheek! ( uvu )

*          PAY THE KISSING TOLL, COWARDS.

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          Laughter is melodious as they gather this love-stricken man into their arms, fingers’ grip ‘pon the clothes on his back enough to show they would seldom be sated by the quick pecks laid atop freckled cheeks. (they adore the affections all the same, make no mistake——they swoon each time as they do now, as though such things were the first, and not ones of a hundred which came before.)   ❝Hello to you too, love of my life,❞   they croon, their love as warm as a summer day ‘fore mouth catches opposite to return each ounce of adoration.

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#ispasi and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by empyream

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What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems (via thelovejournals)

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(via empyream)

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RESIDENT EVIL (2002) dir. Paul W.S. Anderson

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black knight

morry _

[ispasi]

@empyream​ u just got called out, how u feel

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ya know, vlad is pretty hot for someone that’s [redacted]

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❛ An adorable little baby, am I right? ❜ He carries their child in his arms with all the pride a proud father shaping itself on his face. Not even the infant, gleefully tugging at his hair could ever hope to wipe off the man's wide grin, ❛ He has your nose, you know. ❜ A glance down was given, and he wiggled his eyebrows just to garner more laughter from their son, ❛ But he definitely has my eyes, which, dare I say, is the best part! ❜ ( parents! parents! p a r e n t s!!!!)

          ❝The fact that he is the better behaved out of you two, I would say, is the best part.❞   Verbal jab is followed by a smile laden with love and adoration as they watch from their perch on the rocking chair: a place where they did not long sit, as they were inevitably drawn up to father and son. Brief, but heartfelt, is the moment spent in admiring that of which they’d made——a child, so full of laughter and light, all blue-eyed and dark-haired: more so an image of his father than parent, but ah’Jhyen minded not. They could feel the soft song inside him, the inherent lullaby of their kind, gifted to all who had been borne to Stliea’s surface.   ❝I don’t know what I would have done should he have been a fraction of the troublemaker you still are.❞   Is added in jest, then, as fingers lift to cradle Vlad’s cheek in more kinder affection.

[ispasi]

ERA AESTHETIC.

         rules.  bold what applies to your muse.

                           𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

                            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

                             𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

                             𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

                             𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

tagger.   i stole it from @empyream like the coward i am tagging.  like seraph said, steal it cowards

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super quick doodle of ah’jhyen’s true stliean form feat. their lack of primary + secondary sex characteristics, their tail that’s connected to the trail of fur/hair that is attached, in turn, to the mane around their neck uwu and in their true stliean form, their freckles (which i didn’t bother making symmetrical like theyre supposed to be) are actually pores that open & close to either ‘inhale’ or ‘exhale’ either air or their life-essence, depending on what system they’re attached to! and ofc their clam-shaped ears, which they can open or close, though it’s only the upper-half which can move and rotate, whilst the bottom half is firm in place (and ofc the curve in their chest is just bone, meant to better cradle their four lungs)

oh and their skin is mostly…. very slick? like a dolphins jhkdjkfsd

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o’ saint ever-holy.

[ispasi]

if your muse isn’t hairy then are u really valid

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Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

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