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Just don’t get a t t a c h e d to somebody you could lose
Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn (via quiet0ne)
No one
c o n t r o l s me
but me
super extra naughty indecent dirty raunchfest the meme
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3). ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏᴏ
lost cause | dante&sarah
leechinglight:
"Alright, first of all, he’s drunk. I get that a lot, I think I can ignore it. Second, do not cave his face in here, or I swear to god I’ll break your jaw."
Swatting away the curious crowd, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Dante was never going to learn, was he? Judging by the look on the stranger’s face, he wouldn’t be talking to her anytime soon. Hell, she was surprised he hadn’t pissed himself, she knew that some other men would have if they were hanging from his grip. Placing a hand on Dante’s shoulder, Sarah gave it a soft squeeze, it was a vague attempt to make up for the hit across the head that she’d delivered so briefly ago.
"My shift ends soon, so can I end it without any blood? Please? You know I should be throwing you out for this, cave his face in if you want outside! You’re gonna get yourself banned for god’s sake."
✯ -- { he felt the perpetual anger slowly simmer to a fizzling abnormality that lingered inside his chest; by a simple gesture as that wouldn’t have fazed him in a way if it were someone else. but it being sarah, it was daunting. strangely comforting even, because it was him and he hated difference. but it went further than that, because sarah wasn’t just any person. no. she held significance in his fucked up life, rather he knew how to show it or not. so what if he was rough around the edges and has a jealousy problem? didn’t stop him from expressing the familiarizing feelings he was used to.
he took a deep breath in while putting the poor guy back onto the floor beneath him before exhaling slowly. he didn’t make eye contact with the man he would have severely injured, just for the fact that he was still feeling fired up and wouldn’t hesitate to putting his head through the wall. instead, he turned to face sarah now, where hazy azure hues took guidance within her own. a low growl persisting against the back of his throat while the man that got away ran out the front door-- never to return back to his favorite hangout. }
“he’s lucky he left out of here with nothin’ but a bruised ego. but i swear to fuckin’ god, sarah-- if he shows his face in here again, i will bash his head repeatedly through a wall. the scumbag deserves to get his ass kicked.”
lost cause | dante&sarah
Why was she not surprised?
Oh yes! It was because this was becoming a somewhat common occurrence. Cheek resting on an open palm, Sarah barely batted an eye as the glass flew past and shattered behind her. That happened a lot. Grumbling in annoyance, she pushed her way out from behind the bar, shoving her was through the gathering swarm of drunken youth.
What made her think working here would be good, in the first place?
She’d warned both of the men to stop drinking while they were ahead of themselves. The advice was obviously ignored as one got flirtatious and the other gradually turned into a ticking time bomb. Delivering a sharp slap to the back of Dante’s head, her hand fell to give his shoulder a harsh squeeze.
“Knock it off." The warning came as a low hiss as she attempted to pry the demon killer from the stranger. "You two are pissed. Take a breather.”
✯---- her words rang hallowing through his ears, his piercing gaze hadn't once left to stare back at her. stiffened fingertips still engorged against the man's coat, but the slight struck to the back of his head had his gaze astray. he managed a single hand to leave the coat while he rubbed the sight where sarah had managed to un-haze the the buzz that corrupted his thoughts. but his temper hadn't simmered, where his eyes could give away his in-normality he lacked forthright.
"this fucker started it once the words, 'nice rack' and 'you're beautiful' left his fuckin' mouth. he deserves to get his face caved in if he wants to keep talkin' that way to you." his words were chillingly familiar, ignoring the fact that the man was still held beneath his grip. his face almost flushed a puke green color. the color dante knew all too well when he tried scaring the shit out of those he didn't want to beat the crap out of when he didn't feel like it. but this time was different, he wanted to feel his fists bruised and bloodied by just having to even share the same air as this fuckin' guy. seriously, who did he think he was?
lost cause | dante&sarah
✯--; the sound of broken glass against the wall had stopped almost everyones' notions. where curiously driven eyes had found their way to stare at dante, a very intoxicated and very angry dante. reluctant whispers fell among the crowds of people who had heard the beer bottle smash, contents spilling against the wall in a splattered mess. his actions had failed considerably when all he intended was to aim at the head of the man who caused his resilient outburst. but his intents were practical. this inconsiderate fuck had continued to harass and even got ballsy and began to flirt with sarah. nothing in the entire world had boiled his blood so easily than this and his actions spoke much louder than his words could have ever done.
"listen you fuckin' prick, i don't appreciate you coming in here thinkin' you run the place. and most of all, fuck face, i don't appreciate you talkin' to sarah that way." his tone stone cold, his gaze of azure hues turned chillingly narrow as he deviated from his place at the bar to the fronts of the man before him. before he was able to finish his statement, gloved hands made their way against the man's shirt, gripping handfuls and tugging him closer. eyes redder than the blood moon, even redder than his mother's pendent around his neck; his gaze was spiteful, limitless as his drunken haze blocked off all the consequences he'd pay for. but right now, he pissed off the wrong guy tonight.
"So I will understand if you don’t stay They say I’m great at first but then the magic fades Into an awful hue of dismal views and pessimistic attitudes—”
Motion City Soundtrack, “Stand Too Close” (via through-fire-and-flame)
Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away. It becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath.
The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson (via aim-for-yourself)