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[milksp1lt-a]

i've officially moved blogs! no, do not message me to ask for the URL, you will not receive it. if i want to follow you again, i'll re-follow you. feel free to soft-block/hard-block this blog.

[c1tyhaunts]

AW, he's a beggar. and what's more desirable than a man, desperate and pining? admittedly, this stirs the heartstrings, reminds her of the darcys and rochesters written in some of her old literature. her cheeks warms to his creeping touch; lilah finding herself drifting closer to his embrace, body morphing to his own.

" i rather enjoy seeing you ask for it, makes me feel... powerful. kinda dominant... i dunno. it just warms my heart to see you ask. " and underlying her coyish tone is the subtext. shocking: a demon who asks for permission - what a standard she didn't expect. maybe she made the right choice this time around.

but, can't let dante know too soon; he has to continue to prove himself. " just admit you want video evidence of me moaning your name. " she teases pointedly, smile bright and playful. " sounds kinda narcissistic to me, but i'd be so happy to abide. "

[milksp1lt-a]

dante almost scoffs — almost. him? submissive? maybe. but only for the right people. thus, dante wonders where lilah lies, but he knows there is a gentle glow in his chest when he sees her. once she drifts closer to his embrace, he feels that very same glow envelop his entire body, & it's quite soothing. far more suiting than he's used to. he closes his eyes for a quick second so he can enjoy lilah's presence & drink it all in, for this strange comfort is a rarity to him, & he wants to enjoy it as much as he can.

yes, the conversation is light, the teasing is gentle, & they do not dwell too deeply into their emotions. no. dante has a feeling lilah isn't too keen to release the most vulnerable parts of herself yet, & it is a feeling he understands quite well ( though, maybe, he's a little more open to expressing himself. ) he fears approaching too boldly, lest lilah becomes turned off by his curiosity. but damn, he's lying if he says he doesn't crave to understand her better. is it chivalry or does he simply want companionship?

at her comment, he laughs, he is not immune to raunchiness, as he is also quite the raunchy man himself. actually, he's pretty surprised by lilah's forwardness. ( those damn innocent doe-eyes catch him off guard sometimes. ) "if i wanted that, i'd just ask you to send me a voice message to my mobile. maybe i just want to see your gorgeous body — and who can forget that gorgeous face too." the temptation to kiss her is far too great.

[milksp1lt-a]

logs in to say that i've watched fallout prime, i'm in a big fallout mood, i may be adding my LW here, & also very big big chance i'll be adding more OCs here. heads up.

[milksp1lt-a]

she’s here

[milksp1lt-a]

tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow~

[milksp1lt-a]

it’s a pretty nasty bite, but not one cloud could not taken care of. unfortunately, he has misplaced his magic materia, & could not manage to heal it beyond some disinfectants, bandages, & a minor healing potion to help the healing process faster. goddamn monsters. he rarely has an issue with them, but when they can fight, they fight. as expected, cloud fought them off with ease, but he is no stranger to error — even the best mercenaries out there are not prone to fuck ups. he had a lashing from tifa, & aerith as well, but all cloud could do was awkwardly rub the back of his head & murmur an apology.

the bandage is seeping blood — ugh, troublesome, he’ll have to get changed soon. the pain is starting to return, & it makes him wince a bit, clutching teeth with a hiss. he notices a familiar face on his walk outside the inn, a friend (@sageofjustice) , a companion, long fiery locks of cherry red, & he composes himself to make himself, taking in a deep breath of air.

“angel,” he greets, “you wouldn’t happen to have… tea for injury pains, do you?” does such a thing even exist? it certainly doesn’t hurt to ask. ( damn bandage needs to be changed! )

[milksp1lt-a]

“what’s wrong?”

cloud is curious, almost tentative, & a little bit awkward; he tries to be zack but cannot. that’s to say, he’s pretty bad at comforting words. unlike his best friend. but he wants to try because he knows in his heart, that he still cares, even if his feelings for sephiroth (@pyramultimuse) may be a bit complicated — more complicated than they need to be. ( it’s simply because romance, the swelling of his chest when he sees the silver-haired man, & the dizziness that he feels whenever he is near his dear ‘friend’, are all a little overwhelming to him, but when he feels that warmth when sephiroth’s arms around wrapped around him — oh how at ease he is. )

as cloud approaches sephiroth, he reaches out gingerly, & his grip against sephiroth’s shoulder is light but secure; a lovingly touch, a welcoming touch. with deep, careful breaths, cloud does his best to get a good look at sephiroth’s face, brows furrowed, gnawing on his bottom lip, & he swears his eyes are playing tricks on him. no. “is that blood?” clear as day, splattered across sephiroth’s face and on his hands, staining his gloves. “what the hell happened?!” was sephiroth too careless? was he attacked? millions of questions buzzing in his mind but he could only manage to get out that specific one. what the hell happened?

carefully, cloud’s hands cup Sephiroth’s jaw & gaze at his face with a stern look. “tell me what happened.” it came as a demand but his voice quivers just slightly.

[milksp1lt-a]

btw

would anyone like a starter from cloud?

[milksp1lt-a]

btw

would anyone like a starter from cloud?

[treerie]

what if i moved all my ocs from my multi to a side blog? ( & kept my multi for my video game anime bs LOL )

[milksp1lt-a]

so??

move OCs to side blog

keep OCs on milks1plt

Voting ended onFeb 18, 2024

[cyberstole]

𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

[ghostmemesource]

💞 that's amore !! a collection of valentine's day symbols. it's a mix of sfw and nsfw. for multis, please include who you're sending them to/from. feel free to reverse roles.

💋 to kiss my muse

💞 to ask my muse to be their valentine

💕 to tell my muse that your muse loves them

💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse

💐 to give my muse flowers

🍫 to give my muse chocolate

🍷 to have a valentine's day dinner with my muse

🍿 to watch a romantic movie with my muse

🍓 to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed

💃 to slow dance with my muse

🐶 to give my muse a pet

👗 to tell my muse they look beautiful/handsome

👙 to see my muse in lingerie

😏 to see my muse undressed

🛀 to take a romantic bath with my muse

👅 to go down on my muse

👆 to finger or give my muse a handjob

😘 to leave hickeys on my muse

[milksp1lt-a]

*inhales*

i just finished the rebirth demo, & i have feelings.

[milksp1lt-a]

@tempesttragedy whispered: [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. to celia from juno.

her heart is hammering against her chest — this a shock even nana was not expecting. pools of blood bleed to her feet, staining her perfectly good boots, some of it is splattered against celia’s face, & nana looks upon her with wide eyes, gulping a lump down her throat. this scene is all too familiar, a corpse with no life in their eyes, snapped open, caught in a moment of surprise. nana sees herself in this corpse because nana has lived it, nana was once this corpse. she didn’t realize, she didn’t realize she would become another corpse. her dark brows furrow, but that does not mean she is angry, she is confused, by celia’s protection; no one has ever done that before… she’s always been one to look out for herself. till now.

“were they… a bad person?” nana mutters, her hands forming fists that turn her knuckles white. “everyone wants me dead, they all know him.” & he especially wants her dead. “they do not seem to realize that i cannot die — not anymore.” but nana is appreciative of celia’s help, especially when no one else would give her the time of day. she stares at the blood once more, almost completely hypnotized by its color. “why do you help me?”

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

[milksp1lt-a]

@hesperid whispered: [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. for camillus from juno.

“i am not a baby, i do not need you to protect me!” a strange way to respond to seeing camillus completely snuff the life out of a human who harassed her — more than just harassed her, attempted to put their hands on her, even with her high status of grey warden. she has a dagger, one dipped in poison, & she could’ve easily cut his throat should she want it. but camillus was already on him before juno could even unsheath her blade. & it pisses her off. “what? do you believe me to be a delicate flower? do you think i’ve not dealt with humans like him before?! i’m no stranger to cutting throats, to drowning people in their blood — i am not a pushover.” she is perfectly able to rain hell down a person, especially a human male, & even for someone of her small stature. hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn, & all.

in her dark, heavy-lid eyes, there is an intensity welcomed by the fury she feels, & part of her wonders if she even feels this fury because camillus felt the need to save her, or because no matter where she goes, she cannot escape the whispers, the slaps to the face, & the prejudice that screams at her in every corner. her father was always one to warn her of the dangers outside the alienage, but she’s not a little girl anymore, she has seen more blood than the average man. she has tasted sorrow so frequently, it is like water to her at this point.

“watch yourself, camillus — you do not want to cross me.” she still has that poison-soaked dagger.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

[milksp1lt-a]

@lcvnderhazed whispered: [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. for lilah from dante. ♡

“babe, what’s wrong?” dante is a curious, curious man, though cocky by nature, his heart is not a stranger to feeling the tinge of sadness. he believes it is called empathy. ( the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense he is the most empathetic when it comes to him & vergil, but he believes vergil can still be soft — in his own way. ) he feels it — something is bothering lilah, & though curious, he feels a bit of that pain too. usually, he is shit at approaching these subjects, but most days, the human side of his heritage pokes its head out & reminds him he has these types of feelings too. gingerly, he reaches up to brush his finger in her hair, then trails that finger down to trace the outline of her jaw… ( if she cries, he knows how that can be — he knows all too well! ) finally, he captures her chin, & tilts her head up enough so that they can meet eye to eye. dante, in his ‘giant’ glory, & lilah standing at 5’4’’.

“is it… him?” there are devils in lilah’s life like there are devils in his own — he is one, & the fact that lilah has been running from a particular type of devil has him a little worried. he remembered the first words he uttered to her when they befriended each other: if she ever needed to hire a devil hunter, all she needed to do was call. dante even wrote down the number & password to his place on the back of a pizza pamphlet for her to take home.

but what can he say? ‘i want you to tell me what’s going on’? he cannot force her to talk, especially about some complicated shit. there’s a lot of complicated shit he cannot speak on himself, it's like glass shards in one’s throat. but that powerful sense of determination swam in his veins, the undoubtedly feeling of wanting to keep lilah safe. maybe it’s foolish. she is a strong woman, after all.

dante doesn’t risk making the whole situation worse, or stupid, by opening his goddamn mouth & uttering something that might only bring the mood down further, but he wants to express just how much he means it when he says he’ll be here to help her. actions speak louder than words. his lips press tenderly against lilah’s mouth, drinking in every bit of her despair, & making it his own. if he could suck it out like venom in a wound, he would, & he hopes he’s doing that right now. lilah tastes sweet, & he deepens the kiss with a longing that almost has him choking. it’s a funny, funny feeling, but he likes it.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

[ribbontales]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".