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𓆩♱𓆪 carrd // rules // muses. 𓆩♱𓆪 𓆩♱𓆪 permanent starter call. 𓆩♱𓆪 𓆩♱𓆪 memes. 𓆩♱𓆪 𓆩♱𓆪 headcanons // biographies. 𓆩♱𓆪 Find me at: @sanctissimx
@evincere / @beaststarved / @rujimie / @vendeath ; @kckuhaku ; @roscvcins / @songtranscends ; @braskide ; @redemptioninterlude ; @laperlina; @kaerinio / @tapestris ; @duotic
intentionally got a shirt too small.... tsk
final leopard caleb 🐆
just finished my finals yall hope you all enjoy the food
@saraeanwa
I don’t want you gentle — I want you real. Honest like hunger. Necessary like breath.
I think everyone kind of wants to have that kind of ship that one feels terribly invested in. Talk headcanons late into the evening, the kind of ship that makes you start doing playlists, aesthetic posts, art, drabbles. Without feeling awkward because you are not sure whether your partner is as invested as you are. I only have one thing to say: be that kind of ship partner. If you want to shiop something, don’t be afraid to approach a mun about it, the worst they can do is say ‘nah thanks’. Don’t be afraid to show how much you love a ship, take way the stigma of being overly interested in ships and doing stuff for a pairing. Go for it, show that you are passionate about it, and you will see it can turn out great.
[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer — for caleb ofc. :^)
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 @braskide ! miss Yuna !!
It was nearing dawn when he woke from the shitty cat nap he convinced himself to take while he waited. Checked his phone, then checked the rooms, then checked the perimeter. Still no sign of her.
He'd promised her privacy. Whatever that meant. Turning off his tracking, giving her a few hours to herself where she didn't have to worry about the responsibility of decorum. To not be safeguarded and sheltered. Some sort of existential crisis of personhood that really could not have any less sense, given the constant threat surrounding her as a prominent political figure. The need for security was just part and parcel to the job.
As head of her security, he'd understood it to be an expected reaction to full time surveillance. Anyone would grow sick of it. Of course. But it didn't mean that a request of that nature would have been feasible. Or even considerable. But Caleb couldn't help feeling that the rejection wasn't of his position. Maybe it was, superficially. But he took it personally when her eyes flashed desperate and defiant at him when she demanded her nights of freedom. Something more than the weariness of the world closing in on her. It felt personal. Anger, not frustration—enfolded and engaged upon him. As if it wasn't his job to protect her. As if every irritating protocol he'd enacted as head of her security was just some unreasonable caprice to keep her under his thumb.
Is that what she'd thought of him? Bad enough he'd endured the years of silent yearning since they were young, the rejection of the single time she'd ever deigned to requite him, and all the times his life had been put on the line—not for any need for anything further than knowing the girl he loved for all his life was safe. But was even that too much to have dared to want? Sure, maybe he didn't take the request well the first, second or even fifth time she asked then demanded it of him. Maybe they didn't have to devolve into heated words and raised voices. But he didn't understand being pushed away. Was his endurance not the same as devotion?
He didn't know what was on her mind anymore. He didn't know what she wanted from him. If she even wanted him at all.
An alert on the comm he wore on his wrist, then another that lit up his phone screen: movement at the gates. Definitely her car on the monitor. He could see her frantically running a hand through her hair, checking her lipstick in the rearview mirror. Like some teenager ready for her parents' censure. But she walked into her own house with purposed steps, eyes trained down the hall she intended to traverse without a single glance his way.
"Hey," he called. Of course she ignored him. Par for the course between them lately. Which he might have ignored, if he hadn't been up worrying for hours, during which time he'd ruminated upon the state of their ... whatever this was. Wasn't ever quite a relationship. But 'friendship' felt irreverent to what they had between them. And it was that liminal fucking limbo that had him following after her, taking up her pace until he could catch her by the arm. "Where have you been?"
"I thought you weren't supposed to ask," Yuna reasoned, exasperated, carefully dislodging her arm from his grip. "Wasn't that our deal?"
"I'm not asking as your employee, Yuna," Caleb shot back. "Unless you just don't give a shit about me as a friend to leave me fucked up and worried about you." Friend. That was a hard swallow.
Yuna's eyes narrowed into something withering. "Friends trust each other."
Christ, it was like a shot in the heart. Caleb's hand, still warm from her touch, drops helplessly to his side. "姐姐," he implores, pointedy.
She laughs, furious. "Don't," she warns, turning on her heel and stalking down the hall to her rooms. But she's easy to fall into step with, and in a few strides he's caught her arm again. This time, she whips around, purse and coat are discarded upon the floor, her hands freed to reach for his collar and pull him down the bared length of her pale throat. "I don't know what you want to hear from me, and don't say you want the truth," Yuna hissed against the hard line of his jaw, aware of his nose buried now in her neck. "You know where I go. I know you still track my phone, my car... You know who I'm seeing. Do you really want me to spell it out for you? You're either dense or a masochist, but either way, this should answer you. And I don't think this should need any further discussion."
Yuna's neck bore bruises of brutish fingertips, imprints of teeth marks whose aftermath bloomed berry-red; her skin wore the heaviness of a dark, cimerrian oud and a cologne that sent him reeling as his nerves recalled a sensory-memory nightmare.
Oh. Him.
The terror it invoked, the uncertainty and doubt was nearly ancestral in his veins when it surged like a tide, flooding the sinews beneath his skin. His teeth bore into her throat, determined to rewrite whatever imprint he dares leave on her, knowing he lived in the memory of her skin, subrosa to anything his rival might have attempted to make indelible.
Yuna made a soft sound of displeasure, but her hands never left off where her finger knotted within the fabric of his shirt, holding him close as much as she held herself to him. "Don't," came her warning, through serrated breaths. "You don't have the right, remember? You gave that up when you gave me up—"
Bit her again, harder. Wondered if he imagined the snap of her pierced skin. "Never gave you up," he shot back, darkly. He felt her struggle against his chest, trying her best to slip away from the immurement of his mechanical arm holding her to him, his other hand hiking up her skirt. "Neither did you. I know you haven't." His hand smoothed over her ass and slipped between her thighs. "See?"
His teeth threaten the silken plush of her cheek. "Tell me you fucking hate it, 姐姐. Look me in the eye when you do. Make me believe it. Maybe I'll let you go. But I'll never give up on you. If all I have to be is patient, then I'll be a venerable— I'll live like a saint if that makes me worthy of you. I've waited a lifetime, Yuna. I can wait hundreds more."
Elvira:.... so that's why TotBT has to be the next one because it's about the aftermath of everything, and Lestat's like "what am I going to do with all this junk?"
Me: all this junk ... inside my trunk
Elvira: Elvira: yeah and David's like ..... I'mma get-get-get-get you drunk ... get you love drunk off my hump
@bodythieved
thank you for the clarification, gilf
Elvira:.... so that's why TotBT has to be the next one because it's about the aftermath of everything, and Lestat's like "what am I going to do with all this junk?"
Me: all this junk ... inside my trunk
Elvira: Elvira: yeah and David's like ..... I'mma get-get-get-get you drunk ... get you love drunk off my hump
@bodythieved
Castor — Sender offers the Receiver a cigarette / @ sylus ; THE INTIMACY OF SHARING !!! !!!!!
@braskide ! Oh boy !
There's a silence in the aftermath of it all that he doesn't know how to fill. Or even if he ought to. The crackle of the fire beside them is all that disturbs the silence between them, and the air feels thin where words are absent.
Still softly panting, Yuna sits up with a groan, laughing when she reaches for his shoulder to pull him down to her in a soft kiss. Like breaking the seal of whatever worry he harbored, flooding him with relief. She wanted him. Not for an evanescent moment, not for a purpose. She wanted him as she did back then. And for a fraction of a delicious moment, he felt a jejune hope he nearly didn't recognize.
She withdrew from him with a fuck-hazed smile, turning around to pad at the discarded clothes that lay heaped around them on the marble floor. Yuna made a small sound of delight when she found her coat pocket, pulling out a crumpled box of black cherry cloves and extracting one with her lips.
"Want one?" she mumbled, smoothing out her touseled hair as she shook the pack at his face.
Sylus shook his head. Only watched her, amused, as he leaned in to light her cigarette for her.
It was the scent that got him, that hit him with a dawning understanding that had him wrinkling his nose in remorse.
"Yeah, I ran out this morning, so I stole Caleb's before I came over," Yuna confessed, waving the smoke away from his face. "Can you believe he's been smoking these since high school?"
Sylus says nothing, just reaches for his cigarette holder and lighter. He knows Yuna's watching when he pulls out one of his sleek black cigarette with a dark gold filter. Lights it and takes a first drag before offering it to Yuna's lips.
It's nothing less than satisfaction when she pulls Caleb's out and leans in with parted lips to accept the proffered gift. His eyes glint when he retrieves her discarded cigarette and tosses it into the fire. "Smooth, a little earthy, no? Not as sweet, but it feels like a more mature flavor profile." The corner of his mouth curls into something of a smile. "Better?"
Yuna shoots him a withering look. Not this again. It's been years. Drop it. "Different. Also good," she retorts, then snuggles into his side. "You're different and also good, too. Maybe better than I remember."
Sylus laughs, sinking back into the dense plush of the rug and pulling her atop him. Where she belonged. "Yeah, I'll take that. You, too. Except I don't really want to know where you learned that move from ... but thanks to whoever taught you."
Yuna scrambles to sit up in his lap, stuffing the cigarette in his mouth to free her own to bestow a smattering of kisses upon his neck and shoulder. "What if you shut up?" she offers brightly, biting the thin skin of his neck. "And we go again? You know, really solidify that you're back and you're not going to leave again? And it'll be like a hot, sexy pinky promise that you'll bail me out of jail if anyone ever catches on to the fact that we're seeing each other again?"
Sylus takes one last, long drag to finish the cigarette, catching Yuna's chin to hold her still as he blew the smoke into her mouth through a kiss. "Sure. Pinky promise."
And then they banged again.
Throne of Eros part 4
@evincere — Anthy LMFAOOO
A PRIVATE REIMAGINING OF DAVID TALBOT FROM ANNE RICE'S VAMPIRE CHRONICLES UNIVERSE. EXTREMELY DIVERGENT. EXPLORING DEATH, REBIRTH, SPIRITUALITY, & EVERYTHING PARANORMAL. BOOKS & AMC'S IWTV -FLEXIBLE IF YOU ARE ! please read. / template edited from @cavalierfou.
Just watched the newest card so I'm in my feefees about this disgusting tragedy of a man
🍎Longevity noodles - this is also a tradition in both sides of my families, and I got so nostalgic thinking about how meaningful this must have been to him, but also bittersweet. This old woman cared to make something that usually only your family makes for you. I think it's evident that Ca.leb and Josephine didn't really have a very close relationship, and he was under no impression that she cared for him beyond his usage. He was always the extra kid, who was around because he was the the failsafe for MC in case she went off the rails, and she made sure he knew that. I think having an older mom figure do something like this for him must have felt unique to him. MC might not have been old enough to make/procure them for him for a number of years, even if she might have done so when she was older. I feel like having a random old woman almost makes it sweeter. That a random person can be kind to him and show him affection for no other reason than they choose to be kind. That he doesn't have to earn love or his place at the table. That he can be loved for simply existing.
🍎The twin trees - the way he prayed to Tree 01 ... A-01 callback, what a sweet reference .... it also made me think of a quote from one of my favorite novels of all time, Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres:
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Last year, Ca.leb was desperate to keep MC by his side, and I think that card was indicative of the trauma bond and that anxious attachment style that really drove a lot of his personality then. This card feels peaceful, secure. He doesn't feel like he has to measure up to his own metrics of worth to deserve her. This year, he trusts her and trusts in her, and after all the temporary madness of the past year settled, they're just like the two trees: one soul and not two.
🍎"The more the world tries to keep us apart, the more we're drawn together. The more people try to turn us into each other's weakness, the more we become each other's strength." I"M SO FUCKING ILL ABOUT THIS!!! A-01 an X-02 CALLBACK AND IM JUST GONNA LAY DOWN ABOUT IT. BYE.
🍎His Birthday Wish — again, I just feel like this year is so lovely because he's at the point where he's no longer in survival mode. He doesn't have to worry about the future, he can hope for one now. Last year, it was so full of anxiety and desperation over the fear of losing what little he thought he had, to the point that he was creating invisible obstacles to what he wanted that he never considered that he already had what he wanted. Classic missing the forest for the trees.
(If this was last year, I know his ass would've hated random people touching his face with frosting. I know he would have been considering tripping every single one of them with his evol as they leave. )
🍎 I also just happen to love the tone of this year more. One of my biggest gripes is how obsessed Ca.leb is with his childhood. Which makes sense, and I get it, but at the same time, I don't want him rehashing childhood stories I'm sure MC has heard a million times. He's always been stuck in the past, and it always bothered me (esp in AU situations where there was no catastrophe, so he just looked like he was in arrested development). I'm so sorry but if I met a man who kept talking about high school shit every conversation, I'd wish him therapy and to stay 100 miles away from me. It gave me ick.
But also there was a darkness, a morose feeling for me about last year's. There was a line from last year's where MC didn't realize how much that movie had meant to Ca.leb. Like she knew it was important because he liked it, but she didn't understand the significance of it to him. There was also the feeling of how he had to endure birthdays for himself, but with the intention that other people enjoyed the celebration, but not him. He didn't feel known or understood. He was a simulacrum through whom people could enjoy an idea of a person they wanted him to be. This year, MC made a point to curate a day of things that not only were nostalgic for them (the wish of becoming a pilot that was both their dreams), but also creating a day that had meaning and significance to him, and which made him feel seen and understood. It wasn't a celebration of his birth, like he mentioned in the card. It was a celebration of existence. He was finally existing, not just surviving. He was a more whole person this year than he was last year.
Anyways, it was a good card. Maybe people will be disappointed by the lack of spicy this time around, but honestly beautiful in its own way and I loved it.
[text] Did you mean to send this attachment to someone else? (for Gideon from Caleb. I just felt like sending in something fun and random!)
@empyreau — Caleb !
[ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] dude why tf would i send this shit to someone else [ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] tell me if it's good enough to send to a girl [ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] actually hold up I took another one which one should i choose
[ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] like my hair looks better in the first one but the second one looks dope af like i look like a b cup or sumth [ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] i'm gonna need you to take your offensively heterosexual gooner blinders off and put on your prescription spectacles of friendship so you can do me a solid and tell me which one I look better in [ 🍎 putang manzana 📩: ] and hurry up i dont want her to think i left her on read
@evincere — it's anthy
she knows exactly how to tease. it's frustrating, knowing that she's practiced this to a point of art. for a second, some vague, anomalous fantasy about teaching an unexperienced version of lilit how exactly how to please a man comes to mind. though, judging by her bratty behaviour, she would hardly have been a model student. eyes can't leave the pretty picture she makes - he eases her thin grasp off of his wrists to stroke her ruined face, the lines of dark that have slipped down her cheek & the thick heat of her gaze as she climbs onto his lap.
" there's no need to get defensive - i'm not complaining. " he says, still perfectly sassy despite the heat of her thighs ensconcing him. the only indication of his growing desire is the breathless quality of his words. he sucks a soft mark into her collarbones, nipping down her pale flesh to taste the contours, before his hips arch with the realization that lilit's completely bare underneath. the feeling of her soft opening glancing over his cock, a litany of wet kisses on his thighs ... it's simply maddening & not nearly enough. through kisses, he urges her, " come on. "
lilit's digits find his, drawing his hands to the sweet curve of her neck. she guides & he follows, long fingers stroking over the smooth column, feeling the erratic pulse on the tips of his fingers before finally, wrapping around the thin stem like a prayer. is that what you want? the question edges the tip of his tongue, but he's too afraid of her answer to ask. instead, he draws his other hand down her chest, reaching into the crux between them to hold himself steady for her to sink onto.
" lilit, oh fuck ... " he gasps, the heat of her, mouthing on his cock as he hilts - it's like sinking into a bath after a long shift, he's home. she's tight without any prep, but the sheer amount of slick lets him split her open just fine. he doesn't know what it is but she's got him eating out of his palm; losing control to his desires around her. he thinks he forgets to ask, doesn't bother to wait before he starts building towards a rythmn he likes. tongue darts over his lips at the sound of her moans, the feel of vibrations under his fist as he squeezes harder, hitching as the airway is sealed. her eyes look so beautifully desperate as they glaze & roll up, hazy as he starts to drag his cock into her walls properly, softening the suffocating hold on his cock.
he contains a smirk at that lustful helplessness. she talks a big game, but deep down, all she wants is to be held & choked & used. " mmm ... that's good ... " he murmurs, a soft kiss on her jaw that ends in teeth, " am i giving you the hell you wanted? "
Lilit's head tips back at the expert stricture of his hand: the curl of his elegant fingers, the press of his palm to the ridge of her throat—and the threat therein. How many times had she wrapped her own hand around her throat and thought of him, pathologizing that forced breathlessness with her illimitable desire for him? And now, here is the obscure object of all her desires ...
It's her fault for being too eager—that familiar coiling beyond her navel, the unforgiving clench of her thighs, and she knows she's close. Too close. "Wait—" she begs, her fingers claw desperately upon his shoulders for purchase as she chastises herself silently for losing her monumental self-control simply because it's him. "No!"
when @evincere and @braskide both independently mention the same very specific kink with my Ca.leb within the same day, and I have to wonder what my portrayal looks like LMFAOOO
(all i know is that I'm correct and galaxybrained and I'm glad yall are pickin up what i'm puttin down)
CUTIE DELIVERY FROM MY DARLING PRECIOUS @kckuhaku !
I love this so much, it's @evincere's Anthy, Lukey's Maddie and my Simone as viera in FF.XIV! we also have Abysm Sovereign Sylus, Xavier, Raf and shirtless mech arm Caleb as alts, but they are relegated to crafting/gathering because men need to make a living and can't be running around heauxing, amirite
STARFISH GETTING READY TO GO INTO THE YAOI DUNGEON
The cutest photocards I LOVE LUKE'S ART!!!!
the fact that they're fans is diabolical. Fuck ur stupid thumbs up emoji, caleb
