supernatural dealings

❝ if we act like prey, they'll act like predators. ❞ ➼ semi private multi muse.

[nichtliebeold]

i did the remake thing !!!

not everything is up on the new blog yet but i'm already excited so !!!

[nichtliebeold]

my muse is like. shot. i need to remake this blog it's making me too anxious to be here.

[nichtliebeold]

after remaking nero i feel this blog could use a remake too, but. gosh. the effort.

[fearcanedold-blog-deactivated20]

                           ’ ben        ! ‘          someone’s  in  a  happy  mood,  but  her  tiredness          has  overcome  most  of   the  first  emotion.   either          way  the  demon   is  strongly   sticking  to  her  bed          today  and  is  hoping  her  husband   will  do  it  too.                                 ’            you’re th-the obi-wan f-for me. ‘

[nichtliebeold]

       ❝ Oh, no ----- I'm going to have to divorce you now... ❞                 A grin, as he looks at her over his shoulder from his spot in front of the wardrobe, about to get dressed for the day. But something tells him he won't get very far, so he crosses back across the room; practically jumps on the bed and cuddles up on top of her.                                             ❝ ... just so I can marry you again. ❞

[deviilsbackbone-blog]

nimble fingers travel idly around the burn marks, which obviously haven’t even started to heal yet, that xaphan had created from the crown of her head and to the nape of her neck. dakota winced slightly at the touch and her mind wondered elsewhere but although her gaze remained fixated on the mirror in front of her. ❛do we have like. a first aid kit or something. lying, you know, around. somewhere.❜

[nichtliebeold]

     He hadn't even been gone a day; he had to go to work for a night, and he comes back to this. And, now, he understand how Ben feels every time he has to leave. That feeling of anxiety in his stomach, not sleeping and worrying about whether Dakota is alright or not. For good reason, apparently; he moves up behind her, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror, and places his hands on her hips tenderly. He doesn't know what to say; this is his fault. ❝ In the car; do you want me to go get it, mami? ❞

[nichtliebeold]

i'm real sorry for my absence as of late, i'll be on here soon to do my replies.

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

          “i have standards,” 

[nichtliebeold]

           ❝ wow, i'm --- wow. so hurt right now. ❞

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

           this is her judgy face. 

[nichtliebeold]

     ❝ i'm sorry ... is that face supposed to mean you wouldn't? ha, mamcita, you crazy. ❞

[nichtliebeold]

i'm so super sorry to people who have been waiting days for a reply now. i'll be getting to my drafts when i get home later.

[nichtliebeold]

             ❝ if you don't sit still, i'm going to -- accidentally cut you. please? ❞

[nichtliebeold]

           ❝ if i were a girl for a day, i would probably be so into me. ❞

[nichtliebeold]

[trickcraft]

                             the action of deceiving someone; lying.

[trickcraft]

                             the action of deceiving someone; lying.

[deviilsbackbone-blog]

dakota could feel the heat in her cheeks as they lay there for a few moments, watching each other, and the small grin couldn’t help to get any wider; the dimples that often hid in the corners of her lips beginning to show. she’ll dip her head slightly to press a chaste kiss before he’s able to lay his head back onto her chest. at the mention of him wearing a shit, dakota started to chortle; laughing isn’t something she’s generally used to. it’s mostly sarcastic and dry, but this is genuine and real and it’s definitely something she’ll have to get used to, she figures. ❝no shirt. you look much better without one. pants, too.❞another laugh before she tilts her head to press a kiss to his forehead.  ❝don’t get your knickers in a twist, papi, of course i wanna go on a date with you. just not. too cheesy and romantic or i’ll actually throw up. no, not actually, that’s disgusting and i’m sure you wouldn’t want to kiss me if i had vomit breath.❞

[nichtliebeold]

   Tongue darts out over his lips after she kisses him, savoring the taste for just a second before he lets his eyes close and curls up against her chest. He's so comfortable he might just fall asleep right then and there; he hasn't had much sleep lately, he spent most of his time worrying about Dakota, Ben, everyone. He worried too much to sleep, apparently. With a small laugh, he'll raise an eyebrow. ❝ I could probably get on board, only if you're not wearing any pants either, ❞ he'll grin, hand moving to rest on her stomach as he speaks and letting his fingertips draw little circles underneath her shirt. At the word romantic, he'll give a little groan, closely followed by a chuckle before shaking his head. ❝ Nah, nah, I'd probably still kiss you. Maybe ... Maybe. But it won't be too bad, I'll just cook you dinner or something, yeah? ❞

[innerwreck]

[stydiaislove]