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[mortalitatis-a]

In honor of my birthday, I thought I’d take the time to share some love with those who have made this year fun, memorable and a lot easier to get through. I can’t promise I’ll get everyone on here, but I’ll try !!

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sorry about not being around for a few weeks or whatever it’s been folks - life threw a real spanner in the works that had a heavy impact on me but i’m bounding back! hope y’all are cool and hope i’m up to date with everything i’ve missed ~ if not holla! 

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[emmacharlottewatson]

Oliver Jackson-Cohen photographed by Neil Gavin for Wonderland Magazine

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dusttcdusk·:

‘ You don’t see it gleaming in those leaves? ’ Eyes narrow, gaze switching between the lost prize and her companion. ‘Here let me show you.’ Grabbing his hand, she pointed his finger where the fallen blade rested. ‘ There. You see it now? ’      

His eyes narrow - with her guidance he’s able to spot the shimmer in the leaf litter. Slowly he grins, hesitation spreading slowly into excitement - he’d know that pommel anywhere. “That’s it!” He doesn’t hesitate, taking off along the point of her finger to retrieve it from it’s place on the ground. That was a hell of a throw - note to self, install trackers in swords for this very reason. “Thank you - I can’t repay you enough.” 

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ofhexxedclaws·:

         What could she say? It was a difficult task to keep her hands off him. A fact that was proven time and time again whenever she found herself around him. The coming week would test though, she thought. Nothing ever turned out just how she wanted it to.

        “I was gonna say fuck your brains out, but ‘consummate’ sounds more … eloquent,” she mused, winking at him. “Yes! A tour. Won’t have to ask where anythin’ is.”

There’s a chuckle and the quick glance across his shoulder back at her as he walks across the hall. “Now now eloquent only happens once and in the bedroom - what you’re thinkin’ that can be done in any room at any time. I’ll let your imagination work on that one. ”  He does a quick round trip of the place, bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchen, dining room, study... the works. He makes a point of walking past the kitchen twice - subconsciously, he can’t help it’s his favourite room. “Anything I’ve missed?” 

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dusttcdusk·:

‘ I suppose I can live with that. ’ Couldn’t be any worse than dealing with Alistair on a daily basis. Plus, she wasn’t about to leave without getting recompense for stolen nuggets and fries. ‘ You do make a very good point there, stranger. Those that think otherwise are indeed wrong. What fools they are. ’ Licking the last of the salt from her fingers, she extends her hand towards his. ‘ Deirdre, but everyone calls me Dee. ’ 

He doesn’t hesitate to grip her hand, fingers tightening gently around her palm as he gives it a quick shake. “Dee, pleasures all mine - and thanks again for the Nugs. Ocra, but everyone calls me...  Ocras. Or Fam - I have those kind of friends.” There’s a quick flash of a smile as he releases her hand and the shrug of shoulders. “So - without hesitating - and the answer is important here; favourite pizza topping?” 

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dusttcdusk·:

Now that gave her true cause to smile. She rose from her seat and decided his lap was a better spot for her to rest upon. It was nice to see his ambition had returned. There was an area Deo had always seemed to lack in. Outside of Vegas, he seemed only to care about the asinine clubs he and his idiot friends had created. Never any real drive to live up to the potential of his bloodline. ‘ We can start here and then expand. You know I’m never one to back down from a challenge. And this is right up my alley. ’ She lifted her glass, clinking it against his. ‘ To world domination then? ’ 

Belial barely shifts as the demon finds herself comfortable in his lap, instead he brings his glass to hers in an oh so satisfying - clink - “ To world domination. ” He brings the glass to his lips again and drains half of it before setting it down on the table beside him. “I knew you’d make a good business partner - everyone else is much too... whats the polite word for it; weak. You however? ” Yes he is flattering her now, but he’s never been one to be blunt.

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fertilitasetmortem·:

as much as her body wanted to tense, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. he already looked smug enough. the way his gaze roamed over the form of her vessel brought a familiar boiling sensation to her veins. while there were many beings out there that managed to get under astaroth’s skin, none of them seemed to dig as deeply as belial managed to. it was to be expected, he had been around since she was thrown into creation. he must have known each and every way to get on her every nerve.

                                                                     “oh i’m sure.”

disgust bubbled to the surface of her doll-like features, hating the feeling of his energy so close to her own. the prince did her best to keep her feelings at a minimum. again, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

as he stepped closer her hand came to his chest to give him a forceful shove, hopefully aiming to send him down the stairs he had just traversed oh so languidly, but she would settle with just getting him away from her.

                                “i’m afraid i’m not that worried about proving to you who i am.”

whilst his eyes did wander with only an element of lust, primarily he sought to find that slight shift in frustration. he was fully aware of how they saw him, and they should be very aware by this point of how he saw them. they co-existed, without any real love lost between the pair. with the slightly sneer of disgust on her features he cant help but widen his grin and step ever closer, closing the distance to but a few stairs. 

as the shove comes, he ensures his grip on the banister of the staircase tightens. whilst she may have the strength to throw him back - he has more than enough to hold himself in place, leaning into the shove almost to counter himself. 

“oh you don’t have to worry about proving anything to me - i know full well what you are. but is this how you treat guests? im shocked, really.”

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dusttcdusk·:

‘ you know i’m a woman of taste. ’ she makes herself comfortable, taking another sip of the liquid and stretching out her limbs. ‘ oh you know, just thought i’d drop by and say hello. i can be thoughtful from time to time. just kidding. word on the street’s that deo took a one way ticket to purgatory, leaving it open for the taking. and while i could easily seize it all for myself, i thought why not share the glory. ’ 

Well that was a tantalizing piece of information. He almost felt sorry for the poor bastard. Almost. At this point he relaxes, enjoys the champagne and offers Jez a somehwhat smug smile. “You and share in the same sentence? You do surprise me.” He sits forward somewhat, pouring himself a full glass and topping her off. “But I have no interest in a spoiled spit of desert with a few baubles. To confine ones self to such a small slice of territory? Lacks ambition. Jezebel, if you want real glory. A real challenge. You can help me, to take it all. ”

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dusttcdusk·:

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‘ hope you don’t mind. i helped myself to some champagne while you were out. come, have a seat. it’s been some time. let’s talk, catch up. maybe talk about our future together. ’ 

“ no of course, help yourself - is that the roederer? ” a hand scrapes across his jaw before accepting the fact that it’s open now. reluctantly he takes a seat, pouring himself a glass. “ so to what do i owe the pleasure of your presence this wonderfully calm day? ”

[almolloyoldblog-blog]

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If the bad times are coming, let 'em come Let the death drum break the slump Before the once young braves succumb The fickle flicker of desire expires If the bad times are coming let 'em come, let 'em come

[zeraora]

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ofhexxedclaws·:

          At his inquiry, the dragon unzipped her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. Checking the AOD, she quickly put the phone back in its place. “It’s 4:15 in the afternoon,” she answered ; now thinking about what she was going to do for dinner. And if Famine was going to be at the house.

“Well then in that case they’re definitely not coming back.” He takes a sip of the orange coloured drink he has in one hand, before looking at the identical glass he’s holding in the other - offering it out to the readhead with a shrug. “You might as well enjoy this. Mimosa? Frankly I can’t stand them but they were on the happy hour list and I’ll be damned if I’m not getting my money’s worth.” 

[bearsofair]

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dusttcdusk·:

‘ Eighteen and then we’ll talk. ’ His smirk is returned with a coy grin of her own once she’s polished off the last of her nuggets. ‘ Oh. ’ Well now this changed things. She pulls herself to her feet, wiping the grease off her hands and onto the front of her jeans. ‘ Two sides and fifteen percent? You’ve got yourself a deal, mister. It seems the two of us are going to get to know each other real well. In the words of the immortal high school musical, this could be the start of something new. ’ 

It seems he struck a chord with the sides, of course he did. Who could resist the promise of two sides? “I can’t promise an exact percentage, but I can promise sides.” He doesn’t get the reference. But she said it with so much confidence that it had to be real. “How better to make new acquaintances than over fast food? Anyone that thinks otherwise is just plain wrong.” Oh he wants to get to know her real well. 

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dusttcdusk·:

She can tell she’s close. Nose to the ground, she moves slowly until she sees the glint of metal beneath the fall of leaves just beyond the slight drop of the landscape. ‘ There, ’ she shouts, turning without realizing that he’d been right behind her. 

He’s had stranger days. But following a woman into the woods as she sought out his lost sword was one of the stranger. He’s following her close, and doesn’t expect her to stop - almost walking into her before she’s yelling in his face. “You see it?” He's squinting to see what she see's at this point. His eyes clearly arent as good as her nose.