sun bleached.

i forgive it all as it comes back to me.

[prophvtics]

prophvitcs: but i don't mind 'cause that's how my daddy raised me. if they strike once then you just hit 'em twice as hard but i always knew that in the end no one was coming to save me. so i just prayed and i keep praying.

[prophvtics]

i will be moving to a new blog so if you wanna keep writing send me a dm and i’ll give u the name :) i’ve got a bunch of new muses lined up and hopefully will get some inspiration to write again

[prophvtics]

i will be moving to a new blog so if you wanna keep writing send me a dm and i’ll give u the name :) i’ve got a bunch of new muses lined up and hopefully will get some inspiration to write again

[prophvtics]

i will be moving to a new blog so if you wanna keep writing send me a dm and i’ll give u the name :) i’ve got a bunch of new muses lined up and hopefully will get some inspiration to write again

[prophvtics]

tony trailer………. think of me when dominic gets his oscar next year

[thcrns]

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TW: none

[thcrns]

linked in the source is a completed gif pack (#400) of victoria pedretti as cherry in forbidden fruits (2026). these gifs were made from scratch by me so please don’t claim as your own, and read my rules before saving/using!! do not use to rp as victoria herself, or to portray a minor. please give credit where credit is due, and give this post a like and/or reblog if you plan on saving/using!

keep in mind victoria pedretti is a white woman born in 1995 (31) and was around 29/30 when the movie was filmed.

TW: drinking, eating, blood, body image, suggestive content, partial nudity, fire (candles, lighter), kissing, violence, escalators

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[misselesava]

victoria pedretti ⇾ forbidden fruits (2006)

[prophvtics]

hello i am alive i just have been so busy with work and exhausted the thought of writing has been the last thing on my mind but i do wanna come back soon i might start fresh cause ngl looking at my drafts makes me wanna commit but we shall see

[lambsgod]

sessions with arlo had always been a high point in her work week, and though she couldn't outwardly show favoritism towards her clients, he didn't ever have to worry where he fell in the hierarchy. he was a bit like a soldier at first, diligently following orders seemingly out of respect for his superior rather than an actual desire to push himself outside of his shell, and lately she'd really seen him blossom, taking more agency over his own life all with her close guidance. arguably too close, but who could argue with the results? he was even dressing differently now, a change so drastic, she was certain there was more to it beyond a simple whim to change up his wardrobe. she doubted he'd have had the confidence to show a bit of chest like he was had it not been for her specific methods of therapy, though she tried not to feel too smug as she admired the product of their work together. "oh yeah? that's nice of you," she praised him, not at all surprised. fern had her own opinions about his family members, none all too kind, but she could sympathize with his loyalty to his sister, who she was willing to bet would benefit from a therapist of her own, if she didn't already have one. it did strike her as odd, somewhat, that paloma would take him out shopping for new clothes without having some reason to— maybe it made sense for other families, but not his. "sounds like a fun sibling bonding experience," she smiled, pausing to jot down a note in the book she kept open in her lap as mostly a formality these days. "did you enjoy it? the shopping." envy was an emotion she'd mostly trained out of herself by then, and yet she felt inexplicably jealous of paloma for getting to be the one to help him update his wardrobe, a childish but stubborn feeling that settled like a lump in the pit of her gut. "she did well, by any means... although i might have gone in a bit of a different direction." her gaze drifted back to the smattering of chest hair peeking out from the neckline of his tank top, but this time she didn't look away, allowing herself to ogle him openly as she bit down on the end of her pen.

[prophvtics]

a fun sibling bonding experience was one way to put it. paloma was clearly using it as an excuse to exercise some control over arlo with the understanding that he was too obedient and afraid of conflict to ever call into question someone's treatment of him, which wasn't to say she didn't also care about making him look nice for his girlfriend but that it was, ultimately, nearer the bottom of her priorities. "i..." he couldn't enjoy most things when he was always far too in his head to actual let himself be present in a moment, in recent months it had only been fern who had managed to coax him out of his shell and show him that it was okay to relax and let his guard down so he could be happy. when she wasn't by his side, sometimes it was hard to remember what in his head was true and what wasn't. "it was okay. it made me feel a little... i don't know. on show, i guess? i don't think she thinks about that kind of thing. she's never cared about having people look at her." being forced to go in and out of changing rooms and parade around in her chosen outfits couldn't have been more out of his comfort zone and yet he'd gone along with every instruction because it was less scary than having to say no and admit to what he wanted instead. his cheeks grew an even darker shade of red as he squirmed under fern's wandering gaze, uncertain if her stare was because she liked what she saw or if she were trying to find a positive to mention. "really? y-yeah i don't- i'm not really a fan of this. it's- i think i look a little silly." he admitted before reaching up to pull at his tank top, tugging it away from where the fabric rested against the slight pudge of his tummy. "what... what would you have chosen? i-if you want to talk about this, i mean. there's- we can talk about anything."

[lambsgod]

her journey to the palace hadn't been long, but the dirt roads she traversed on horseback were littered with bodies all piled atop each other in hastily dug ditches, mottled flesh already eaten away in places from the maggots and buzzards. the further she traveled into the center of town, the more carnage she bore witness to, keeping her cloth full of herbs covering her mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the stench of decay that permeated the air around her, only to breach the palace perimeter and be met with a wholly different sort of overwhelm. from the innermost circle of hell to heaven's gates, bianca dismounted her horse, traversing on foot through the wooded path to the entrance. she could barely hear the announcement of her assumed moniker over the pounding of her own heart, mind sent into overdrive as she struggled to take in all the luxury and excess surrounding her. bianca was no stranger to wealth, the widowed baroness who'd become her guardian had raised her within a sprawling estate with bespoke furnishings, but she had never been allowed to indulge in all the privileges the baroness' money afforded her. if anything, she was closer to the townsfolk currently spending their days scrubbing blood out of linens and digging shallow graves than she was to any of the high society guests in attendance. with her satin slippers becoming muddied on the way there, she almost felt guilty descending the gilded marble staircase to join the rest of the guests in the ballroom. before she even had the chance to, the evening's host was dashing up them and planting himself by her side, extending a personal greeting that had her gut churning and her nose wrinkling in the beginnings of a sneer before she corrected her expression. in stealing the baroness' invitation and orchestrating her attendance, bianca had expected to wear a pretty frock and spend the night sipping on fine wine and wandering the halls of the palace, should she be able to slip away from the party unnoticed, and as such she'd neglected to prepare for genuine interaction— let alone an interaction with the pompous prince himself. "good evening, your majesty," she spoke through gritted teeth as she lifted her skirts and bent her knees in a polite curtsy. "aye, this is the first ball i have attended in your lovely home." her first ball ever, in fact, though she kept such knowledge close to her chest as she searched for a polite way to fit in a subtle jab at his expense. "but it is a shame to be gathering amidst such tragedy, no? dare i suggest your kingdom's resources may be better utilized elsewhere..."

[prophvtics]

beautiful women often found their rightful place beside lonny, namely because he refused the company of those he deemed unattractive. life was suppose to be enjoyed and he could not stomach even a moment of unpleasantry, not even the being the world's most successful conversationalist could save a plain and boring face and while many such people would call him shallow for his insistence on being surrounded by beauty, he had no reason to listen to them because he was the prince and they were not. he believed he had brought all the most beautiful women in the kingdom to the palace but the newest arrival to the party clearly dispelled such a belief and forced him to make a note to fire the servant he had sent out in search of girls to bring back to become one of his concubines. his palms began to sweat as he watched her lower herself down into a curtsy before him and he pictured what she would look like properly positioned on her knees before him, doe eyes looking up at him in a silent plea for mercy from whatever submission he was to ask from her. "a shame?" an obnoxious laugh bubbled up and spilled past his full lips with no attempt to stop or quieten it. of course such a perfect specimen had to be hiding some kind of secret flaw. a soft heart for the peasants wasn't the worst thing someone could possess but lonnie did find it boring, he was tired of hearing of their struggles and believed life was greatly improved when one stopped caring what happened outside the palace walls. "is it a shame to celebrate being alive? should we all sit and wallow in the suffering of others?" he cocked his head with an already lopsided smile and shamelessly took in the sight of the woman's body before him once more, this time lingering at her chest where he could watch the swell of her breasts rise and fall from their tight confinement in her dress. he could forgive a kind streak for a woman so otherwise impeccable and besides, he believed he could very easily remind her of what was and wasn't appropriate to say in his company. "what is your name? why have i never seen you in attendance before?"

[lottienats]

SASHA CALLE as REKA VARGAS/SARAH MILLER Wardriver, 2026

[lambsgod]

after struggling for survival since he was able to fight for himself, nickie believed he'd spend his whole life that way. god knows he hadn't expected to make it this far, if any of his grade school teachers were right, he would've been dead in a ditch or behind bars before graduation. perhaps it was merely that his true purpose was incompatible with the rest of the world. it was only within cookie's captivity that he felt he'd found what he was meant to do, revolving his life around his obsession with her so all else became noise. being in her presence again after hours apart felt like a cold sip of water on the hottest day of the year, but she'd cruelly yanked the cup from his hands and held it just out of reach. "n-no— well..." technically, yes. he knew she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but everyone needed something they couldn't give themselves. his gaze darted from her nose to the slight bit of residue left behind on her desk, a sharp hunger twisting at his gut. this was the longest he'd ever been clean in a decade, but he'd only swapped one addiction for another, and they were both being dangled right over his head. a whine clawed its way out from the back of his throat, high and strained, taking the smallest of steps into the room and towards where she sat. "i know... i-i know i'm lucky, i... thank you." dropping down to his knees, nickie crawled his way across the floor to crouch at her feet on all fours, practically trembling with the need to do more, though he remained at a safe distance, hardly able to look up at her. "let me show you... how thankful i am."

[prophvtics]

nickie's deal was still somewhat of a mystery to cookie, in part because she had neglected interrogating him on the exact details of his upbringing but more specifically because she doubted any amount of neglect could turn a good looking, overall pleasant man into the trembling little dog crawling over to her. some people were born with a submissive streak, that she knew but it appeared to her that nickie lacked any desire for accountability or autonomy. there must have been something broken deep within him, not something caused by another's hands but something in his very coding, a rot so deep he was never gonna be capable of being a functioning person. it almost made her feel pity for him. even if most people would look at how she treated nickie and consider it abuse, cookie could see that she was giving him exactly what he needed to keep living. it could be as exhausting as it was thrilling to hold that kind of power over someone, the idea of loosening her grip on his leash a little wasn't unappealing but nickie was far too easy to read and cookie could see what he wanted from a mile away. "and how'd you think you can do that? huh?" leaning over so that her forearms rested on her thighs, the front of cookie's shirt fluttered open and gave him a perfect view of her perky tits. "you must think that i'm real stupid. is that right, doggy? you think you can trick me into giving you a treat?"

[lambsgod]

"i do!" frankie was quick to pipe up in her own defense, voice a tad shrill. of course she trusted he was telling the truth when he said she looked hot, but that didn't make it an objective fact. on a different sort of woman, sure, the outfit he'd helped her pick out would look unquestionably sexy; she didn't have the curves to justify showing so much skin, no cleavage busting out from her low-cut neckline, her frame was more of a ruler than an hourglass, and she felt like a little girl playing dress-up in her older sister's closet, about to get caught any moment. it was impossible not to feel soothed as he welcomed her into his loose embrace, arms raised to drape over his shoulders so she could comb her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, the chatter all around them going quiet as she focused in on him. "i want to..." a lifetime of insecurity didn't simply vanish the second a cute boy called her pretty, but she could only hope that with regular reassurance, she'd one day be able to see herself more clearly. "should we do a shot, or something? tequila?" with her second cocktail nearly gone, she needed something more immediate to loosen her up and take her mind off her own appearance.

[prophvtics]

frankie may not have looked like the girls that oz typically went for but that didn't mean he was merely pretending to find her attractive or toying with her for nothing more than entertainment value. his attraction was genuine, he had barely resisted bending her over the back of the couch as they were getting ready to leave his place and head to the bar and had only stopped himself from doing so to focus his energy on convincing frankie that she was capable of leaving the apartment dressed the way she was. he did care, maybe not in the way that she thought he did but there was still care for her that existed. that was a good thing, right? he held back a sigh and forced a sympathetic smile, one he hoped hid his growing impatience. "last time we did tequila you threw up." oz reminded her gently, hands dipping a little lower to brush properly over her ass. it wasn't an attempt to dissuade her, rather he wanted to see how willing she was to loosen herself up to make it so they could both have a good night. "i had to hold your hair back, remember? you tried to make me promise to never let you do shots again..."

[lambsgod]

"i wrote to you..." she'd had no way of delivering her letters, when she'd asked her husband if there was any way to send a courier after them, he'd laughed in her face. too much time and too many resources to waste on something so frivolous as keeping his wife in contact with her bodyguard. they remained in the drawer of her vanity, a thick stack of envelopes containing her deepest, most intimate feelings, she almost regretted mentioning them at all if only to save herself the mortification of having him read her long-winded rambling. it all seemed so senseless to her, the violence and bloodshed, lives lost and families upended all for the expansion of a kingdom she held no personal allegiance to. this wasn't her home, and the man she'd been brought here to marry was no partner— the only person there she truly cared for had been sent away like an expendable pawn, and now that he was back in her arms, she never wished to release him. "you need not wait for permission," she murmured, tilting her head to look up at him with a flutter of her lashes. "i cannot spend another night by my lonesome." her eyes were pleading with him, begging to be silenced with a kiss, for her woes to be washed away with his cleansing touch.

[prophvtics]

as desperate as he was to hear what was in those letters, perhaps it was the best that they had remained unsent. he prided himself on being strong and disciplined, to crumble as a result of reading about her loneliness, her desire for him to return back to his rightful place beside her, it was no way for a knight to act. at least he had been able to pretend that she was well taken care of while he was away, not in the way that only he could provide her but well enough to keep her content until the battlefield no longer required him. he couldn't reply, not without feeling as though his voice would tremble as he expressed how badly he wished to have heard from her, how sometimes he felt as though he could hear her voice in his ear as he sunk into that sweet place just before sleep. instead, he chose to fall back into subservience, though it felt anything but a submission. no, it was empowering to give the princess what she needed, it brought him the greatest joy possible on earth. slowly, he reached up and brought his fingers to the apple of her cheek, brushing his knuckles against the rosy skin as though he were checking she were real and not yet another dream he would wake up in pain from. after confirming that she truly was stood before him, his fingers skimmed down to take her chin in a gentle grip, tilting her head back just enough so he could lean down and press the softest of kisses to her lips.