what shot through me like a rifle was a REVIVAL .
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what shot through me like a rifle was a REVIVAL .
#QUEENWOLF // anti-canon allison argent // by RIO
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am i here ? no but i do want to say that today marks @queenwolf and i’s 4th anniversary and rio has been putting up with me for four full years now and i am just so violently grateful to have her ? and know her ? and call her my friend ? rio i love u !!!! i am gross and annoying and sappy and u love me anyway there is nothing i wouldn’t do for u
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trash empress.#0310
when i think of forests i get stuck not on the robin eggs BUT ON THE FOX TEETH .
#LESZIYE // SLAVIC LORE BASED MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI // by RIO
hip stretch marks .. booty stretch marks … tummy stretch marks ..
But I am not sure what this self is. For the moment I seem to be busy tearing down what I was.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via weltenwellen)
I’M ON YOUR SIDE, SCOTT. / I’M ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE.
☾ 𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .
THERE IS NO PREY AND PREDATOR HERE — not to scott , at least , lest he consider himself the prey . allison is cupped in his hands , and yet , it is scott who feels caught , cornered . he burns at the shiver of her , the shudder , the way she cuts off her words , has to finish after a swallow . she is held under his touch , but he swears it is the other way around . scott would crawl through broken glass for her . would fall to his knees for her . has , has . ‘ i don’t think that’s fair . ’ soft is his apologetic whine , even here . scott is the trail of his mouth further down her throat , following that pretty trail of flush , the shiver bumps . he shifts , only slightly , to better lean over her . this time , the kiss to her skin is a little bit sharper , draws flesh between his teeth as he passes another swipe of his thumb over the swell . and then , a sweeter kiss to the underside of her jaw . ‘ i’d give you anything you wanted . ’
THERE IS NO POWER play here after all . allison is safe to be anything she wants to be when it is just the two of them : predator or prey , huntress or hunted , hungered for or hungry . allison , too , thinks she is more the rabbit with the sharp of his teeth at her jugular and so it is , that NO WOLVES at all take up vacancy in this home tonight . ❝ you want to talk about fair ? ❞ breathless , breathless , is this humored quip , her parted lips bow - released into an airy laugh . scott will feel the arch of her back away from his chest , but her flank presses to his fly to make up for the loss . allison releases his hand at her breast in favor of hooking her palm around the back of his neck , sliding her fingers into the curls at his nape and tugging , both a threat and a demand . ❝ why don’t you guess ? ❞
TELL ME , WHO BURIED YOUR HEART IN THE DAMP SOIL OF THE BACK - GARDEN ? TELL ME , WHY WON’T YOU FETCH A SPADE AND DIG IT UP ?
HELLRAISER: HELLBOUND HEARTS STARTERS
time to play.
you’ll have to excuse the diploë. (he/she/they) has quite execrable table manners.
will you go to (him/her/them), gladly?
i think it is some kind of game. a puzzle of sorts.
i could feel it’s fear and pain. it was beautiful.
and there was so much blood.
i think maybe, next time, i might try it with a person. i think that would be better, don’t you?
(she/he/they) enjoyed the pain. almost as much as i enjoyed hurting (him/her/them).
what have you dreamed?
i don’t dream!
it is why you’re here; because you possess… imagination.
surely you have needs.
you can’t offer me what i want.
all your power is derived from your lust; all desire is ignited by arousal. give in to your physical need and more.
perhaps it’s better for you to keep away from the thing after all.
you’re pathetic, look at you!
they told me you were hungry, so come and feast.
all the better to see you with.
until you learn to relish the pain of every bad thing you have ever done, you belong… nowhere.
i can’t kill you, but sometimes, that’s worse, isn’t it? not being able to die.
what is your pleasure?
your pain spoke to you. without pain, there is no growing.
and i have given you more pain than anyone can imagine.
may it bring you amusement.
why should i negotiate with you? i have everything. you have nothing.
you preside over an empire in decay.
oh, a believer? how cute. how naive.
as if that will save you.
i hired you to do this. it’s your job.
hell persists without your belief.
you’re scaring me. i don’t like being scared.
safety is not something to be taken for granted.
my word, there’s a sight for sore eyes.
so, you succumbed to temptation. i knew that you would.
do you know what you are asking of me?
do you know what will happen to you?
loved be pain. sanctified be pain. glorified be pain!
hell’s where all the fun people go.
you’re not the only one who’s killed somebody for that
you’ll get your time in hell.
as you promised? as i ordained. you could only obey.
defeat… sweet… juicy meat…
it may even pain me. oh, how i hope it does just that.
i hear everything. you know this.
see, it has the radical from sorrow, and from pleasure, and from pain: it is a construct, a configuration of all three.
i do not think there is such a word.
ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS
☾ 𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .
AT ALLISON’S APPROACH , SCOTT IS A WOLF in reverence , like acknowledging rank . she is , and always would be , important . held high . he does not notice adelaide’s look , nor if she notices the way he rises in his seat in acknowledgement , the way he reaches hand out as if to help . there is nothing allison can’t handle , and yet — scott just wants to be there , a backing , support . he murmurs his thanks for the dinner , sweet , but the move of him freezes at the story . ‘ wow . ’ awed , still almost reverent , silly . ‘ a dolphin ? i always wanted to be a dog . ’ there is a painfully lengthy pause from the werewolf . ‘ anyway , you actually — ’ mouth stretches , boyish . ‘ did you get away with it ? ’
ADELAIDE NOTICES . SHE NOTICES everything . she notices scott’s dopey eyes and allison’s pink nose , and the way they circle each other in an orbit too far apart to be acceptable . she smiles into her wineglass again knowingly and shakes her head around her swallow . meanwhile , allison tsks at scott’s rise . ❝ you’re the guest , ❞ she scolds , batting her hand lightly at his fingers . the serving dish is hot , pleasant to her frigid palm , but she sets it in front of him and pulls her touch away so that he can help himself . as she turns , scott offers his white flag and adelaide chokes on another sip of merlot before dissolving into a fit of laughter . ❝ dream come true , ❞ guffaws the matriarch , patting scott’s hand twice . ❝ he’s making fun of me , ❞ allison accuses over her shoulder as she goes to fetch a plate of warm bread , ❝ and of course i did . well . sort of . i made it to the beach , but my dad was already WAITING for me there . ❞
☾ 𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .
IT SOOTHES HIM , ALTHOUGH HE HAD NOTHING TO worry over , although he had not even been worried . when you are loved by the moon , you feel it in all its glow , in all its light . scott is no different . but this is appreciated , calms some faraway nerves that perhaps perhaps perhaps he fumbled this , stumbled , somewhere . the only place he wants to be is here , is right here , pressed behind her . this is a tease he does not think he deserves , but it’s also a gift . hot is his breath against her throat , whine half - whispered from his own . a game , a game he does not even want to play , but it’s only festive if he does , right ? ‘ are they , mrs . mccall ? ’ he is a grin , the slow drag of thumb over blanket - hidden bud . scott scrapes his stubble to her skin , half - scents . ‘ really sorry . if you’d just tell me what you want — ’ here , teeth a ghost to her skin . she is safe with this wolf . ‘ maybe you could help me be better . ’
EVEN ALPHAS NEED DIRECTION . even alphas need praise . perhaps especially is it they who need reassurances . allison gives hers with her I LOVE YOU , with the way her skin warms even beneath the sheet everywhere he touches her , with the hum stuck in the back of her throat . it breaks into a wolf - rumble of her own , something animal and wild in her chest as feral as the beast in his . ❝ i don’t know , mr . mccall , ❞ she murmurs so to keep up the charade , lest he hear the waver in her voice . he’ll hear it anyway when next she speaks . the flush of her cheeks , over her nose , slides down her neck and dips beneath the blanket as gooseflesh breaks out across her skin . ❝ I’M -- ❞ her grip on the back of his hand flexes , tightens , at the scrape of his teeth . ❝ i’m not sure you deserve any tips . ❞
☾ 𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 .
HUMOR IS SWEET PULL , humor is relief , it’s knowing that there is an argent out there besides allison that does not think scott is lacking , or too - soft , or terrible . at least , he hopes . ‘ you mean she tried to — ’ voice is hushed ! whispered to adelaide . ‘ okay , uh — ’ louder , now . he’s still smiling . ‘ where , where was she — where were you trying to go ? ’
ADELAIDE IS WATCHING SCOTT with poorly concealed intrigue . this might suggest a threat , if she were anything more like her surname suggests she ought to be , but it is simply curiosity that curves her mouth . ❝ where was it again , marcheline ? ❞ the amusement her aunt turns on her GOES IGNORED as allison joins them at the table with dinner . as if it pains her , she admits , ❝ i wanted to be a dolphin . so i thought i’d jump into the atlantic . i snuck out in a bathing suit and everything . ❞
what shot through me like a rifle was a REVIVAL .
#QUEENWOLF // anti-canon allison argent // by RIO