unpredictable

Quinn Loinsigh. 1,200+. Selkie. Longtime slave, first time Evergreen Parish-er.

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Y’all. I made dinner tonight and I’m wine drunk so if I’m on tonight, shit might get weird. I’m lurking via mobile at least so hit me up for fun wine drunk me, fam.

[the100-news]

WildpipM After a delayed red eye flight, and waking up next to @Zach_McGowan. I did question my life choices! But Boston I am now inside You!!! Looking forward to @conageddon let’s do this Boston.

[bellblake]

bellamy blake appreciation week ↳day 4: favorite season: Season 2

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caintakesabel:

“Bleed the sadism.”  Repeated the word choice that was a surprise more than anything else, well aware of the invitation that was written into the specific selection. A hand reached out, pushing hair from the face of the other, eventually letting finger trace line of jaw in wayward appreciation, before tipping under chin to push it up. “You’re out for a reason that is not my own.”  He started the reminder - Cain was not giving out favors without a return on the investment. Nothing he did was without motive, be it personal or professional. Calculated moves were the only reason he and his sister still managed to live and breath, respectively. 

“And I would hate to give you the impression that there is any reward for you in this.” Hand pulled back, taking the necessary step back to keep him from breathing in the scent of home that was still clinging to skin of the other. “Move.” Head nodded back toward the way that they had come, instruction clear in his voice, it was back to the cold steel of seriousness in no time, no longer dropped like a secret shared between the two of them.

Quinn, somehow, relished the sound of his words on the other man’s lips. It sounded like a prayer somehow, the consideration in the repetition pumping hope into places the selkie had long forgotten. He let out a breath through his lips as the other reached up to brush hair away, and his upper teeth came down briefly on his lower lip. He moved his chin as he was directed, though his eyes stayed poised on the brunet’s mouth, the dip and curve. He was starved suddenly, somehow, as desperate for this as he had been for the water. “But you could have let me die. You didn’t.”

The other man pulled away and Quinn composed himself, wetting his lips absently. The magic of the moment was broken, maybe, but Quinn’s need wasn’t yet quenched. He could feel it in the way his abdominal muscles tightened, his hands slightly shivered. “Believe me,” he said, voice betraying his desperate wanting, “I don’t consider it a reward.” He was demanded to move, and... his eyes dropped. “Yeah. You got it.” He turned back towards the cell building, steps somewhat reluctant, words failing.

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angelicmaximus:

“Being rare seems like a death sentence. Something that will always make you have their attention.” He often got questions about his angelic heritage. Most had never seen a Nephilim in the flesh – and for good reason. His powers were still vastly unexplored. He was only 28 in human years and he felt he had what may be centuries before he fully grasped what he was capable of doing. Nephilim powers were based on the parent. His father may not have been an archangel, but he certainly was strong. Max had inherited his golden eyes from him. “I’ve never been owned by anyone or anything. I’ve always been my own person. The idea of someone laying claim to me doesn’t sound like something that is going to work out in their favor or mine.” But perhaps he was right. He needed to look at the other side of the spectrum. If he was going to survive, he needed to learn not to bite the hand that fed him. But could he really watch his mouth that long? Probably not. The moment someone disrespected him, he couldn’t help but tell them off. “I’ve never met another Nephilim. I know they exist. There are rumors. But most of us have been hunted by other angels. God didn’t want us. He considered us an abomination. At least that’s what my father told me growing up. He could be lying. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I wish I could help you with the water issue. If I had access to powers, I would fly your ass and drop you in the water.” He figured the rune would keep them from leaving the actual city, but there had to be some sort of ocean near them somewhere. “Only because you asked.” Consent. Something most people knew nothing about in this city. The selkie may not be able to see his wings, but his wings definitely felt the ministrations. They flexed out of reflex, relaxing Max. “You’re right there.” He admitted. There had always been an ounce of pleasure to be had when someone ran their fingers over where his wings would have been if they were able to see them.

“Attention isn’t a bad thing. It’s being forgotten that makes you worry. You don’t want to be forgotten. Be someone’s favorite.” Quinn could think of nothing worse than rotting away in this cell for the rest of his days. He supposed it made a difference, who owned you, but for the most part, everyone had a handle on humanity. Most could be swayed. If not swayed, at the very least... moved. Quinn knew what it was like to have autonomy; he’d had that for over a thousand years. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the subtle taste of freedom, that sea foam and algae scent, the feeling of the sun on his back and his coat slick with the sea. One hundred years was the blink of an eye, and Quinn had to repeatedly remind himself that he could survive it a little longer. “I was free for most of my life. And I’m... relatively ancient. Maybe that’s what makes this easier for me. It’s just a drop in the bucket.”

Quinn chuckled at the comment about the water, adding, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll live. Long as they give me access eventually.” Eventually. More like... within a week. His skin was tight and pained already, and his weakness came and went in waves. Within a week, he would be useless completely. Maybe dead.

His thumbs smoothed into the nephilim’s shoulder blades, digging in slightly, in a light massage. “Can you feel it?” His thumbs dipped down, lower, to the small of the man’s back. “How far down do they go? Here?” He watched the nape of the blond’s neck, trying to pick up on any changes in his skin, and perhaps to chance a look at his face if he chose to turn. “Quinn. That’s my name.”

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madexfgold:

As much as she liked to say that she kept her expressions stoic, unreadable, that wasn’t normally the case. While she had learned the skill of holding her tongue, controlling her expressions were another thing entirely. She did, however, learn how to shift them just enough that they were almost ambiguous. Vague, even. It kept people uncertain of her and let her keep the cold exterior she was accused of. Which, she found, was better that way. Best the world thought her cruel and uncaring than anything else. The moment they assumed she had a conscious.. they’d end up in her office.

Asking for things.

Watching him as he spoke, she had to admire the courage. The absolute audacity he had to come in here and ask for a specialized diet. “It has nothing to do with it being a pain in the ass.” If she really wanted to cater to them, it wasn’t hard to bring someone in to do just what he was asking. “It’s the principle of coddling.”

His honesty was another thing she admired. Admittance of his lack of fear had her letting out a small laugh. “At worse, I’d eat you. Without snapping my fingers.” She was used to fear. Fear and hatred. Aside from her brother, it was quite literally all she knew from the outside world. That may have been the fire that loomed just beneath the surface of her skin speaking, though. “No,” she said, tone flat at his offer. “I will not name my price. if you wish me to even consider this, you have to come with more than that.”

Quinn hated the unknown. It was the only thing that made him nervous. And this place was full of the unknown. The unknown meant that he couldn’t plan. He couldn’t arm himself and steel his mind away in order to cope. He was thrown into the maybes and the laters and the we’ll sees, and there was nothing that he could do except for play along and hope he didn’t get burned. And even though Quinn could follow the flicks of this woman’s face, see the shifting of her body, he had no fucking clue what she was thinking, and that more than anything made him uncomfortable.

And yet. There was peace in knowing that he was asking for what he needed. That he was advocating for the others. Was it pointless? Yes, obviously, but maybe one day, it wouldn’t be. Maybe one day, things would be different. Maybe slaves would be treated more like actual beings than mere accoutrements, but it was obviously not that day.

“Sounds pretty worse,” he commented, trying to seem amused, “Eating me. At least I wouldn’t see it coming.” But of course she wouldn’t make it easy on him. Of course she didn’t want to tell him what she wanted. That would make life easy for him, and if there was one thing this place was not... was easy. “Any chance we can play twenty questions? All I know is everyone wants release of some kind. Just trying to figure out what kind of release you’re into.”

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caintakesabel:

To say that Cain wouldn’t take the opportunity to quite obviously drink in the features of the other in their full glory would have been a lie - he wasn’t oblivious by any means, nor did he bite the hand that so graciously fed. The way the water did in fact compliment him was worth appreciating, even if he were doing this more out of obligation than favor. Attention flickered, wavered, wandered - before finally finding its resting place on that face. Maybe, he hadn’t been looking close enough before, or the backdrop of the river behind him was more appealing on second glance. 

“I know the question was probably meant to be far more profound than the answer, but sadism suits far better than the latter.” He’d have no qualms admitting his short comings, even if they weren’t on the table for discussion much further than the answer itself. Hand again motioned, pointing to the spot next to him and waiting with a silent patience, there would be no mistakes in herding him right back where he belonged.

Quinn caught the glance of the other man, and he responded by slowing his movements, giving the other a few moments to appraise him. Interest, even if only in his body, was never a bad thing; it worked in Quinn’s favor, and if this creature wanted him... well, that was one more night out of the cells. While others may have been in a hurry to shake off the excess water and move on, Quinn relished the feeling of his curls matted to his forehead, his t-shirt sticking to his skin in spots.

“It wasn’t meant to be profound, no.” Despite the fact that his breath could carry him for much longer than the time he’d spent underwater today, he was still slightly breathless, his chest heaving gently, and he dropped his eyes to the other’s chest appreciatively. Somewhat hungrily. He wasn’t blind, either, despite their power differential, and the fact that he so closely resembled a kindred heart didn’t hurt either. “I’m already out,” Quinn said, pushing his luck. “You may as well bleed that sadism a bit.”

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angelicmaximus:

“Being rare usually is the problem.” He’s never met another Nephilim in his life, but he hopes they exist somewhere out there. It would be nice to compare life stories. Maximus is still learning his powers. His father was good at helping with that, but now he had no one. His father had turned his back on him. Had sold him off to a city that really didn’t care if he lived or survived. It would be one thing to be tossed into the cells if he was able to defend himself. But that rune on the back of his neck blocked everything. His powers came directly from the Heavenly Host as far as he knew, but it felt like that light had faded and a darkness loomed over him like the plague. “Find me another Nephilim to speak to and I’ll find you another selkie.” He felt…. comfortable around this boy, which was saying a lot. Like he didn’t need to be on guard all the time. It was nice. “But for the record, I don’t plan on dying while being stuck here.” And if he did die, it was because he tried to get free. He learned a long time ago to fight for what you thought was right. His father had. He fell from Heaven. The decision may not have been right, but at least he did what he had to.

He nodded his head at the statement. “Survival of the fittest, I guess.” Some people wouldn’t survive. He knew this. Quinn knew this. But those not willing were strong enough to make it through this. Finally, the blond released the chain link, his hands shaking momentarily as they fell to his sides. “They’re nice. But I miss them being active. The fact I’m not able to go from one place to another is annoying. Everything has become… slow. I don’t like it.” The only time he ever got his wings to appear on the wall as a silhouette was when his power flared up. Most of the time he used it as a warning to scare those who tried to attack him. It gave them a small sense of the power he was actually capable of having. “I would show you if I could. Perhaps one day.”

“In here,” Quinn insisted, “being rare is a benefit, and don’t ever forget that. Someone sees you and wants to take you out of here? You an square away a better meal for the night. Good place to sleep. And if they own you... it’s easier to get your freedom one day. So I hear.” He hadn’t quite gotten that far yet, and he realized how disingenuous it must have seemed coming from a selkie who had been enslaved for a hundred years, but Quinn could truly see the benefit in it, and he planned to make the best effort possible to see it through. He could humble himself... if it meant getting out of this unscathed. “Being owned is better than this. Believe me. When someone owns you, they do it because they want you. It’s easier to pick at their humanity a bit.” He pressed his lips together in a thin smile and finally rose, dusting off his sweatpants; chances were, he wouldn’t get a new pair for a while. “There are plenty of selkies. None here. My herd lived in the Irish Sea. I assume they’re still there, but who really knows. I’ve been apart from them for so long now.”

Survival of the fittest. Sure, but with Quinn’s withering body from lack of water, he couldn’t say that the nephilim was entirely wrong. Quinn held out his hands as though approaching a wild animal and asked, “May I?” He turned the blond around and his fingers traced a gentle path along the nephilim’s shoulder blades, where he assumed the wings would sprout. “About... here?”

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madexfgold:

She gave him a look, a chaotic mixture of confusion and offense. A touch of humor and disbelief. He really was in here - her office of all places - demanding.. better food.. for the slaves? She saw where he was coming from, honestly she did. His argument wasn’t completely ignorant. But taking into consideration where she was coming from - there was a direct lack of understanding. Because of the difference in ranks, of social class. she didn’t expect him to understand their ways, or why they were done how they were.

He spoke, and she listened. By the time he had finished, she had leaned back in her chair, hands folded against her stomach, rocking back and forth on the swivel. After another moment or two of silence, she stood and started toward him. “The food is created on a basis that is has exactly the base amount of protein and vitamins needs across the bored. Base amount needed to not die on it. Just like your cell. And then clothes you’re given. And the bed you sleep on.” Coming around the desk, she leaned back, perched her rear against the edge.

“Its all created to get you out of the cage. For you to want to get out of the cage. If i start making specialized diets, you will be content to stay. And what good does that do me?” Her brow rose, hands coming to take hold of the edge of the desk. Her eye narrowed as she watched him, head canted just slightly. “You don’t fear me?” You didn’t have to be afraid of her, you just had to respect her. “you have balls, and I can appreciate a little bravery every once and a while. But I fail to see how you’re going to earn anything from me tonight.”

Quinn had been alive for more than a thousand years, but even he wasn’t able to discern her expression. His eyebrows knit slightly in concentration, attempting to figure out if this was working in his favor or not, but regardless... she was different. The guards ignored him entirely, or fought back against his words, preventing him from speaking. But she? No... she paid attention. Whether or not she did anything about it was a different story, but she had lost some callous edge through the process and was now at least worthy of the respect he was forced to give her regardless.

And then... she stood. Started forward. The logical thing to do, and Quinn’s instinct, was to take a step back to counter, but he held his ground through sheer will, though a strange kind of confusion flickered over his face. “Trust me. No one is content to stay there. There’s nothing about it that’s content. And I get it... specialized diets are a pain in the ass, but I’m happy to help figure out the needs of the individual species. You won’t have to lift a finger.” As he’d said before... it was worth a shot.

You don’t fear me? she asked, and Quinn could only half shrug. “You’re terrifying, don’t get me wrong, and I’m sure you could fuck me up, or worse, with the snap of a finger, but... no. I’m not really afraid of you.” He almost apologized for the fact, determining that it was a thing she was used to, but to Quinn... she was just another owner to please, and that he could do. But that left her valid question of how he would earn anything. That he didn’t know. So instead... he flashed a smile. “Name your price. I could guess, but it’s easier to ask.”

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ALL OF THEM. HAHAH.

1. Swallow cum or take it in the ass/pussy?

I’ll take it. I enjoy it. Hot, sticky... a remnant I’m left with to remember him by after the encounter has come and gone.

2. Favorite place to cum/be cummed on?

Cummed on? Is that a real thing? I like to be fucked from behind, so I’d say I like cum in/on my ass or on my back. I’ll take it on my face, though, too. As far as my cum is concerned... I’ll cum wherever I cum. I don’t have a particular fetish around it.

3. Give or receive oral?

Give. I’m not huge on receiving. I’m not the biggest fan of being affectionately touched.

4. Top or bottom?

Depends on my partner and my mood. I’m usually a bottom, but I’ve got moments when all I want to do is be inside of someone. And that said... if my partner’s a bottom, I adapt.

5. Favorite pet name to be called in bed? 

I don’t like pet names. I like cursing.

6. Favorite name to call your partner in bed?

Does fucking asshole count?

7. Ass or titties?

If given the choice, ass. I’ve slept with women before, and they’re beautiful, but given the choice, I’d go for a man every time.

8. On the floor or against the wall?

Again, it depends. If my partner’s strong enough to hold me up, go for it. Wall can be hot. Floor’s fine in a fix.

9. Describe the sexiest lingerie you can think of.

No lingerie. Naked. I don’t find lingerie to be attractive. I think it makes someone look like they’re trying too hard. If you wouldn’t normally wear it under your clothes, don’t wear it in the bedroom.

10. Body shots?

Sure? Who’s this high roller willing to give us drinks?

11. Best place to have sex?

Some place where I can make a hasty exit when it’s all over.

12. Do you use toys? What kind?

Any kinds. I’m partial to floggers, butt plugs, vibrators, cock rings... but I’m willing to try anything once or... more than once.

13. Best song to fuck to?

No song. It covers up the sound of someone’s breath and the sound of skin slapping. Why the fuck would you want to ruin that?

14. Daddy kink?

Sure. Why not.

15. Funniest thing to happen during sex?

One of my owners used me to help his friend lose his virginity. He got his cock about an inch inside of me and blew everywhere. It happens, but what was funny was the way he gasped and apologized after. Profusely. Over and over again. Who cares?

16. Would you participate in a threesome?

I have already. Many times. Threesomes and moresomes, mainly as a... glorified sex toy. I’d do it again.

17. Does pain turn you on?

Pain is comfortable. So yeah, I’d say so.

18. Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

Do I have to pick just... one place? Shit. Alright. Recently, it was quietly in a restaurant, waiting for a table. Out in front of everyone. It was the wife of my owner, who slipped up her skirt and sat on my lap. I think she was trying to prove a point.

19. Would you sext or send nudes?

Sure. My body hasn’t really belonged to me in a hundred years.

20. Would you eat ass?

I have, I would, and I love it.

22. Would you wear a collar?

I have. I didn’t mind it so much.

23. Do you watch porn? What kind?

I’ve watched porn when I’ve been allowed. It’s fine. I like bondage porn. Gangbangs.

24. Kinkiest thing you’ve done?

Again... this is a rough choice. Being the bottom in a gangbang in a speakeasy during prohibition was a sight to behold. You’d be shocked what the body can actually handle.

25. Describe the perfect scenario for sex.

Rough. Meaningless. Something that leaves bruises when it’s all over.

26. Pubes or clean shaven?

What I have or what I prefer? They’re the same, so I suppose it doesn’t matter. Pubes, but not an overgrown bush. Trimmed around the base. Balls clean.

27. Favorite position?

I think I jumped the gun and mentioned this above already. I prefer to be taken from behind. Merciless. No eye contact. No risk of kissing. Better for everyone involved.

28. How loud are you during sex?

I’d say it ranges from “very” to “was there an earthquake?” I’m loud, and vocal. Cursing, mostly. Pleas, too. I’ve gotten good at begging throughout the years.

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🗝

Confessions and platitudes weren’t exactly Quinn’s strong suit. Certainly not to those who clearly didn’t care, but maybe now, in the silence of the room that was no longer filled with brutish moans and sex-soaked heat, he could allow himself a bit of honesty.

“You remind me of the first man I loved.” Quinn gave a motion to his own jaw, tracing it. “Same... dark stubble. Same dark features. Same dark heart. But it opened for me, just a little. Enough that I came in.” With a caustic smirk, he turned, eyes tracing along the frame of the man who seemed so known to him, despite the unfamiliarity. “He took my sealskin. Kept me for his own. It made me hate him. I would have come back for him every day, but...” He glanced off again, sinking into the edge of the bed, his elbows digging into his thighs, hands clasped between. “I’m stuck between wanting to stay and wanting to run. Just like I was then.”

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1. Swallow cum or take it in the ass/pussy? 2. Favorite place to cum/be cummed on? 3. Give or receive oral? 4. Top or bottom? 5. Favorite pet name to be called in bed? 6. Favorite name to call your partner in bed? 7. Ass or titties? 8. On the floor or against the wall? 9. Describe the sexiest lingerie you can think of. 10. Body shots? 11. Best place to have sex? 12. Do you use toys? What kind? 13. Best song to fuck to? 14. Daddy kink? 15. Funniest thing to happen during sex? 16. Would you participate in a threesome? 17. Does pain turn you on? 18. Weirdest place you’ve had sex? 19. Would you sext or send nudes? 20. Would you eat ass? 22. Would you wear a collar? 23. Do you watch porn? What kind? 24. Kinkiest thing you’ve done? 25. Describe the perfect scenario for sex. 26. Pubes or clean shaven? 27. Favorite position? 28. How loud are you during sex?

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caintakesabel:

He could feel it - the fear was never hidden well enough when it came to Cain. Maybe it was age, maybe it was experience, but that particular emotion seemed to be the scent easiest for him to pick up on. A moth to its proverbial flame in that sense, it was familiar - a lot like home. There was little hope for this particular worry to ever find a solution as he was trained to stay one step ahead and if this treatment were to continue? It would probably only grow in price, sabotaging earnings without any shame or regret. After all, they had brought most of these slaves here with the intention to keep them, rather than be foolish enough to set them free. The notion was counterproductive, but not completely unheard of.

Cain was close behind the other as they approached the destination in mind. He moved with a particular speed, keeping tabs on the other as he hardly wanted to play cat and mouse. Or well, big lizard and seal. While the other seemed intent on providing some kind of reassurance that he had no desire to run, he’d heard that song and dance before - witnessed it even. Plenty were smart enough to say and do exactly what they thought the masters and mistresses wanted to hear - until one day they weren’t. It was simple math, a waiting game and he’d have no patience for it this day or any other.

He’d edged around the bank, body relaxed despite himself - the water always brought a calm that wasn’t usually allotted to him. “Come, that’s enough.” Nodded back, hand motioning to the other in a clear command.

Quinn felt better. What an overly simplistic way to describe how he felt, but there it was, coating him like a warm embrace; every drop of water that fell from his damp and matted hair was like a prayer answered. He approached his clothes again, bending to pluck up his shirt first, which he tugged back over his head silently. Quinn knew he’d have bigger decisions to make later, but... that was later. Now, he had relief. He was happier. He felt more at peace, like he’d been soothed by a lullaby.

It was when he began to put back on the sweatpants, gathering one side completely over his leg before balancing to tug up the other, that he dared to speak again. “I’m a lot of things, but I’m not stupid. I’m sure this is going to cost me. And I’m sure you’ve already got the price in mind. I can assume that none of it is negotiable?” No reasoning with the unreasonable; he’d learned that lesson the hard way many times over. “If I were you and I wanted control, I’d keep it secret. Keep me guessing what I have to give up in order to live with this little piece of survival. Which, I imagine, is your plan. It’s the perfect sadism, if you think about it.”

He tightened the drawstrings, relishing in the knowledge that the fabric would soak up the water and he’d be damp for hours. “But it’s also predictable. So... I guess the question is... are you sadistic, or predictable?”

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“Do you want to cum?”

Underneath the ministrations of the nephilim, Quinn was a sweating, heaving wreck. His breath came spotty, spasmodic gasps of air that wrenched through his lungs as his chest swelled with each. His body swelled, too, hips rocketing upwards so the taut skin of his cock caught Max’s palm, pistoning through the closed fist, over and over again. “Yes...” The word was barely audible through gritted teeth. Surely Max wouldn’t be so cruel as to deny him; his body was tense and trembling from the effort it took to hold on, not to come spilling over the edge. He clenched his hands into tight balls, twisting the thin fabric of the sheets on his cot between them, only a tether’s snap away from the crest that would end the ache in his body, the tightening of his balls, and the need to feel like he belonged to someone again, if only for a moment, because he wanted to.

[all-things-rp-moved]

NSFW Hard Dominant Starters

[justanotherrpmeme]

“Come here.”

“Suck me.”

“Get on your knees.”

“You’re going to cum for me now.”

“Beg for my cock.”

“I want you wet for me.”

“Mmm this tight ass/pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“You’re mine to play with and do whatever I want to.”

“You’re just here to satisfy/serve/please me. Is that clear?”

“Shut up. I don’t care what you want. You’re here to do what I want.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Beg for it.”

“Louder”.

“Not good enough. Try again.”

“Good girl, you can cum now.”

“You’re such a good boy”

“You make me so hard.”

“I want to cum in that wet little mouth of yours.”

“I want you to swallow my cum.”

“Open your mouth, I want you to drink all my cum.”

“Spread yourself open for me so I can see you.”

“Look at you, you dirty little slut.”

[undomielle]

One word moodboard: Selkies requested by @rumpels-popo

Selkies (also spelled silkies, sylkies, selchies, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Irish, Scottish, Faroese, and Icelandic folklore. Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. They are often seen by the shore, watching inquisitively with uncannily human eyes.  

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