*! FOR IS IT LUST OR DEVOTION?

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me  :       is  lazy   also  me  :       i  should  revamp  ollie   !

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important  :       so  i’ve  been  struggling  a  lot  personally  and  i  think  what  i  need  is  to  put  all  my  current  blogs  on  a  small  hiatus  ,        and  focus  on  a       (  potential  )       new  muse  ,       to  try  and  pull  me  out  of  my  writing  slump  /  make  me  happy  .       all  my  current  muses  are  super  tragic  in  some  way  and  can  be  taxing  on  me  ,       so  i’m  going  to  be  doing  a  test  run  of  a  muse       (  mentioned  above  )       i’ve  been  wanting  to  write  ever  since  i  first  got  into  the  rp  comm  years  back       (  hint  :       she  has  a  live  -  action  disney  film  coming  out  march 17  )  !       i  love  you  all  and  hope  you’ll  go  on  this  journey  with  me  !       ❤ ❤ ❤

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sugar  .       hey  guys  !       sorry  for  being  absent  from  all  of  my  blogs  for  a  little  while  ,       i’ve  been  working  on  my  two  novels      (  saccharine  sins  ,       aka  olivia’s  novel  ,       and    the  reckoning  of  lolita  hart  ,       a  new  one  i’ve  just  begun  )       &  my  short  stories  .       it’s  been consuming  some  of  my  time  ,       and  alongside  school  &  my  general  poor  mental  state       (  it’s  not  fun  ,       being  in  an  unsafe  environment  &  having  people  attack  you  constantly  &  your  so  -  called  friends  betraying  you  )  .       i’ll  try  my  best  to  do  better   ❤ ❤ ❤

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me  ,       trying  to  write  the  first  two  pages  /  introduction  of  olivia’s  novel  again  after  losing  the  first  draft  months  ago  :       

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i swear if the world keeps going against my child @sacharined i’ll fuck u all up 

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Why do people even bother following u when all you do is make new blogs and ditch them

sugar  .       so  i  wasn’t  going  to  reply  to  this  ,       but  i  figured  i  should  make  this  very  clear  :       i  have  no  duty  or  responsibility  to  be  constantly  active  on  one  single  blog  all  the  time  .       you  seemed  to  have  missed  the  memo  from  this  post  ,       anon  .       if  i  wanna  make  2387982734  blogs  ,       i  will  !       and  i  encourage  you  to  get  the  stick  out  of  your  ass  ,       and  do  the  same       (  if  you  wish  to  do  so  )  !

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* ﹕ ♡ .     thisbecoming  .       he  ,     owed  awe  /  devotion  !

He desires her. Francis’ eyes roam from Olivia’s as he she approaches – down over her figure, over the low dip of her gown and further yet to admire legs uncrossing as she eases forwards. When the two of them are so close that his focus blurs, Francis’ eyes drift closed. He brushes his nose against hers with an appreciative hum.

                   “I think… that could be a suitable reward.” By the end of his sentence Francis is forming the words against her lips. He tilts his head to murmur them into her mouth before taking her reddened lower lip between his teeth. He curls hands around her hips lead her off the bed and onto the chair with him, like a well-behaved pet. It puts them at eye-level, and everything about him is cast into sharp relief: his eyes and hair, they seem to change at times, from the brown seared into the imagination by television, to the lighter colour that Olivia has pictured in her mind’s eye thousands of times, hundred of pages, over and over.

a  vague  sound  escapes  from  between  eager  lips  --       somewhere  between  a    squeal    and  a    moan  .       fingers  lazily  trace  the  side  of  his  neck  ;       lingering  on  his    pulse  ,       scratching  at  it    softly    with  the  tip  of  a  well  -  manicured  nail  .

❝      i’m    glad    you  think  so  ,       my  love  .      ❞     

lungs  are  deprived  of    oxygen  ,       as  she  leans  in  to    press    soft  lips  against  his  .       it’s    slow  ,       and    meaningful  --       every    moment    spent  with  him  means  the  world  to  her  .       before  she  pulls  away  ,       she  shifts  in  his  lap  ;       getting  more    comfortable  .

❝      so  ?       reward  ?      ❞     

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                SOMEONE  GIVE  ME  MY    SHOT  ,       OR  I’LL    ROT    HERE  !

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* ﹕ ♡ .     thisbecoming  .       he  ,      owed  awe  /  devotion  !

He doesn’t give her an answer – not right away. He enjoys teasing and exerting the control of making her wait, perhaps as much as she enjoys waiting. Francis watches her watch him. He adjusts his posture, sitting relaxed, knees splayed with one elbow resting on her desk. His other hand is set on his thigh, warm through cloth, not a chapter thirty-five kind of warm, but a solid and tangible warm.

                   “What… kind of reward do you think you deserve, Olivia…?” Her name comes off his lips without a hitch, with no sibilant or plosive sounds for his lisp to stumble over. “Tell me what it is that you want.”

a  sly  grin  graces  porcelain  features  .       eyes  peek  off  to  the  side  ,       as  if  she  were    really    considering  a  prize  --       when  really  ,       she  already  knew  .       it  was  nearly  always  the  same  .

❝      hmmmm  ,       maybe  a    kiss  ?       or  for  you  to    read    some  of  the    book    to  me  ?       or    both  ?      ❞     

edging    closer  ,       the  beauty  doesn’t    stop    until  a  button  nose  is  brushing  against  his  own  .       pleading    eyes  boring  into  his  ,       with  unabashed    intensity  .       heart  beating    unnaturally    quick  .

❝      pretty    please  ?      ❞     

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atelophobia

(noun) Atelophobia is defined as the fear of imperfection. Accompanied with the fear of imperfection also comes thoughts of comparison with others’ goals, accomplishments and expectations. Ultimately, it is the fear of “not being good enough.” Although sentiments of atelophobia are extremely natural, one should seek help, if these feelings plague their mind.

etymology: Greek, ατελής atelès, meaning “imperfect” or “incomplete” and φόβος, phóbos, “fear”.

(via assassinkyra)

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sugar  .       i  just  wanna  take  a  moment  to  really  appreciate  my  man    ri.chard  armitage       (  you  know  him  on  my  blog  as    francis  dolarhyde  ,       because  his  francis  is  fucking  amazing  )       because  he  is  just  ??       a  true  gift  and  i’m  glad  i’ve  been  stanning  him  for  nearly  four  years  now  .       he  recognizes  his  privilege  &  world  issues  &  speaks  out  .       he’s  such  a  great  guy  &  so  so  breathtakingly  talented  &  just  .       i’m  so  glad  that  i  found  him  &  his  works  ,       because  every  day  i’m  reminded  of  how  brilliant  he  is  .       of  how  much  he  has  impacted  me  ,       both  on  &  off  -  screen  .       that  is  all  .       i  just  love  him  .

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* ﹕ ♡ .     lacecrown  .       princess  .

A   FLICKER   OF   horror  sparks  the  princess’  eyes,  though  it’s  quickly  fixed  with  a  more  amused  expression.     ❛    so  you  often  sneak  princesses  away  from  parties ?    ❜     dorothea  jests.

❛    and  i’m  not  quite  sure  something  that  strong  is  even  available ?    ❜

❝      well  ,       not  princesses  !       but  i  can  make  it    work  !      ❞     

slender  digits  wrap  around  a  dainty  wrist  ,       and    tug    the  royal  along  ,       as  she  heads  towards  the    back    tables  .

❝      and  all  we  gotta  do  is    snoop    around  .      ❞     

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do  you  ever  think  about  how  moana  is  the  best  disney  film  and  gives  much  -  needed  rep  to  island  -  born  people       (  like  myself  )  ,       and  those  who’s  first  language  isn’t  english  ??       or  how  little  girls  can  now  see their  specific  kind  of  wild  curls  so  vividly  represented  on  a  disney  protagonist       (  something  i  would’ve  killed  for  growing  up  )  ??       or  how  it  gives  needed  poc  rep  ??       or  how  it  speaks  so  well  on  how  our  earth  is  dying  &  we  must  save  it  ??       because  i  do  and  i  cry  a  lot  every  single  day  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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are u a red silk robe girl or a pink silk robe girl

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psa  :       you  are  not  obligated  to  be  tied  to  one  blog  ,       or  be  active  all  the  time  .       you  are  not  obligated  to  keep  your  blog  after  making  it  --       if  you  lose  muse  ,       you  lose  muse  .       you  make  a  blog  and  lose  muse  until  a  month  later  ?       that’s  fine  !       you’e  allowed  to  try  out  blogs  and  have  3298473984  muses  and  find  your  voice  as  a  writer  .       i  guarantee  that  if  people  genuinely  like  you  /  your  writing  ,       they  will  support  you  no  matter  what  /  no  matter  how  many  blogs  you  have  .       lets  end  the  stigma  that  you  have  to  keep  your  muse  list  short  &  be  chained  down  !       we’re  all  here  to  explore  our  writing  /  muses  ,       so  let’s  do  it  !

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* ﹕ ♡ .     thisbecoming  .       he  ,     owed  awe  /  devotion  !

Francis adores the lilt and cadence in her voice – like a song. The admiration is clear on his face and in the way he leans forwards on the chair. “You did,” he admits. He inclines his head, mulling over her account of the murder, eyes visibly dissecting the picture inside his mind’s eye.

                   “Next time, put the pieces over his eyes… before you savour.” He brings his gaze up directly to meet hers. He knows there will be a next time. He gives Olivia small suggestions and minor room for improvement by increments, so that she will learn month after month and continue to take these men month after month.

                   “To watch yourself in his eyes. Seeing will make you feel… powerful.”

alabaster  cheeks  flush  with  a  rose  tint  ,       at  the    praise  .       a    smile    accompanies  the  blush  --       bright  enough  to    blind  ;       as    luminescent    as  a    dozen  spotlights  .       it’s  something  only    HE    can  cause  .       only  he  has  such  a    tight    hold  on  a  fragile  heart  ;       tight  enough  to    kill    her  ,       to  which  she  would    grin    up  at  him  ,       even  with  her    last    breath  .

❝      i’ll  make  sure  to  do  that  .       you’re  the    best    of  the  best  ,       after  all  .      ❞     

a  chiffon  robe  shifts  ;       feather  trim  grazing  supple  thighs    softly  ,       as  she  leans  over  .       slender  arms  brush  against    thicker    ones  ,       as  digits  wrap  around  a  stray  pen  and  notebook  .       neat  cursive  is  quickly  scribbled  down  into  a  page  ,       as  a    reminder  --       mirror  shards  before  savoring  .       and  once  done  ,       a  beautiful  form  remains  bent  towards  him  .       a    teasing    tone  slips  out  ,       akin  to  a  song  .

❝      --       do  i  get  a    reward    besides  your    presence  ?      ❞