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stella-harlow.

Stella moved to sit down at the table, her work bag heavy as she places it next to her chair. “Well…I’m officially done with the office until after Ginny gets here.” She still wasn’t sure what to think about the recomendation from her doctor. It made sense medically but she wasn’t too happy with it. “I think the damn bedrest is going to be the end of what little mental sanity I have left.” She looked at the person across from her. “So much for trying to show a few things at Fashion Week.”

she’s like a little RACCOON, a tiny, little raccoon... that sounds like a nuclear explosion. but it’s his fault, thinking back, trying to get anything done in a public place was a shit idea. fingers rest at metallic screws, lowering the dark lenses that shield his eyes & he exhales a white PUFF of smoke, putting on a vacant smile. ❛ rough week? ❜

#stellaharlow #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )

insatixble.

too many HARSH words are swirling her head & she can’t seem to focus on which ones to actually say to him. her lips curl into a scowl when she feels his skin against hers, a chill trickling up her spine in protest. she’s still mad at him & she believes that she has EVERY right to be — not only did he break her heart, he was the first. her naive, over trusting eighteen year old self could have sworn that he was THE ONE. she could not have been more wrong. just when she thought things were going perfectly, the man fled the country without so much as a goodbye. at least some sort of heads up would have been nice. but now he’s back, trying to slither right back into her life like the SNAKE he is. she’s decided that she’s not going to fall for it, not this time — she knows better now. she pulls her wrists from his grip & distances herself from him, trying to make it easier for her to HATE him. “ you have five minutes. that’s it, that’s all you get from me. ”

like SAND she slips between the crack of his fingers, body inching closer as she pulls away. an almost remorseful gleam on pallid features, oceanic eyes had now grown somber & his fingers outstretch missing the warmth radiating off her moon bathed SKIN. ❛ scout--- ❜ her name’s almost FOREIGN on his tongue, too used to pet names, still it rolls off his tongue like a confession or a hushed prayer. ❛ you’re not listening to what i’m trying to say, that DAY--- ❜ it holds meaning, enough not to need any clarification. it’s INSTINCT to reach--- silhouettes of memories dance in the shadows & the faint light cast from dark skies above paints them blue & silver; wanting more than anything to touch cheekbones, graze his thumb against ruddy skin, he still finds the strength to suppress that urge. ❛ i waited for you. ❜ how could SHE think he’s leave without saying goodbye? how could HE think she wouldn’t show up for at least one last kiss? it’s the TRAGEDY of them, the inability to trust themselves.

#insatixble #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )

✞ make it sinful pls

✘ — meme.

send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.

he STRIDES nonchalantly, but there’s a sovereignty to his overwhelming presence, undoubtedly build out of years & years of privilege, commodities. ❛ what? you didn’t really think i’d burst into flames, did you, love? ❜ looming over like a demon creeping off midnight shadows, ready to engulf her & spit back the bones, cyan irises gleam with insidious thoughts. hands like HOOKS abruptly reel her in back into the trap of his treacherous embrace; demeanor so playful, one might’ve thought they were utterly alone in the universe— this WORLD belongs to them & them alone. remorse & guilt are but foreign words, meaningless terms forgotten soon as cold lips make contact, savoring flushed skin & exploring the trail along her collarbone. ❛ just close your eyes… ❜ scorching kisses imprint across porcelain flesh, deep blooms of purple & red painting his delicate canvas. ❛ why cling to RELIGION when you have me? ❜ venom drips from UNHOLY lips with each syllable, teeth grazing ever so lightly over her ear lobe; determined to explore her every untouched crevice, to quench his craving of her & her alone before it would consume him. ❛ don’t i ALWAYS respond to your prayers? ❜ even with sharp CANINES nibbling her jugular & claws pressed at her abdomen showing no inclination towards releasing the doe from his grip, he makes a note of how to touch her; gentle, slow, reverent.

#nicmis #ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵍᵍᵉʳ ᶠᶫᵒᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ⋅ ( MEMES )#nsfw #u asked for this bruuuuuuh

rresilicnt.

° ✧ ♕ plump lips press together at his greeting in d i s t a s t e. anyone remotely identifying with matthew made her CAUTIOUS. made her question. his compliments smooth over her skin causing brow to raise in INTEREST despite her wish to flee. ‘ ENOUGH sébastien. ’ alessia breaths, drawing her hand back from his swift kiss to allow it to rest at her side. ‘ i suppose. FOR A GOOD REASON, of course. ’ she muses chin lifting as posture straightens. her lean form is stiff. already knowing he would come with news or simply to bother her— OR WORSE with a message from matthew. ‘ how can i help you today MR.FONTAINE? ’

t h e a t r i c s is that ALL lurking beneath pale midnight eyes & raven feathers framing marble features. she escapes, like grains of warm sand between slender fingers, or a fleeting summer breeze caressing your torpid skin after a harsh winter; it’s her ALLURE, & he respects it, in a way. though the longing remains, wondering what’s beyond the castle walls, of the thorns plaguing the soil of a garden overtaken by wilderness. ❛ you WOUND me... ❜ he retreats, a hand pressed to his chest in dramatization; reconstructing his poise by pieces. ❛ as usual, you are correct. ❜ he almost seems mournful, displeased, at the very least--- but not quite regretful. ❛ nothing personal, of course--- if it was up to me matthew would be rotting in a cell, or chopped up to pieces & dumped in the nearest trashcan... but alas, my hands are TIED. debts need to be paid, personal feelings aside. ❜ a pause. ❛ once they are, however... there are ways around it--- i’m sure you’ve thought about, yes? ❜

#rresilicnt #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#-squishes face-#ur icons are so pretty stop

@rresilicnt

❛ ma chérie, you look STUNNING!--- i always did say time bends to women like you. it is a delight to see you again... it’s truly been ages, hasn’t it? ❜

#rresilicnt #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#u ask for my trash children #and i shall deliver

@jfcxfelicity

❛ here, it’s COLD--- have my coat... what? i’m not a complete degenerate. ❜

#jfcxfelicity #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#closed.

@maevemorrison

❛ it’s still... morning i think, MAEVE--- i’m still sleeping... what’s it with you? you haven’t stopped to exhale yet, breathe. ❜

#maevemorrison #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#closed.#when he's basically her spoiled child...

since the event is over & i’m only keeping a few threads ( and replying to memes... sigh. im so late ), like this if you want a starter from satan and i’ll try to make character specific ( i might im u if we havent plotted ) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢᶦᶰᶰᵉʳ﹔ ᶜᵃᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢᵃᶦᶰᵗ⋅ ( OOC )

nicmis.

her resistance is spent –– she has never been religious, but she finds god in his touch, whispers prayers against his skin. forgive me father, for i have sinned. he calls her the sun and mirthless laughter slips past pale pink lips. he thinks she is the sun because she is radiant; she knows better. she is the sun because she burns for him, her skin lighting up to map the trail he leaves on her body. ❝ not you. ❞ he’s barely touching her but she’s already in ruins, his careful hand sifting through her pieces, to try and remake her again. ❝ you could never be hideous. ❞ not on the outside, she doesn’t say. she hasn’t decided if golden ichor or maggots will spill if he’s cut open. she decides it doesn’t matter. she reaches for him because she is touch-starved and he is so close but not close enough, hands tracing the harsh lines of his face. ❝ you are so handsome. ❞ her hands shake; gently, gently, gently, she pulls him close, their lips just barely pressing before she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. inhale, exhale. ❝ you are so handsome it hurts me. ❞ her eyes are closed and maybe she’s crying, but she can’t stop now, she won’t stop. forgive me father, for i will sin.

the very tip of his fingernails graze over porcelain flesh, careless & ill-intentioned; for the DEVIL lurks beneath closed lids & demons are veiled in ethereal beauty. PLUCKING her wings, his touch is anything but rough--- consuming, tender, loving. DESIRE burns everlasting & lust cripples the mind of helpless lovers; her feminine curves are draped obstacles, he PEELS each layer with delicacy, holding her body to his as if the floor would crumble with her departure. thumb TRAVELING across her collarbone, sliding the sleeves off to unravel his prize in a state of permanent AWE, as it so reveals the feminine slope of tensed shoulder. INQUISITIVENESS fueling the growing want inside those hollow skeletons, all intertwined & full of ash. ❛ no, i’d never want HURT you... ❜ promises. promises. lies. too SWEET, so you swallow them to taste the NECTAR dripping from urging lips, honey & milk on her flesh, holy water & rose petals on her tongue. ❛ it would be a SIN to do anything but love you... mercilessly... unconditionally... ❜ what an odd concept -- paradise? he’d discovered heaven in the curves of her ballerina silhouette & taste of her milky flesh, in the tantalizing breaths pained lungs would release just for him & those wavy curls of golden cascading in thick, luxurious tresses down her back. his tall frame BECKONS, bewitched by this tiny little blood angel; pressing her against the door, he DISTANCES their lips in a sudden motion to swirl her easily maneuvered body, lacing his arms across her waistline from behind like hungry leeches. ( his--- she was HIS. all of her. ) erratic heartbeats beg for mercy ! palms SMOOTH down between quivering thighs & work to uncover this work of art; knees bend to rest against the hardwood floor, mouth leaving behind a trail of heated kisses in its wake to quell her thoughts, INTOXICATED by her very presence & performing on basic instinct.

#nicmis #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#nsfw #im tagging just in case #tbh im d e ad b YE U2 #I QUIT #2much sin

insatixble.

the small blonde had wandered a little too far away from the path & has managed to get herself completely lost. she gets chills thinking about the others having to send a search party out for her too. she hears a branch crack behind her & she WHIPS around with her flashlight, stumbling backward as she tries to look through the dark forest with the dim beam of light. her breath is heavy & short, her heart pounding in her ears as she fears that something wicked is going to creep out of the trees & DEVOUR her whole. it’s freezing, it’s dark & she’s alone in the woods ; it’s the beginning of that scene in a slasher movie where the blonde runs from the killer & TRIPS suddenly over nothing & gets killed. a shriek followed by another, her own, as she bumps into something — someone. “ jesus chri—sébastien ? oh, okay, great, excellent. absolutely fucking PERFECT ! of course it’s you ! fuck you too, universe ! ”

they’re alone & what goes unspoken between syllables SWALLOWS them up leaving ghosts & empty echoes of EXPIRED promises & tales of what could’ve been. too many if’s, too many why’s. too much TIME & still, she remains the shattered reflection of youth, frozen; pale maps along her flesh & lush lips chapped from the cold, BRUISED bones & saddened eyelids. fingers wrap instinctively around careless wrists, black dusk glittering behind pools of azure, unflinching. ❛ when i said i wanted to meet ALONE--- ❜ & there is a gracefully taunt that coats his flesh & tongue, fingers roaming like starved leeches across its favorite canvas. ❛ that’s not quite what i had in mind. ❜ serpents coil inside damaged lungs, slithering through the gaps of his bones & filling him with deadly poison, but for all it meets the eye he’s docile with the object of his affection. ❛ you shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous. ❜ he leans close towards her, citrusy notes to his scent & voice hushed; being SOFT goes against his nature, he’s forged from iron & raven feathers, yet with each breath he tries. ❛ we need to speak, mon coeur. --- come with me? ❜

#insatixble #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#fight me

@insatixble

❛ u g h... ❜ just how much EASIER would it be too hire a second-party to do this? sure he didn’t want the petite girl to get hurt but--- just how much help was he in a place covered in moss & vines? GROSS. submerged into the depths of thick darkness, evergreens turn ebony, stars cloaked by tall trees, his black soles sink into the SOFT snow paving the soil. thumb aggressively sliding back & forth over the SWITCH of his flashlight. ❛ nom de dieu... ❜ & so silence REIGNS, proud, engulfing as the tall moon bleeding across void skies. no stars, no flashlight--- nothing but meager moonlight illuminating the trail ahead, barely enough for one not to feel utterly blind. ---that’s when he feels something HARD bump against his back, stumbling back a few steps with a muffled shriek on cue. ❛ for fuck’s-- ❜

#insatixble #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#closed.#R U HAPPy #did i ever mentioned he loathes the woods #bc he loathes the woods.

samliveshere.

“Considering I’ve been living alone for years, it doesn’t scare me. Besides, there are three other people in the cabin. I have my own room, not my own cabin. I was making a joke that went right over your head apparently.”

“I may have picked up fresh strawberries for myself. They are my favorite. You’ll have to be very convincing if you want me to share.”

❛ does ANYTHING? spiders? being eaten alive by a pack of models? ---i’d totally sympathize with the last one. ❜ he leans back against the old oak, mirrored stars drowning in a pool of cyan blue, shimmering like diamonds washed ashore. lying onto the soft evergreen blanket of grass, he OUTSTRETCHES sore limbs, flexing his jaw & cheeks to exhale a puff of white smoke through the corners of his mouth. ❛ you’ll have to forgive me for not laughing at your jokes right now, ma chérie, i’m not truly at my BEST. ❜

❛ we are here, alone... stargazing... should you really be asking me to be PERSUASIVE? haven’t you heard what they say about french men? ❜

#samliveshere #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )

samliveshere.

“Wow, you got real personal there. I don’t know if I feel comfortable answering that.”

“It’s just me in my room. You’re going to have to go into town like everyone else if you want food.”

❛ i’m a true INTELLECTUAL at heart. ❜

❛ just you? aren’t you SCARED to spend the night there, all alone? you never know when Sasquatch will decide to pay a visit... invite me in & feed me grapes; is that too much to ask? ❜

#samliveshere #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )

samliveshere.

“Are you? Am I? I don’t know. Ask away.”

❛ stop returning my QUESTIONS, it’s making me dizzy. do you--- have anything, anything at all to eat that hasn’t been touched by anyone else? because my room is... not a good place right now. i miss my cook... ❜

#samliveshere #ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵘᵖᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖᶫᵃʸᵉʳ⋅ ( THREAD )#HOW IS THAT A PERSONAL QUESTION U DWEEBO

samliveshere.

“Yeah. You are far too nice to me. I don’t know why.”