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@shrapnelsong
“A witch is just a girl who knows her mind.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams
strange omens gather at the end of the street
“But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Ruth Awad, "The Chariot"
“don’t go where i can’t follow” is literally the most romantic thing anyone has ever said. it’s like. i’ll let you bring me anywhere—far from home, far from the places and people i love, so long as you stay with me. i’ll let you walk into danger and through hell, but i will not let you go where i can’t go with you. that is where i draw the line.
ancient greek cicada epithets
ἀναιμόσαρκος (anaimosarkos), with bloodless flesh
ἡλιομανής (hēliomanēs), sun-mad, mad for love of the sun
μελεσίπτερος (melesipteros), singing with its wings
ἠχέτης (ēchetēs), clear-sounding, musical, shrill; chirping
λακέτας (laketas), chirper
λιγυπτέρυγος (ligupterugos), chirping with the wings
μεσημβρινός (mesēmbrinos), belonging to noon
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Rafael Guillén, tr. by Sandy McKinney, from I’m Speaking; “I Hardly Remember”
[Text ID: “I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you / floats in some remote current of my blood. / I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge / like one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.”]
☾ intimacy action prompts.
some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.
[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.
[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.
[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.
[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.
[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.
[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.
[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.
[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.
[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.
[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.
[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.
[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.
[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.
[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.
[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.
[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.
[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.
[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.
[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.
[stay.] sender plays with receiver's hair while being cockwarmed by them.
"Mm, y'need somethin'?"
Connor's smoke break is interrupted as he looks over at the woman who seems to be trying to get his attention. The night air is cooling, and he can hear the dull sound of the music from inside of the bar.
"I'd offer for ya t'come in, but this is th'back area of th'bar. Employees only."
@shrapnelsong liked for a starter!
It's the scent that catches her attention, draws her in like a moth to a flame down an alley she normally wouldn't enter.
She follows it to find a man, and as soon as she lays eyes on him, Alice knows it in her heart that they're similar, somehow. She can't quite put her finger on it, but something about him resonates deep inside her. And she can tell by the way the magic in her own muddied bloodline sings and echoes in his presence that whatever runs in his veins is powerful. He smells like home. Not England, not Japan, but a home she's never been to.
For a moment, the verdant green of her eyes gleams like the canopies of trees in spring. "I think I took a wrong turn." She admits with a sheepish smile. "But a drink would be nice. Which way is better to get to the front door from here?"
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He laughed, as softly as he could to not risk waking anyone else. After setting aside the spatula he was drying off, Satoru leaned over the counter, on the tiny section that happened to be clear of carbs.
“Fufu… How much do you think should I charge? I’ll let ya take as much as you want this time~” No matter how often he’d joke about selling bread, he never really got around to actually doing it. And realistically, he knew he wouldn’t EVER get around to it.
As Alice picked up one roll, he fell uncharacteristically silent. Orange eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim light as he observed her.. “So? Why are you up this late? You’re usually good about sleep.”
A tiny, childish gasp full of glee escaped her at being given free pickings of handmade 2 am snacks (the most delicious kind), and Alice immediately picked one and took a bite of it. "Mmmph~" Humming at the soft, warm, buttery treat. "I would pay Tokyo prices for them."
But for a second, a chill barely tickled its way down her spine at the uncharacteristic silence that suddenly befell the cheery man. She could count the number of times she'd seen the color of Satoru's eyes in one hand and still have fingers left, and despite how beautiful they were, she could never quite get used to the pressure that came with his undeniable attention.
"I had a bad dream..." A truthful answer she might not have fully divulged if his gaze wasn't on her. Grabbing a bowl from one of the cabinets, Alice picked a handful of rolls along the final row for herself and threw the question back."You?"