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Oh, wanderess… when did you feel your most euphoric kiss ? was I the source of your greatest bliss ? biblical lore inspired canon adam from adam and eve, placed in the caos fandom. written by meza ( she/her 20+ ) template/edit by me, psd by kingsleigh.
spreading love to you from the north pole! you are a wonderful writer a beautiful person on my dash, and an important member of the rpc. remember that you are loved!!
<3 i’ve been so busy getting ready for my move date and lasdkjf im just now getting the chance to check tmblr. thank you!
“ you got some blood, right there ” a few seconds of kindness is ruined when one gentle touch to remove blood from travis’ face, turns into pushing the man six feet out of raw anger. “ next time, don’t pull people apart where there’s fucking cameras. that cost me half a mil and a few favors to make them shut up. ” @iiimpulse
witcher meme accepting. @diiavola asked: “ I can’t be caught by him. ”
“ then .. don’t, right? it’s that easy. ” with arms crossed, the tall slender man dressed in black leans against a messy bookshelf. surely he could give a few pointers in evading your enemy, but it’s more entertaining to watch the human mind tick under fire from stress.
hocus pocus meme. @missmontgomeryy asked: ‘ hang him on a hook and let me play with him! ’
“ it’s too early to be that morbid, babe. let me have some coffee first and ” and what? he runs on illimitable anger, a devil constantly hungry for blood & vengeance; foods the last thing on his mind at this witching hour. but ethan smiles, leans in for a kiss & bites down on madison’s lip.
☾* i’m working on drafts today. feel free to ask for shit bc why tf not ;)
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE WITCHER / 1.02 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“If I tell you now, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
“You’re a very, very naughty boy.”
“Roses are cliche.”
“Daisies are cheap.”
“I can still kiss you, right?”
“You been spying on us, you creep?”
“Your own family doesn’t even want you.”
“Am I dead? How did I get here?”
“Looks to me like you portalled in.”
“Your backhand is even more impressive than your magic.”
“Look, you can trust me.”
“You can’t let them have her.”
“The woman’s a witch, you know what they’ll do.”
“Uh, no thank you. I don’t eat rat.”
“I haven’t spoken to anybody in three days.”
“I guess I’m on the run.”
“I’m supposed to be going towards someone, but instead I’m running from someone else.”
“I don’t know what he wants from me.”
“I can’t be caught by him.”
“Abort yourself!”
“I’m so glad I could bring you all together like this.”
“Sit down and shut up.”
“I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.”
“I’m here to drink alone.”
“No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance, except for you.”
“You don’t have to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.”
“White hair, big old loner, two very scary-looking swords.”
“I’ve no doubt you’ll come through.”
“You take no prisoners, so I hear.”
“I won’t be but silent back-up.”
“Maybe real adventures would make better stories.”
“You, sir, smell chock-full of better stories, amongst other things.”
“Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny, heroics and heartbreak.”
“Do you know how many people wouldn’t blink if you died?”
“You should’ve let me die.”
“You weren’t taking control. You were losing it.”
“I sense your terror, and you are right to be afraid.”
“Chaos is the most dangerous thing in this world.”
“Chaos is all around us all the time, volatile and powerful.”
“Just because you are conduits of chaos does not mean that you care capable of magic.”
“Magic is organizing chaos, and while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduce that this requires two things: balance and control.”
“Without balance and control, chaos will kill you.”
“There is no conjuring something from nothing.”
“Sometimes a flower is just a flower and the best thing it can do for us is to die.”
“May she rot in hell.”
“Every day, I make sure his death’s not in vain.”
“He died fighting to defend that wretched bitch and her wretched family.”
“Reading between the lines and the gut punches, chum, I’d say you have got a bit of an image problem.”
“There I go again, just delivering exposition.”
“What are we looking for again?”
“We’re looking for blessed silence.”
“Yeah, I don’t really go in for silence.”
“Have you ever hunted a devil before?”
“Devils don’t exist.”
“Sometimes there’s monsters, sometimes there’s money, but rarely both.”
“What happened to you, your mother fuck a goat?”
“You’re a dick, with balls.”
“Did your mother fuck a snowman?”
“You are intelligent, I’ll give you that.”
“Seek to understand your partner’s greatest fears.”
“You struggle to perform even the simplest physical tasks.”
“Your worst fear makes such sense.”
“Even if you were a beauty, still no one would love you.”
“I’ve been here for weeks and can barely do shit.”
“He had a phobia of cheese.”
“I want to be good, good at something.”
“Are these the things you love?”
“These are the things I thought you would love.”
“My parents died when I was a baby.”
“What you did was pathetic and dangerous.”
“It felt pretty powerful to me.”
“There are mages like her who ignore their emotions, and then there are mages like us who are consumed by them.”
“It is your job to control chaos, not become it.”
“If I send you to advise a king, and your precious little feelings get hurt when he won’t listen, and you submit to chaos, he dies and his people turn on us.”
“You lie, you keep secrets, you succumb to emotion, to weakness.”
“Do you really have what it takes?”
“This is the part where we escape.”
“This is the part where they kill us.”
“You don’t deserve the air you breathe.”
“Everything you touch, you destroy.”
“You beat a bound man, too scared to even look him in the eye?”
“Does it live up to the tales you humans tell?”
“Do you know anyone that would choose to leave their home?”
“No matter what you choose, you’ll come out bloody and hating yourself.”
“As long as you understand that it won’t be long before you follow me in death.”
“Humans just adapted better.”
“You’re cutting off your ear to spite your face.”
“You think this is about pride?”
“I don’t wish to bury anyone else.”
“Show them that you are more than what they fear you to be.”
“If you must kill me I am ready.”
“We’ll never see each other again.”
“My worst fear is true, I’m still not enough.”
“Rewriting history with the stories we tell, the songs we sing about our own triumphs, it’s what we do.”
“No one could ever love me.”
“You must be able to give me something.”
“You stupid little shit.”
“You turned my friend into a slug.”
“I took away her control, but she still has power.”
“Credit where credit is due.”
“The whole reverse-psychology thing you did on them was brilliant, by the way.”
“This is where we part ways, for good.”
“That’s not how it happened.”
“Where’s your newfound respect?”
“Respect doesn’t make history.”
campbitch:
Oh, good fucking god. Jackie wanted to laugh, and that was obvious from how her lips quirked up on either side and a specific kind of mischievous TWINKLE entered her dark gaze as she looked up at him. A grown-ass fucking man, and he was talking like a teenager going through his emo phase in high school. It was so difficult for her to keep herself together that it nearly HURT. But, as far as she was concerned, Jackie couldn’t really be blamed. Wouldn’t anyone find that funny? Of course they would…, “ Okay, edgelord. ”
“ you can shove your neon trend down your throat, okay? okay. ” the scrunchies, fishnets, and whatever the fuck else the 80s wanted to douse in bright colors, ethan mocked. this was the time to obsess over rock bands and extreme bed head, all in which he had no interest in. somewhere behind ethan was his sister, hiding her face betwixt fingers to shield embarrassment due to her brother’s rude nature.
missmontgomeryy:
“ the devil and i have some catching up to do then, don’t we? ” madison’s own empty heart, sticky with black tar and empty inside, longing to feel something, anything to replace this ugly sick feeling. how desperately her heart beats when she sees this… it’s a god damn shrine, honestly. cordelia will be pissed, but… who fucking cares? dinah, kyle, those ugly fucking frat guys, her own mother… strung up like fucking ornaments. she might cry, to be honest. turns back to face him with her jaw still dropped. “ you… did this for me? ” don’t get ahead of yourself, girl, don’t go falling in love just yet. “ shut up. you did this for me. seriously? ” wouldn’t a normal girl run in terror? wouldn’t someone normal feel bile rising rather than lust? guy did his fucking research, especially seeing kyle’s hands wrapped around his own jaggedly cut throat. “ merry fucking christmas. ”
“ i figured you’d like this. ” shoulders roll as hands quickly tuck themselves into pockets of fitted sweats. this was his time of the year, time to oppose the one holy figure that gains so much recognition despite burning anyone who got too close. ethan swallows hard, trying to push down this devil from gaining too much control of his mind & body. ethan wasn’t marked like the failed attempts of a antichrist, simply because he wasn’t a son of satan, he had satan in him. & his poor sister, still trying her best to find a way to lure the unholy terror from his body still weeps knowing the outcome of fighting this infestation. “ a queen deserves to see her enemies dominated chopped up and mocked for all eternity.. don’t you think? ” his deep voice booms, whereas the shadows of hell vibrate the house that was meant to ward anything & everything away from harm.
missmontgomeryy:
cute, bloody - and he knows how to compliment a girl. can’t help the flush that climbs up her cheeks. he knows what she wants to hear and almost wonders if he’s the one with superpowers and not her. “ netflix and chill? ” she has to laugh, light giggle but then he’s walking towards her and any air of a joke is lost to her. bright green eyes that glance up to look at him, sweeping lashes and letting her head fall back because he’s just. so. tall. madison can’t help it, raises that pretty hand to smear some of that blood across his cheek. this is dangerous. and stupid. which is exactly why she’s gonna do it. “you really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?”
is it really sweet talking when all your heart wants is to devour the last bit of innocence that clings to her soul? not exactly. “ i do.. but, it’s even easier when the woman i’m talking to is hot as fuck. ” points are lost for sweet talking the moment he opened his mouth and spoke words of ruthlessness. he was just friends with this starlet, the apple of his eye in which emotions remain locked with no signs of relenting. “ ask any of your witch bitches they all know i don’t play nice. ”
honeyglaze:
HE PULLS SONGS FROM HER LIPS WITH EASE, CONDUCTING MELODIES ONLY TO drown them within the amplified beat of the club – rhythm that had once urged her hips every roll now the inspiration behind his thrusts – powerful, perfect – rubbing concealed erection against the soft curvature of her own arousal, hot and dampening the very cloth she wears.
lips part for a gasp as fingers wrap around her throat, keeping golden form still as hips work up against her heat, already throbbing for more. she could feel silken threads of cum begin to pool between her thighs, already teasing his cock, urging him past the barrier of her garment as hips ride along every thrust. breath begins to catch, the strength of his grasp stealing the very breath from her lips – that was, until his hand fell and calloused fingertips linger upon her breast, heart (accelerated by the heat of passion) drumming against his palm. he teases of an easy resolution – BREAKING THE RULES… teeth dig into the soft of her bottom lip, chewing in thought despite the fact that mind was already made. hands fall to rest upon his fingers, a careful squeeze a quiet response to his request – that was until lips fell to his neck, brushing softly against his neck, up and up ‘til labored caressed his ear. ❛ fuck me, then. ❜ she demands, offering yet another encouraging squeeze to his grasp, teeth nipping at a tender lobe. ❛ right now – right here. ❜
exactly right here. all eyes on the ring leader of this showcase of euphoric impulse. hands leave her body to grip each arm rest to watch as buttons break to unleash this arousal that she plotted. deviance always turned ethan on, and the devil? he lived to plague everyone soul with one of seven deadly sins. to lead her farthest from god, to devour every inch of her mind, body and soul is the dark lord’s heaven.
materials can no longer conceal the erection, leaving him exposed to every pair of eyes that dare come too close. but he’s at a high, sitting on this throne, with her eager to mount this body for pleasures sake. red swollen lips make contact with tousled hair around hera’s ear to whisper; heavy & hot breaths stitch deep toned words, “ take it, push my cock deep inside you let your body feel the numbness until you can’t bare my heat. ” hips move in a rocking motion, enticing her decisions with the help of a devilish glare. at his sides, the devil’s power extends to the bodies all around, influencing their free will to mimic their own. there’s no screaming in this circle, only endless moans - and they echo within his mind.
crainharris:
* mouth agape , though only for a mere moment. eyebrows thread together and just as fast , she shakes her head. with the woman’s gaze locked on the other, lips part to speak. ❝ I don’t want your money. ❞ she is thankful that tone is stern and does not threaten to break. — hands do not shake, nor does her voice. wants to ask which brother? but Shirley knows well enough that the male means Steve.
* the very thought of the house makes her feel dizzy. ❝ Why do you even want the house? ❞ 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 , 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. while brunette sits in the chair at her desk, she stands up in a quick passing second. ❝ I assume you’ve read my brother’s book. ❞ laugh exits throat, though it is far from happy.
skipping around the topic carefully, grey blue eyes pan around the room to find topics of interest, perhaps a small window of detail to aid his digging for information. “ hmmm? personally, his books are a bit dry. i prefer stephen king. ” newly printed cash catch a break of winter sun rays, beaming from a window nearest to her desk. positioning himself was a matter of strategy, gloves covered the hand that took a streak of dust from a f o r g o t t e n surface.
“ everyone wants money. no one admits it up front . . . it really does solve a lot of problems is this a blueprint of some sort? remodeling the business? such a costly endeavor.. ” on it’s own table, sits a small constructed model of architecture.
missmontgomeryy:
“ it wasn’t nice to me, either. ” she’d already died far too many times for her liking and if anyone would have something to say about it it’d be the devil. brought back before they’d even had the thought to harm her. protected by h e l l f i r e. does as she’s told and climbs into his lap with a pout, pretty lips pressing against his. “ who said anything about being dramatic? throat slit , strangled , head literally blown to a million pieces… i don’t like dying. it’s really no fun. ”
his jaw opens up wide enough to hear the bone pop; a rare side effect of this man genuinely smiling ear to ear. it’s damage from one too many fights, alleyways & bars. the mortal portion of ethan is prime entertainment for a descendant of god’s inner circle. lucifer, satan, the dark lord he goes by many names. his body burns once aroused; this blonde woman fit to reign whatever hell may arise, takes her seat on his lap. “ dare i ask who you pissed off to get that kind of torture? ” a finger sorts misplaced strands of hair behind madison’s ear, whereas he listens carefully on who to condemn to endless pain for harming miss montgomery. “ kiss me again. ” the horror demands, as teeth sink into a swollen bottom lip.
standing in salem, snow at the stitching of heavy boots, is a man careful to not wake every witch that lie six feet under. “ i could resurrect them. well it could. ” @hexitage ♡‘d for a starter.
