[skarredlet]

im soooo so so so sore from having to carry all that shit but i’ve finally arrived in my dorm yay

[plasticblisss]

[buzzkillbyrne]

if she’s your girl why is she decomposing in a field with me

[spiridakos]

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[bluelonelyshadow-deactivated202]

😂😂😂

[skarredlet]

dropping in to say what a ray of sunshine you are and that i hope you’re having a lovely day !

thank you love <3

[vuittonv]

me

[giflizgillies]

[armie-hammer]

[plasticblisss]

[writersblockbecomesunblocked]

How The Different Types of Blood Would Taste 🔪(Vampire Writing Prompt)

•Blood Type A+/A- An intense, strong, woody flavor with notes of cinnamon

•Blood Type B+/B- Delicate and lingering, with hints of jasmine and vanilla

•Blood Type O+ Most common, Raspberries and strawberries

•Blood Type O- Very rare, has the best and strongest flavor, Nutmeg and blood orange

•Blood Type AB+ Bold and acidic with a faint taste of black liquorish

•Blood Type AB- Smooth and sweet, honey and sugar

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[tank-girll-deactivated20191211]

@thorn-walker

[selinakylebat]

[skarredlet]

hxttrick replied to your post:

(lmao only skarlet would) "Don't tell me you're jealous of a flower." He couldn't help but chuckle, as strange as it was. "It's the meaning behind it that should count, and it means deep love; it reminded me of you."

“Deep love?” she repeats, tries to keep her tone confident. And yet, the crimson painting her skin betrays her true feelings. “This is quite the confession.” No longer does she keep the flower close to herself. Instead, she leans towards him and places it upon his shoulder. “I feel the same way.” 

[skarredlet]

Puts a dark red carnation flower in Skarlet's hair before kissing her forehead.

@hxttrick

There’s surprise drawn upon pale features at first glance; the mage glances up to her lover, dark brows raised in slight question albeit warm eyes are narrowed down into a smile that isn’t present on her lips. She can’t help but reach for the flower with one hand, fingers gently running through the soft petals– cautious, careful, as if they’re made out of glass, as if they’d break underneath her touch. Then there’s a kiss; eyes finally widen, a faint flush spreads across the woman’s cheeks. 

“Tell me,” she says after collecting herself, “who is more beautiful.” Hand now slowly removes the flower entangled in crimson locks. “This flower… or me.” 

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