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i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.
FLASH GIVEAWAY
im not done w some of the other giveaway prizes but none of them are themes and i want to make themes tonight so !!!!
this ends in a couple hours ! probably whenever i get done with whatever themes im currently making
ill be picking 1-3 winners depending on how many i want to do
reblogs only !!!
mbf me !!!
and i might be working on other theme prizes after this
examples: x x x x
you---
( there’s more to the sentence that they want to say, but are having a hard time articulating their strange observations. so they just: )
you.
their scrubs have blood on them, speckled across the hem and up their side, but at least this time it’s from actually saving someone. they peel their rubber gloves off, one snap at a time. “do we have an appointment.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” Now they’re getting antsy. Who the hell decides being like this to Death is a good idea? “You first.”
they don’t get territorial. they don’t. there’s not much left for them to get territorial about. but this is their face. their favourite face. the one they like to use because of its past, its demeanor, its angry eyebrows. this isn’t fair. “no.”
abrubtly, she sits up. though, not to move away from them. instead, she slips into their lap. like a cat, nuzzling her nose into their neck. she feels small, there. but it’s a good kind of small. she’s never wanted to feel big. just important. ❛ don’t. i don’t want ya to hurt anybody because of me. ❜
they always liked feeling big. their choice of body was brawny, muscled. looking like it could crush anybody with their piny finger. they liked looking dangerous without having to out that much effort into it.but on top of that they like not being the one in control - always getting some sort of perverse pleasure from the big guy getting pushed around by someone smaller, someone tiny. even now they don’t take charge. ❛ if you say so. ❜ they leave it open, though. if you say so... but i think... but it would be much better if... but you should really let me...
climbing the walls, chasing the marks on our skin.
gif credit to upprivet.
I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.
Terry Moore (via malachimavet)
“My finger? You are seriously jumping the gun here. You’re meant to do that then freak out a little, come on, play along.”
“i’m tired. take it off.” or they’ll have to and they’re so wiped out right now they won’t even get to enjoy it. “finger, then your face.”
“Pull my finger.” Not advisable.
“---...” deep breath after deep, agonising breath. getting too angry would not be advisable. “take it off.”
a sigh, shaky and loud as she’s tempted to tell them about her boyfriend’s true nature, but forces herself to hold it back. best case scenario: they’re another supernatural being of some sort who won’t think she’s crazy for claiming that her boyfriend is a werewolf, but she can’t risk it. mio’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of their fingers through her hair. her own hand moves over their arm. ❛ you wouldn’t believe me. ❜
❛ i would. ❜ their arm muscles quiver at her touch, fingers stopping momentarily on their journey through her hair. soft caresses are rare. a gift to be savoured. a treasure to constantly seek. and though they may not deserve such longing touches, they covet them anyway. ❛ i will. ❜
“Gnarly name. Sinead.. sounds like trouble. Are you two married now or something?” She’s got a ton of questions lined up already for some apparent reason.
“No.” Their lips curl up in disgust. “She married someone else.” And they married some pretty brunette they’d really rather not have to see again. “A guitar player.”
He likes the colour. That being said, maybe people don’t like coloured plants? Maybe they don’t like plants at all! This one doesn’t. It’s confusing. The sprites liked the colourful ones. That’s all he can think about, really. Can’t even think to string together words.
They roll their eyes in what would be disgust if they weren’t too bored already to fully commit. For a brief moment, they consider killing the druid - had always had a lot of fun doing so in the past - but find that in place of bloodlust is a lack of anything at all. Their shoulders slump, ruining their usually impeccable posture. “Sort it out,” they bark.
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He sits up pretty fast at those words. “Not these ones?” Because he can change them. Not, like, immediately but he can change them.
“Not any.” Where’s the frost tipped lavender? The blood soaked weeds? The fog descending from the heavens to provide a backdrop to the ongoing battles? Bring back the good old days when people were taught about blood and carnage from a young age. “Too much colour.”