#ardorinterior

[vocxlizer-blog]

"Oh I know lots of things. . . ."

“And by that you’re talking about… what exactly?” The shorter redhead was unsure of why, but somehow this guy seemed familiar. And no, not because they’re both redheads and they’re both apparently very deeply into liking the color red. No, it’s more like the kind of feeling you get when you meet someone you’ve never meet before but you feel like you two may know each other from somewhere else. You know?

[thesophisticatedbartender]

coffee

It's late and my muse is still up working late on a project. Send me "coffee" for my muse's reaction to bringing them a cup of coffee

The woman yawned a small bit, typing away at her laptop as she sat at one of the tables. She had already closed up Homura and everyone left, it just being here there. But, it was nice. No one there to bother her, and she could finally get her work done in peace and quiet without interruptions. 

Just about to get up to get herself some coffee to stay awake so that she could finish her work, she heard someone approaching her, seeing Mikoto she raised an eyebrow a small bit, but seeing him with a cup of coffee made her smile. 

“Thank you, Mikoto. But, what are you doing up?”

[mxskvich]

♦ !!!

“Well.. Considering I haven’t spoken to you at all before.. Stranger.”

[flouxish-blog]

❤ ?

what my muse will do with yours!

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Dates;

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No | DependsHave children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No

[birbmask-blog]

ardorinterior​

          S C A R S .

         ⌠         ♚   ⌡

HE WAS DEFILED                         UNPURE                                 A MISTAKE HAPPENED TO MAN .                   For the lashes of pouring phologistion ,                   an acid of FIRE that a c h e d & d e v o u r e d              what they could from him ,                        had became VOLATILE & BYZANTINE                   to ensnare his flesh with liters of charring saliva of their tongues      and the capitulating hisses they would remark                once his irascibility DWELLED into their balters ;            interjecting with a clamor of abrading snark .               && yes , perhaps the aura had punctuated it’s enervation          with lethargic spurs and drawling burns                along his arms & hands                          that it even t r o u b l e d he to see calloused palms          stained in scarrings from such ponderous lashes .              But when she sought out his knitted brows,                 his inclination to drown his hand back within his pocket once more ,      he actually tensed as a frail pigment intercepted the mayhem with quiescence.                                All until his wrist had she slowly traced                   and , by a breadth , smiled fondly of what a DISASTER could be ;    elucidating in their reticence that he mustn’t forget of what they both were   & how s t a i n s were merely badges to try again ,              to try harder .                                    Perhaps it had been enough to pronounce his somnolence of a predator ,    & indiscreet thoughts of never acquiescing the Santelmo’s vituperative HUNGER beyond the barrier that was himself .

          She tries her best not to present herself as one who is curious about the flame bit skin - feeling it would lead to an awkward atmosphere if she pretends to notice and inquire upon the tales which brought upon such marks on his skin. But when almond eyes meet upon golden irises she knows that there is no escape from the topic.

          He tries to hide the memories, he tries to hide the remnants of a silent war as if it was something to be ashamed of. She won’t let him. She won’t let him feel that way either, small digits instinctively grabbing upon the other’s larger hands to hold them still. Slowly she traces upon them, carefully as if she was drawing them herself and inking them into his skin. Light so not to place pressure upon sensitive skin but just enough so that her presence will be known. A soft smile lights itself upon her lips after her drawing comes to an end and she pauses briefly.

❛ I think they’re beautiful. ❜

          Voice is soft and quiet, yet honesty flows through her words, genuine are her thoughts which nestle in her mind.

❛ You are a lot braver than I am. They tell me that you are a lot stronger than I am both physically and mentally. ❜

[windywriter]

≑ ?

~≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body~

                                   【—✿╭⊰梅⊱╮✿—】

                       Her eyes fluttering open, Noriko was met with a band of strangers staring down at her as she laid in, what she guessed was an alleyway. ‘How did I get here?’ she thought sitting up slowly. However, her attempt at movement was quickly countered when one of the stranger’s feet bashed into her stomach, sending her back to the ground. 

                          “Don’t even think about getting up Suoh.” they growled grinding their foot into her stomach.

                          “S-Suoh?” she rasped out, who was Suoh? “I-I’m not Suoh.” she replied trying to sit up again only to be met with another quick kick to the gut. 

                           “Don’t be cute with me! You still owe me for that bruise you gave me yesterday you punk!” the other snapped, gesturing towards the purple splotch that decorated their face. 

                           “I-I’m telling you...” she repeated, “I’m not Suoh, I don’t even know who ‘Suoh’ is!”

                                   【—✿╭⊰花⊱╮✿—】