#belliautore

[godail]

❝    . . . please tell me you have band aids .    ❞ ( he's not warbling over getting his fingers cut by the very book he's been flipping through . impossible , but not for vash who had the devil's luck with some things and walking under nineteen ladders kind of luck with others . ) / @belliautore

[thuganomxcs]

“Well ya never introduced me t’ a boy or girlfriend soo you bangin’ anyone was definitely not on the table. So I figured you were free, I’m a detective.” Or something very close to one, and this party was in the neighborhood of a place he needed to inspect, he simply needed enough alibis in case things don’t go as he plans. But great knowing that he has a ‘date’ for the party.

“So who’re you thinkin’ of goin’ as?? Ya look like you’d be a bunny girl or somethin’ cause ya definitely has the ass for it.” A little bold but it was the honest truth and an observation on his part, now it was time for him to figure out what he’s going to dress up as. "Sooo let's go costume shoppin' as soon as yer done here."

continue from here / @belliautore

[obsidixnsamurai]

“It hasn't stopped raging since we got here..” There was small hitches to his breath as he had been in the process of trying to run to not get completely drenched in the rain. While aiding the young woman to a sizable makeshift shelter among the canopies. Hoping for some reprieve. 

There was a conflicted look in his face. Brows creased when she expressed her dislike for the possibility of the storms coming to drop a thunderous shout. He had walked towards Emily as he sat pretty close towards her so that she could catch her breath in the meantime in able company.

“Hah.. I am sorry about putting you in this spot, Emily. Thought for sure that we would have had enough time to get back before things got hectic with the rain.” There was remorse apologetic look to him as he could hear the rain continue to beat down as his dreads looked as wild and untamed from the sudden running. @belliautore continued from this ask:

[endaether]

@belliautore sent some spicy asks:

EMILY GETS RAILED & RAILS EDITION (NSFT BELOW)

CLIVE NEEDS HER. Raging heat boils beneath his skin, the apothecary's naked form the only remedy to this fervent ailment. He needs her right now, lest he burn from the inside out. The undeniable ache for her touch barely subdued despite the push and pull of their bodies; the surface of her skin not enough to quench his endless thirst. Her body is perfect. The wide berth of her hips the final puzzle piece; firm hands guiding her entrance against his full length over, and over again. A scarred hand digs into her scalp, an arm looping around her hips, the warrior holding on for dear life as he feels himself nearing the edge of euphoria.

A pitched squeak is emitted when her head is wrenched back a little ; length of thick, wavy hair grasped in his hand as he continues to thrust into her from behind. The wagon seems to jerk with every slam of his hips, plush cheeks rippling under his rough ministrations. / :>

Emily's moans pitch, her song filling the serene darkness around them. With only fire light to illuminate the exquisite curve of her spine, her hair pulled back far enough to reveal her wanting gaze. Captured in amber irises, the licks of flame cast a flurry of dancing lights, pulsing and leaping elegantly within their enclosure. His movement slows, the grip against her flesh loosening as attentions are diverted to the pure beauty of them. The apex of his carnal desire dulls, a temporary lull as sentiment seeps between the cracks of his concentration.

This woman, she who healed his wounds regardless of his alignments; his intentions upon waking. This woman, who effortlessly loved him despite the secrets that remain unspoken. ❛ Emily, ❜ he exhales her name like a prayer, digits in her hair gently guiding her face to the right, all to deliver sensual kisses to already swollen lips. All the words he couldn't say communicated in them: I am desperately in love with you; I don't want to leave you; this love cannot last. Quiet, muffled moans hum from her throat, obscured by their kiss. As tongues slip together, each thrust of his hips more sloppy and sluggish than the last.

Sensing the emotion in Clive's heart, the apothecary shifts beneath him and places ink-stained hands against his shoulders. With a push, his back gradually finds its place against the wooden panels of her wagon. Usurping him, Emily throws a leg over his waist, straddling him as she takes his length deep inside of herself once more. Her entire figure quakes with pleasure, her breath hitching as her wanting hips pick up speed.

Hands rested upon the broad expanse of his chest, nails digging into the skin as she emitted desperate moans above him ; rolling her hips, bouncing atop him, adoring the sensation of every inch of him inside her.

❛ Emily, ❜ curses Clive, teeth gritting as her vigor reignites the yearning flame within him. She needs him. Her love penetrates any doubts that plague him. In this moment, their love is eternal; sweeping away the storm clouds on the horizon. Calloused hands find their handles once more; intelligent design's finest work. They heave in unison, their souls closely entwined with every breath; every moan that pushes them closer to becoming one. He pulls her hips against him in synchronous with the roll of her hips, Emily's unruly locks blinding him as it tumbles over his face.

Muscles suddenly tense, his spine convex against the floorboards, as the internal pressure apex's and snaps. A moan bursts from his chest, several more tumbling from ajar jaw with decreasing volume. Emily wasn't done. With one last wave of gusto, she accelerates, leaving the overstimulated man to whine and writhe under her enthusiasm. She spasms, her insides like an iron-grip around his length as a conclusive cry rips from her throat, and she stills.

Quiet, the sounds of their dissonant breaths filling their senses as they descend from their high.

The air is chilly, the insidious croaking of distant creatures in the woods a reminder as to why he remained awake in the first place. Darkness suffocates them, the embers of their camp sizzling out under the dampness of night. The warrior sighs, pushing himself into a seated position below her, but pauses. Reality peers back at him, seemingly pleased with their exchange. Clive was thankful for the low light, as he is unable to hide the melancholy as it crashes back into him. Only momentarily stayed by her fleeting touch. Fiercely, he throws his arms around her, holding her close to him if only for a moment longer. Clive clings, desperate to squeeze every sensation out of this temporary, earth-shattering love.

[demongatekeepr]

I love you so much, you're so wonderful & sweet and I adore seeing you on my dash ♡ I'm so excited to write with you!!!

what in the world awwwe hello have people been bitten by a be nice to punk while he’s sad & working too much bug?????? yall are gonna make me fucking weepy thank u sm,,,,,, im so excited to write w/ u too like u have no idea. ur always such a sweetheart & so fun to see on the dash. ur ooc posts always make me smile, & seeing ur writing & ur love, care, & dedication to ur oc’s is a work of art in & of itself. i think i have something from ur other blog drafted, but im looking forward to getting in the writing swing again & having approximately 500 threads with u ♡ the kind of dynamic emily & abaddon will have seems rlly fun!!

ur lovely sophie muwaaahhhh have a wonderful & beautiful day u deserve it!!!!!!

[hellgloom]

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  / for V!

prompt

Let me start with the last question, as it provides the foundation for the rest! V is definitely more book smart, as he's been a bookworm all his life and happened to grow up very isolated, turning to books to keep him entertained and informed. As a matter of fact, he was homeschooled until about the age of 16; however, due to a dramatic change in lifestyle, he had to abandon schooling altogether and quite literally learn from life experience. (He had to pretty much live on the road, like a nomad, until he found a place to call home when he was around 19. All of this is due to Traumatic Events.) Now, I feel like I may need to make a distinction between intellect and intelligence, because sometimes V is...honestly a bit of an idiot when it comes to dealing with more practical matters. He would be very up to discussing philosophical matters for hours and he has a sharp wit. He's creative, highly imaginative, he can read and interpret poetry as well as write his own: that's intellect! But intelligence, like knowing when to quit when he's ahead, avoiding life-risking behaviors, looking before he leaps, etc.—I'm afraid sometimes he just doesn't think, and therefore often finds himself in some kind of trouble. But! He's smart enough to figure out how to get out of it! Most of the time...! Tl;dr: yes I'd say he's pretty smart, definitely witty, creative, imaginative, he's pretty good at thinking (or not lmao) on his feet. He knows big words and how to use them sgkjasfgj.

[jadexorcist]

@belliautore  /  sc.

            ❝  i got some free tickets to the art exhibition my brother is holding  ,  ❞  she offers  ,  ❝  wanna go to check it out then hit up the nearby mall  ??  ❞  she asks  ,  it was right in the heart of the city and this time  ,  her brother's publicist went OVERBOARD with advertising . . . she knows her twin is LOSING his mind over the exhibition right now  ,  the least she could do as his older sister was show up and be supportive  .  ❝  i also heard they opened a new italian restaurant nearby  ,  ❞  she suggests  .

[iobartach]

@belliautore asked; ✐

send me a ✐ for a random sentence starter from my muse

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