#chlarine

[queenqaos]

the queen of chaos leans against her leg,      foot on the table, epitome of brutality,      ‘   so   ...  i’ve heard you have connections to DEATH.    ’         she lowers down, with an ugly grin,        ‘  how are they....these days.    have they ever mentioned ME  ? ’    @chlarine​    <3′d for a starter!

[gggno]

She grips her shoulder gently. Her head feeling light-headed, "Hold on, Daozi." Dahlia uses her as an anchor, the room spinning.

“ ? ”

dahlia’s grip was soft on her shoulder yet heavy on her mind. she didn’t pry but she knows enough about women and all the ways they suffer. it leaves marks, and for dahlia it was the fear of touch. so, when dahlia reaches out to her, daozi’s response is to stay very still.

then, dahlia leans against her, her entire weight beckoning support. that’s when daozi turns around fully to catch the other in her arms.

“ oh f– dahlia? hey, are you alright? ”

[cultspaced]

                          a   really   amazing   mason   aesthetic   made   by   the   lovely   @chlarine​

[gggno]

Fingers rake through Daozi's hair, jet black strands separate between digits. "How about we go here tomorrow?"

               her eyes remain closed, head rested in dahlia’s lap. she hums lowly at the gentle hair combing through her hair, loving the light scent of shampoo that fills up the room around them. she feels too good right now to check what dahlia is referring to but still has the manner to respond.

                 “ as long as there’s good food there. i trust your judgement. ”

[syndicatcd-archive]

↳ | ; ✩ 𝐃𝐀𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐀 ✩ @chlarine​ said:  ❛ i can’t breathe , i can’t — ❜ ( selectively accepting ) 

                 fingers      shoot      forward      to     grasp      her      shoulders      tightly.      he     wasn’t      one      to     comfort      many      but     it      seemed      as     though      she      needed      it     in      the      moment.      arms     guided      her      to     a      chair.             ❛              𝐡𝐞𝐲      𝐡𝐞𝐲      𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤      𝐚𝐭      𝐦𝐞,      𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭      𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞.      𝐢𝐧      𝐚𝐧𝐝      𝐨𝐮𝐭.      𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭      𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞      𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.      𝐢𝐧...𝐨𝐮𝐭.            ❜                  eyes      glazed      over     hers,      never      leaving      her     gaze.      breathing      with     her.      chest      heaving      up     and      down      in     a      steady      rhythm.      hands     leave      her      shoulder      to     grab      a      nearby      bottle      of     water,      metal      fingers      flicking      off     the      top      of     it.            ❛              drink.         ❜                  his      voice     assertive,      back      to     the      caged      soldier      within.      

[spellaholicol]

we haven't interacted yet but I love how intensely you adore Zee and you really pay attention to all the details that goes into her. You're such a good writing. Your aesthetic is so fucking cute and I just die all the time. I hope to write with you soon.

THIS    IS    BEYOND    A   COMPLIMENT   !         all   these   adjectives    I   throw   right   back   at   ya    cause   have   you   seen   your   own   blog  ?      it’s  so  so  pretty    and  the  whole  concept    it’s  so  so  so creative    !     to  write  an  oc  based  on  the   fourth  horseman  of  the  apocalypse    it’s  no  joke.    thank  you  for  taking  your  time  to  send  me  this  and  let’s  change  the  fact  that  we  haven’t  interacted  yet  to   LET’S  INTERACT  (IC/OOC)

[defendsfreedom-a]

@chlarine   /   starter call  !

 THERE IS A HARD GLINT TO CRYSTAL HUES.   tongue   swipes   across   his   lower   lip.   steve   takes   a   steady   breath   before   speaking.   “if   you   intend   anyone   harm,   i   will   stop   you.   however,   if   your   intentions   are   good,   i   will   aid   you.”   which   one   is   it?

[satansmagic]

@chlarine​    :     💬                  +   here    .  

‘         looks    like    you’re    in    trouble    here       .       ‘