#decadentvanity

[dxmonicmoon]

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Let me Make Icons in my style for you! || Accepting

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@decadentvanity || Medorah Starter Call (Accepting)

One of the harsh realities of life was that speaking to strangers could be difficult, even quite unnerving, this reality applied to the small woman, as she’d never really developed much of a social skill, usually having to rehearse her statements for minutes before letting it out to the world, but sometimes she had to do them in the heat of the moment.

She was looking for a shop in specific, but being new to the area, a city much bigger than what she was commonly used to, she had to approach someone for help, it’s when she spotted a woman, beautiful, tall and slender, she did not wish to disturb the woman, but it was getting late, and she was the only one around.

Shyly, she approached, trying to speak as loud as possible to be heard amidst her nervousness. “Uhm- Excuse me? Is it okay if I ask for some directions? I’m looking for medical supplies and a place to stay at.”

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@decadentvanity Liked for a Demonic Starter

He turns around when he heard the sound of a voice calling out to him. A faint smell of death attracts his attention more than anything. All of his six eyes focus on the woman who decided to approach her. Rot and demise. What an interesting flavor that is radiating within the air. Something he had never expected to see from a human...or someone who looked so similar to one. He stops himself from replying at first. His eyes looking intensely at her. But the silence had to stop at some point. And so it did.

"You wanted....something?" A simple question. Fangs showing when he opens his mouth to say those words. Not human. With his giant height, unnaturally shaped face and those fangs, it became quite obvious that he wasn't human. Not anymore, at least. He didn't seem to react to her beauty. No emotion displayed on his face or in his voice. Nothing at all.

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Smut Gif Starters || Accepting!

The man slowly moves back as he feels the cold stone with his own skin. Nowhere to go now. His eyes, all six of them are closed leaving him without an understanding of what is happening right in front of him or behind him. But he doesn’t care. Too focused on running his hands on the other’s body, then face, his lips strongly connected to hers. And to think that they would start their interactions with such a strange meeting that turned to this. He wasn’t sure Tomie was able to feel anything related to love. Nor did he care. But the time they are spending is worth everything that might happen next.

He lets out a content hum. His long, split tongue inspecting her own mouth. Playing with her own tongue, while the sounds of their moaning are concealed by the shower. Strange. He wouldn’t expect this to go this way. he expected something rougher. Something more feral. Uncontrolled. But it seems even someone like her craves something soft every once in a whole. He wasn’t against that in the slightest.

[woerended-a]

DRAGON BALL Z ABRIDGED: EPISODE 46 SENTENCE STARTERS / @decadentvanity​

That is...a very different tone than he’s come to expect from her. He hasn’t ever quite been able to place a finger on it, but truth be told? He’s starting to realize something much more evidently, now, much more clearly.

Tomie wasn’t...a very normal person, was she?

Adam wasn’t the type to easily defer to a stranger if he didn’t find himself comfortable with them, and even though they had gotten along what seemed to be rather well so far, he still didn’t know her very closely. So what was this sensation? Sitting, dwelling in his chest, telling him to go with her orders -- go with the flow? It didn’t seem right, or at the very least it seemed foreign.

“What’s...wait a minute...I...” It was like a small wire was tugging on the inside of his chest, forcing him, if only slightly. It took restraint to keep himself in check, but he’s not sure if that would last forever. In fact, at this rate, he could near guarantee that it wouldn’t.

“This...something’s not right...”

[lovelypillar]

↕ 5'2 // @decadentvanity​ from » send me ↕ + your muse’s height (accepting.) !!

THERE WAS SOMETHING wonderful about being taller than someone. nothing short of condescending, but it just simply felt nice. all smiles, mitsuri hummed a happy tune as she glanced at the beautiful woman. something straight out of a painting. beguiling.

[nailfanged]

@decadentvanity​​ said:  “don’t touch me!”

souichi is used to rejection from girls; they tend to want nothing to do with him, and they usually ignore him entirely unless he goes out of his way to bother them. he expects negative reactions, invites them even. he’ll be damned if he lets anyone get away with treating him poorly without enacting some form of REVENGE.

but this new girl, tomie — she’s different. a transfer student, she caught souichi’s eye from her first day in class. there’s just something about her; she’s beautiful, that’s for sure, but it’s more than that. some kind of auspicious enigmatism draws him to her, something that feels almost supernatural. he’s not alone in this regard — in her short time here, she’s managed to charm almost all of the boys in their class, and more than her fair share of the girls. he’s tried various ways to grab her attention — staring from across the room in that uncomfortable way of his, flashing her nail fanged grins, even poor attempts at conversation — but tomie seems determined to ignore him. it stings, far more so than it ever has, and he’s growing desperate. it’s a poor solution, but perhaps that’s why he feels compelled to sneak up behind her, grabbing both shoulders and leaning into her ear, and yelling at the top of his lungs:  ❝ BOO! ❞

her reaction certainly isn’t positive; her voice is spiteful and heavy with vitriol, so much so that souichi initially recoils, hurt emanating from his features. but then, in an effort to save face, he sticks out his tongue with a jeering grin, attempting to mask his disappointment with malice.  

❝ kekehehehe! ❞   he laughs, pointing as he taunts the raven haired beauty.  ❝ i got you good! ❞

an old meme i can’t find | NOT ACCEPTING

[wantlongera]

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👻 talk about ghosts 

— “𝐌𝐌, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄! aren’t these darling?” dolores has been hard at work for over an hour now, fashioning little ghosts out of tissue paper and string to hang from the trees outside. she’s not entirely satisfied, but they are sweet looking, and dolores thinks she’s done a well enough job. she dangles one of her specters by its string, and muses allowed as it swings, back and forth, “i don’t believe in ghosts, but if they exist, i hope they look like these,” dolores chuckles at her own comment, and takes her gaze off of the decoration to glance at the other woman; “… do you believe in ghosts?”