#deliciousvulpana

[hostilesuggestion]

Quit. Copying. My. Friends. Stop. It. STOP.

[systlin]

May I ask a fabric question? Why is it that cotton lawn doesn't seem to be used in modern clothes? Thank you for your time.

'Cause it’s a finer, higher quality fabric, and in the modern age of cheap fast fashion it’s easier and cheaper to use knits and shittier lower quality fabric. 

[the-actor-himself]

Hello! A long time ago, you had a drabble about Actor being possessive and growly at a party and firmly manuvering Y/N away from someone who desired them. Could you maybe write a little continuation of that? I really loved it. Thank you for your time!

The silence in the car is thick enough to be cut with a knife. As the party is left far behind, you can’t help but obsess over the way the actor’s hand had felt pressing into the small of your back, the way he’d invaded your space, not to encroach upon you, but to drive away the one who’d dared look at you like they wanted you for themselves.

There’s a dark energy still roaming around just beneath Mark’s skin. You can sense it, leashed but barely, fingers curled firmly around the wheel as he focuses on the road ahead of them.

By the time the Manor rises up ahead of them in the distance, the anticipation is throbbing in your blood. Your heart feels like it’s in your throat.

The car pulls to a halt, and for a moment you both sit there, hyperaware of one another. You turn a little toward him, lips parting, but the words die before they hit your tongue when you’re pinned under that heavy stare. Your lungs feel like they’re being squeezed, and your body suddenly kicks on the heat and warms up straight through to your core.

It’s a scramble - you feel the gear shift dig into your thigh at one point, and the loud cranking of Mark’s seat being shoved back to make room for you would have made you laugh in any other situation. You end up in his lap, his hands grasping, roaming, claiming. You press against him and seek his mouth, and groan as teeth scrape your lower lip.

It’s fast and rough, windows fogging and bruises left in places they normally aren’t. Later, you wonder if the steering wheel left an imprint on your back, and when you ask Mark to check for you, the look on his face is worth every single ache.

[flagellant]

Love the new icon! Very snazzy.

is it not beautiful @zombieella did it for me they have such lovely art and portrayed me so well

[actor-mark]

As much as I agree, tall vampire very pretty, I wish she would try a different lipstick shade. She'd look even more gorgeous in something with a cool undertone!

Mark pauses for a moment tapping a finger to his chin “Y’know... you might be right there.. lil less scarlet red and a bit more maroon, no?”  Mark zones out a bit for a moment before shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle

[adobe-outdesign]

So I was listening to this old radio show and one of the characters was described as "the only bootlegger to go broke in 1922; he drank himself outta business." Who do you think that quote could fit? Because in my head I immediately imagined Grant start yelling about how even Joey didn't go broke that fast, God almighty, and I had to pause the radio show to laugh.

Grant:

Joey:

Grant: you were the bootlegger weren’t you

Joey, sweating: mind your own damn business

[doberart]

I really love how you draw Boris. He's just! He's got all these round shapes to him! But he's lanky too!

Thank you! He’s fun to draw. I love Boris so much. Haha.

[submissivefeminist]

Can we take a moment to talk about how aggravating it is that the kink community has come up for scripts for a ton of things and deviation from those scripts is seen as weird? Like, I thought the whole damn point was to explore and leave behind "normative" ideas and scripts! If I want to frame spanking as a reward in my scenes and not a punishment, that should be fine! Thanks for your time.

Don’t listen to losers who try to dictate your scenes from the sidelines. Kink is yours to do what you want with it. 💚