#egotistival

[loredrops]

・・・・・closed for @egotistival

"okay be honest. red bra, or black? remember ... im trying to sell a fantasy here." this wasn't supposed to mean anything. they weren't supposed to mean anything. but the way vanessa looked at her, like she was cataloging every bruise she tried to hide beneath silk and glitter — god, that meant everything, didn't it? she dropped her hand slightly, letting the black lace dang dangle. "or should i just cancel the whole damn appointment?"

[angelicvicedmoved]

@egotistival    has    asked    for    a    starter

a sigh left her lips as the doors to her, well their bed chamber opened. blonde stood up, greeting her now, new husband fingers already fumbling with the tie on her rob. tonight was never going to be easy ; their wedding night. a night that should be happy and joyful but for them, it was a prison sentence. odette nodded at the maids leaving before they were left in silence once more. " can you at least pretend to like me for one day .ᐣ we have to get through this, regardless of what either one of us is thinking right now. "

[rosyviews]

       ( 💔 @egotistival )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     confusion has riddled her body for the past hour--- frustration & yearning within her frame. not much she's sure of except a thankfulness that she chose against wearing that pretty little minidress to this party, instead opting into a more revealing top & some jeans. she could pass the strain of her length within the denim as a peculiar fold. emma's been trying to find her counterpart since this began to no avail, forced to make small talk with people she barely cared about on a good day; less so when she could feel precum leaking from her tip. pupils dilate as they land on them, entering the living room from the patio as they laughed with the group they were in. leaving her conversation with meaningless pleasantries, she stalks over to her counterpart quickly... no room in her body for patience. "excuse me, i just need to borrow them for a second." voice was sickly sweet, smile could have fooled the queen. fingers wrap tightly around their wrist-- not out of anger but of desperation, as they pull them through the party and up the stairs of the house. once in the upstairs hallway, she's having them turn the hall before speaking. "what did you do?"

[comeundcne]

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘: are we ever going to talk about what happened between us?

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘: i miss you, saff.

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘: as a friend or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘: please don't ignore these texts.

@egotistival / 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 !

[honeyhour]

@egotistival

“okay, which do you think would look better?” she has a hanger in each hand, both sporting a different coloured dress that she’s been trying to decide between for an embarrassing amount of time. if she doesn’t ask for another opinion, she might just lose her mind. “i haven’t been on a date in a while, i don’t even know what guys are into anymore…”

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @egotistival !

it was kind of nice having a space that was bigger than her car. a bed that could fit her entire body in it. she wasn't sure how she was going to thank the generosity, but she had been working hard on securing a job during school. her nightly routine was to sneak behind the guest house with a thinly rolled joint, smoking it before bed. most times, she glanced up toward's barbie's window out of curiosity. sometimes, it seemed she was looking back. so when the familiar figure stood in the window, lucy felt her body relax a little. as she slowly blew out the smoke, she grinned at the other and winked at her.

[vvisteriagrows]

a body was a body was a body. like a mantra, kit willed her attention to the sentiment as the minutes crawled by. in a textbook or a sketchbook or a museum, they were all just bodies. the studio's stipend was fair, and their schedule was the only one in miles that would work between shifts at the hospital. so, she could be their willing participant for a few weeks. bare skin against still studio air beaded with goosebumps — visible marks of both cold and adrenaline. within seconds of the instructor's final remarks, she'd covered back up with the robe they'd provided her. still inadequate in a room of fully-clothed artists, but significantly better. she peered behind one of the nearer easels, and, despite herself, she laughed. " i didn't think i looked like that. "

@egotistival liked for a starter ! insp.

[devianttxrts]

the bonfire was as big and bright as the whispers had promised it would be, but it wasn't what captured zola's attention. she didn't rush, because the tide didn't so why should she? her bare feet sunk into the sand, one of many freedoms the beach offered, and she soaked up a little extra warmth before her direction changed entirely and she made her way closer to the outskirts; closer to the blonde who looked like she could use some help with the embracing aspects of the night. zola didn't hesitate to extend one of the drinks she carried towards her. in a coconut shell, naturally, and filled with something that tasted good enough to not question. "i'm not saying it looks like you need this." her lips twitched slightly, a flicker of an echo of the fire's warmth. "i'm just saying it's what we're here for." @egotistival