#iciclc

[clownpainted]

no ,  i  don’t  think  you   understand ,   kendall   is   the  moment.  all  of  their  blogs  just  so  happen  to  also  be  cool.

[clownpainted]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

@iciclc​  sent :   [ message  above ]         ⁄        prompt.

                        ❛    all  depends  on  if  y’ve  ever  used  that    𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤    durin’  sex.    𝐤𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚    a  deal–breaker  if  not.  y’gotta  spice  things  up ,    ❜          the  woman  pauses ,  furrows  brows ,  and  tries  again.          ❛    ‘least  in  a    𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥    sense.  if  ya  did  that . . .   𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 ’    faster  than  you  can  say ,  ‘ lucky  me , ’  toots.    ❜

[pyreshegone]

❛ It’s getting worse, isn’t it? ❜

“ ... how did you know? ”

livvy’s words are soft and tentative and uttered despite herself and her clenched hands that she holds close to her heart, like she can keep the fire tucked safely inside. like she didn’t- like she hadn’t burned rick while they were practicing. like she isn’t the only one of them who’s not like the others.

they can’t understand her, they don’t know what it’s like to fret and fear the power thrumming just beneath the surface. not like he can.

“ i made a mistake, “ she confesses softly, dark eyes focused on the tips of her converse. “ i needed to talk to someone who’d understand. ”

[winetalking]

Smash or pass 🥺

sorry johnny, we're stealing your girl (we being me and @iciclc) — smash baby ❤️

[winetalking]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

smash. i love a d.ilf ❤️ there's nothing sexier than a good dad.

[pyreshegone]

“how about we don’t do that.”

livvy’s looking up at the man with wide and terrified eyes, from the easy grip he’s got on her wrist to the fact that the searing heat isn’t apparently affecting him in the slightest. the only inclination given is the steam curling steadily from between his fingers and the temperature only spikes with her panic. it takes just a second for his words to register and by the time they do she lets out a somewhat hysterical little laugh.

all she can think about is the fact that he’s like her; in one way or another.

meme i lost

[applecurses]

" to what do we owe the pleasure? " -> @iciclc

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS

white knuckled hands had stayed splayed on the cold stone floor beneath her. the up-do and care taken with her hair was tossed aside over her exposed shoulders. the white gown in all its shimming perfection only made her feel more suffocated by her situation. so she flipped through the pages of her mothers black book and chanted for someone to FREEZE HER HEART. to end the waves of grief pulling her under over and over again. it did not matter that she could not read these symbols. regina knew the cost of magic and was more than willing to pay it now.

by the time she heard his voice her cheeks were flushed and stained with tears. glossy brown eyes so tenderly looked up at the man in her room. " please. " quickly from her knees did she rise to stand before him. wiping her eyes with the sheer fabric of her robe , she sighed hoping to gain composure. " please just take it. i-i don't know who you are but if you could just take my heart and freeze it. " she had no more options left . regina could let these feelings swallow her whole, or hope for a strangers pity. " i've seen my mother take out a heart before i'm sure it that different. " she sighed and looked him in the eyes. " i'll give you anything you want. "

[applecurses]

" i apologize for calling you at this hour. " -> @iciclc

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS

" did something happen ? " her brows pinched together just a bit , as red lips pursed together with worry. jordan's visits to her home were frequent but never without purpose. before the curse she could not imagine him coming to her for anything. there was nothing she had nor knew that he could not conjure or already knew himself. that knowledge kept her feelings away from him. knowing that he could only want something from her. she could never be needed by jordan. " do you want to come inside ? " she crossed her arms across her chest, now cold from the night air in only her silk shirt. even with the curse broken she had mayoral, motherly and magical responsibilities. the door leaning against her was moved as a further invitation to lead him inside the house. regina's voice echoed in the emptiness of it all. " did you eat ? "