#labbatu

[runecast]

📐wolfin coming in at 6'0

this is genuinely so beautiful to me @labbatu

[thrownsoul]

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hiiii boar hi i was just thinking about you! have i told you lately that i have loved watching you come into your own more and more as a person and a writer, and also watching your ocs get more and more trans? you are great with comic book characters, too, but with mythology, original and otherwise, you totally shine

[clawsextended]

[ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck.

if that doesn’t feel incredible. easily, simply because of the fact that there is a receptive madness that sets every nerve aflame. wolfin’s arm digs hard around her waist and holds her close with no measure of tenderness, and she moans shakily into it, whimpering in a choked noise.

throat bares, shamelessly, she lives for the violence of what love is, and the love of what violence can be. a mark that’s beloved and kept close, adored infinitely and trusted behind a thin choker that won’t even conceal it by half. selina sinks a hand deep into thick curls.

“oh harder.”

@labbatu

[hagiophagya]

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BOARRRRRRR i literally get so happy seeing you on the dash or in da dms!! armazi is one of the most unique ocs i've ever seen in my time on tumblr. to bring in folklore that isn't greek or roman or anything of that ilk is beautiful. i've loved being able to see their development over the years. every time you post wolfin lore i chew on it. @labbatu

[godblooded]

i said please, so technically you have to say yes. (Alana)

the good doctor’s brow raises in a delicate motion, staring decisively at wolfin without a single measure of fear on he face. calm, vibrant blue eyes roll, an emphatic mouth breaking into a sardonic smile. a snort follows suit without fail. it is how she is, after all. one for sarcastic bemusement. surprisingly more tolerant than you would imagine.

“you know, in spite of what parents teach, that word isn’t an automatic in to whatever you feel like getting away with.”

this is untrue. they both understand the coercive nature of that word. it works surprisingly well on the foolish or the unwitting.

“If you ask me again i’ll consider.”

[clawsextended]

@labbatu asked for a new year’s smooch!!

daphne loves social events, but she also hates them. and wolfin comprehends both degrees with ease — the fact that selina is often in her element chatting and beaming, and out of her element the very moment her entire process is thrown off. flip one switch, pull one trigger too indelicately, and she collapses. these are two opposite ends of the spectrum.

she’s wondered about it. would she be different if she’d been taught differently? without her fear, would this feel natural, exciting, even? she dwells sometimes. wolfin is very good at distracting her from this endless collective of thoughts. she guides her to a balcony by the small of her back, and selina’s relieved as the air leaves her lungs. it’s late, she has drunk one flute of champagne and will not even sniff a single drop more. she would perish the thought. but she’s rosy-cheeked and flushed when the clock strikes midnight, two warm, strong hands anchoring her by the waist. she wraps her arms around a neck.

it’s freezing and she’s barely wearing what constitutes clothing. this babydoll dress is a brilliant hot pink, and her heels are a very similar hue, bottomed with the soft crimson velvet louboutin is known for.

“it’s gonna be my year, i think. totally.”

[godblooded]

@labbatu asked for a new year’s smooch!!

alana makes bad decisions. this is not a strange thing at all. she makes difficult ones, dangerous ones, rare ones, strange ones. often, people don’t know what to do with these horrible choices she makes, and she herself is frequently the one cleaning up the mess left behind. she has no one to blame but herself, the gun sitting in her drawer, the way she’d looked hannibal in the eye and admitted it.

she makes insane choices, bad ones, unstable ones. they come back around to bite her on the ass frequently. she misses the dogs — but applesauce trots around cheerfully, nipping happily at her heels.

but there’s a gun in her drawer. and, actually, this feels like a better decision than many she’s made quite recently. the clock hits midnight and the ball drops (she misses new york) —

she kisses wolfin easily, openly, flushed with champagne and quiet courage. alplesauce races across the yard, the fireflies glow. for a minute, she feels inside her head. for once. for once.

[hagiophagya]

➛ [ table ] sender's hand creeps up receiver's thigh and finds them bare underneath their skirt. (you wanted yuri? a god and the devil can be yuri)

armazi's fingertips feel like fire against the inside of his thigh. whether or not it's how warm their hands are or if it's the sensation boiling under lucy's skin is hard to tell, but it feels good. she looms over lucy, his eyes dark as he looks up at the other. it's want that she feels. it's want that lives deep inside her core. " this is what you wanted, right? " lucy feels her throat grow dry as armazi's touch grows heavier, fingers moving up, up, up. it's nice to be the one seduced instead of the one doing the seducing for once, though very few people would actually see her this way.

she shifts, opening her legs wider to accommodate their touch. " are ... are you going to kiss me or are you going to just fuck me like you barely even care? " a grin, teeth glinting in the light. it'd be (almost) cute if it weren't so predatory. " come on. doesn't a woman like me deserve a little romance? you don't expect me to be that easy, do you? " @labbatu