#lyriumwclf

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lepuscor replied to your post:

my precious drunk aunt.

[ I AM VODKA AUNT ]

lyriumwclf replied to your post:

cute as HELL

[ cutest demonic entity ever (/)w(\) ]

nxrestfxrthewicked replied to your post:

MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE

[ everyone should follow my cute as heck husband ]

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GAYLORD ;: Cackles because the second you said for science GAYLORD ;: We all knew where this was going Bill the Generic Inquisition Scout [ (ง •̀_•́)ง ]: It is for science.

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And wasn’t the drunkest mania we’d ever caught            like a bad crush on merlot: days wrapped in wash-dulled sheets, no matter

           the hundred miles between our cities, their factories like monuments to folly,            producing only smoke.

It didn’t matter that you wanted us to fight in bed,            urging ourselves beyond temporary wounds and into permanence; that I was

           unable to admit reluctance for the mornings I couldn’t raise my left arm            without wincing,

the memory of your teeth a ring around my clavicle,            a familiar pattern surfacing. And weren’t our complicities like a remedy

           for love, absolution from the butcher’s work those memories would exact? Our bodies            weren’t built to last.

The elaborate mythologies we’d bury in each other            wouldn’t stay put, rising as bruises, as ravenous ghosts, as inadequate courtesies.

                                                            ---- End of Free Love, Bryan Penberthy

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dear girl with flowers in her hair,

it’s 2am, and you’re loitering in some long forgotten park. there’s a boy to your left, and another to your right. you’ve kissed them both as your best friend watches on: giggling at their contorted faces. she asks you what it’s like, so you kiss her too. you think you love her: maybe she loves you back.

dear bird boned boy,

you count the days. exactly 142 days before all you’ve known is left behind. you count the hours. minutes. seconds. and they vanish amidst the fog. the air is heavier in the dark, and you look back to see a feathered trail. dear bird boned boy, son of icarus: whatever will you do when your wings disappear?

dear boy with blood in his mouth,

you’re not sure if it’s yours or their’s. it’s under your nails and soaking through the fibers of your clothes. but you run and run until they’re gone, and you think that you should run until you are gone as well. but something pulls you back, and you’re not sure what it is. maybe it’s the iron on your tongue, or the wine dripping for your chin. maybe it’s teeth at your throat.

dear boy aged beyond his years,

no one questions the furrow of your brow, or the quiet voice that cannot escape. there’s a nag in the back of your mind, pulling you toward the faceless strangers spewing ridicule. so you sit in the bleachers alone with your head in your hands, believing that there is something wrong with you. but it is only them.

dear stumbling fumbling boy,

they ask you where your mother is, and you tell them you don’t know with a coy grin painted on your lips and a sparkle in your eye. but you know. she hates you but you love her, even if she is the reason your knobby knuckles pop and crack. she’s lost to you, so you find love elsewhere in the beds of strangers and dusty, dinky motels: thinking neon can hid your lies. you wake up alone and realize it can’t.

dear girl with ash in your lungs,

you walk with fire at your fingertips, in more ways than one. the smell of smoke still makes you sick, but it continues to fill your lungs as you attempt to drain the darkness from your form. but you can’t deny that when you picture his brittle, carbonized bones: you laugh for hours. and you wonder why they’re terrified as the world melts before your feet.

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     Sorry about the blood in your mouth.                                              I wish it was mine.

[wardenblondie]

throw's ✿ like confetti. stares wistfully up at the ✯. hands u my ♡.

If you want to RP with me, send me a ✿. If you want to plot with me, send me a ✯. If you’re just following just to stalk me, send me a ♡ ;;

DUDE YOU GOT MY SKYPE NOW SO we just need to get over the hurdle of being new to each other and by the way have you seen this BIRB.

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FEN AND NORA LICKING OKAY. NUMBER 30 WHAT PLEASES ME

3 - 5 infinite sentence meme—sexual sunday edition.

30. Whatever tickles ur pickle

She’d always thought his markings to be beautiful—in their own sick and sinister way. Gentle, pallid patterns snaking over copperedflesh. Perhaps she should’ve hated them: for what they were, andwhere they came from.

And yet there she was, her form hovering over his own—half dressedwith her fingers navigating the expanse of the elf’s toned body. Shetraced the patterns carefully, memorizing each change in Fenris’breathing—hitching in the back of his throat, accompanied by gaspssighs and soft groans.

Lenora had half the mind to delve further into her teases—to expandupon what she’d built. To give in and let him take the reins; to ravageher as though he was an untamable beast of sorts. But she was oh socurious as to how far she could drive him up the wall.

She bowed forward, sweeping her tongue leisurely over a thin linethat followed the elf’s hip. The Warden couldn’t help but laughbreathlessly at the sudden jerk of his body, followed by a gutturalmoan. If this would be his reaction with each trace of her tongue,she figured it would be—beneficial—to continue with thesesimple, teasing ministrations. 

Her tongue swept along bright patterns, glowing faintly at her touch.She felt a hand thread through her hair, tightening while her handsroamed toward more Southern areas: fingers brushing against hiships and thighs—never close enough to where he’d truly wantedattention. 

Tongue continued to travel upward—following paths forged in lyrium.Curving ‘round and across dampened flesh and sinew—up Fenris’throat, and she nipped and sucked at the tender flesh, feeling thereverberation of a content hum. Mouth moved to nip lightly at his chin,and then to capture his lips with a gentle bite.

Tables turned, and she found herself pushed back into that horridsofa residing in his living room. Nora felt lips and teeth attack thejunction of her shoulder and neck—scraping lightly before biting down.Hands wandered once more, ghosting between the two bodies—reachingfor the hem of his pants. Dexterous fingers worked at his fly, and she wasever so curious as to what else she’d left to fully explore.

[wardenblondie]

★★★★★★★

ｓend a ★ if you think I accurately portray my muse.

fdjkldsg to be honest hearing that from you REALLY MAKES MY DAY since all we have ever done is watch each other from afar. But soon that will change ! And the next time I reblog this meme I’m gonna’ make you DOUBLE THEM STARS.  /wipes lone manly tear from eye.