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[lepusrufus]

I love how you draw Angie

And I absolutely adore drawing her

I love Angie sm you don't know. Also all the Angie loving anons on my blog. You. You're awesome guys

[xueshanshan]

mini poster series: when a snail falls in love ♡ ji bai & xu xu

The Lion said to her, “Don’t leave. Stay, stay with me.” This is the ending the Snail wants.

[ghoulluck]

It was rare when the warrior Oracle came with need. She didn’t let her wife touch her except for after devotional show. There was still too much trauma wedged under her thin skin to let anyone, even maxie touch her freely.

Mini laid out in the patch of sun, dark red lower lip clasped in between her teeth as her pale hands moved across the sheer dark red material to her most painful aches.

The celestial was a liar if she didn’t think the demon oracle was the most innocent thing there was. Daphne could be worked into a heat with kisses alone. She was glad to be the cat’s favorite of it meant she was able to have her wife give herself freely.

A spark ran up the demon’s spine as she was pulled by the ankle to face maxie. She had bunched the material in between her legs, shy to show exactly how effected she was by the display until the younger took the material away. Mini always tried to keep silent about the pleasure of being touched by someone she wanted. Her head rolled back as her eyes closed to buck into the gentle touch.

Maxie was always happy to put her small hand around mini’s throat to make the warrior gasp out loudly when she was forced to submit to her wife. She could feel the redhaired woman’s enjoyment with a tremble of her thighs when their bare cores met.

The demon always enjoyed the crude feeling of being grinded up against, the edges of her vision blurred the tighter maxie squeezed and mini quickly came to a trembling orgasm as her vision nearly went black. She was always embarrassed for the way she reached her peak and refused to be touched afterwards except for in the shower when she would cry and ask if she was too much.

“I love you.”

The words always made the sobs quell.

“I love you too.”

[ghoulluck]

Frank’s guitar was too big for her hands. Her nails had been too long and she had cut her trademark red nails down.

Some part of her felt vulnerable to sing to anyone except her brother. She wasn’t exactly good. She had always been a little tone deaf or off key to put it nicely.

Maxie put her arms around the redhead, making Cher just a little warm in the cheeks.

Girls had always made her stomach feel like she had just drunk an entire flute of champagne too quick. She’d never felt that way with any man, minus — she always popped her bubbles with Frank for Karen’s sake. She could tell there was still something between them which meant that even if the dark counterpart she had inherited felt the bubbles too, they could never be.

“Here, put your hand more like this,” maxie stated as she correctly Cher’s hand before noting her beautiful red nails were gone. She took the red haired girl’s hands off the neck of the guitar to study the crude way the other had near ripped off the acrylics. She brought the fingers to her mouth to kiss each one softly to grace the other with short pretty red nails before doing the same to the other hand.

Miniature watched her wife be affectionate with their temporary sister. The two fumbled through a few notes before maxie decided maybe the redhead wasn’t suited to playing a guitar. Mini pulled up a seat, “Do you at least sing?” Cheryl didn’t seem to have any luck with their favorite pastimes. The woman laughed, really she threw her head back with a loud cackle as if asking if they were fucking joking.

“That bad?”

The red sister pursed her mouth.

“Come on. We’re going to try anyways.”

—

She swallowed as she fumbled through the guitar piece she had managed to remember very disjointedly. Frank looked over the neck of his guitar to try to figure out what she was trying to play before making her get up to get behind her.

He repeated the piece with some hesitancy in his fingers. His brows furrowed a little as he adjusted his hands to where maybe the placement was suppose to be. It sounded right to Cheryl, which made her debate about opening her mouth to try to sing.

When Frank got the hang of the bridge, he bounced her a little inadvertently on his knee as he tapped out a tempo to keep with. Three fours sounded better to his ears and he held his knee still when she looked back at him.

“Go ahead,” karen encouraged as she wiped her hands on a dishrag as she came out of the kitchen. Cheryl had confided in the blonde woman that the song reminded her of both of them. The champagne bubbles erupted in her stomach when Frank pressed his nose to the back of her ear, “no fear, Cher.”

He started again to try to encourage her and her voice squeaked out of nervousness as she started. Karen dropped into the loveseat Where noodle slept on the arm and her brows furrowed as she tried to listen.

The blonde woman couldn’t help but think of the sad advice of a sister. Somewhere, karen still felt some semblance of guilt because she knew Cheryl still occasionally looked at constantine with longing.

“That was really good,” the blonde woman praised behind a tight smile, “I mean it’s really good. It’s good.” She didn’t want to necessarily say it was sad even if it made her turn the newly placed ring on her finger. “I love it,” she tried to reassure the other much more softly when Cheryl looked more embarrassed than anything else.

[ghoulluck]

Constantine stared down the dim hallway at the white outline. He could hear the hitch in daisy's throat as he flipped on the light and it disappeared. "Wh-what was that?" Her voice shook so badly he had the urge to out her out of her misery himself. Some people weren't meant to see. 

He walked down the hall that felt more like a shifting maze as the walls fell and rose to guide them to the heart of it all. "Mini," he greeted as they finally came to the heart of the maze. It was a big white room with paintings and blank canvases. Daisy drifted towards the them. It looked like the work was rotting. Pushed into a corner of the room, there was a table and someone at it. The red head couldn't see her face yet. She had her back to them. 

There it was, the thing from the hall with its hands physically buried into the woman's bleeding shoulder. When mini turned, daisy jumped back at the filmy eyes and deathly white skin. "This is what it looks like." The colicky voice state and before daisy knew it she was standing with Constantine in an empty room. 

"W-what?" He took his crumpled cigarettes from his back pocket, "that what you're gonna be like when it takes over."

[ghoulluck]

She had gone to visit Charles after a vague dream about him and his mate. The vampire was as cute as always, with his long dark blonde hair and happy blue eyes that squint in their corners. Admittedly she missed him, she missed Alice and she missed when it was just them and occasionally emma. 

As wonderful as the oracles were, it could be smothering when she got out for fresh air and could think away from the hive mind. Charles set a big mug of tea in a hand sculpted mug in front of the girl. Today he had a critical expression. His brows were eternally knitted and he seemed to be having some trouble wrapping his head around the idea that him and roomie had to move because Maxie had a bad dream. “So you’re psychic now?” He asked, although he didn’t seem to actually question the ability itself ; what he was really asking was do I really have to move? They had just settled into the old cabin and it wasn’t too far from the pack either. Charles liked to keep roomie near people she cared about because it made her eyes light up. 

“Yeah,” Maxie answered as she blew on her mug. She bit her lip, “why couldn’t you and mom work things out?” He almost spit out his own tea and his ears and nose were an intense shade of red. He wasn’t aware that Maxie knew they had briefly been involved, especially when they were both drunk. He was embarrassed she knew at all. “W-w-whaa? Pfft, I have – no idea– what you’re talking about.” He kept looking around he like was afraid someone was going to hear him. She rolled eyes. 

It had been before roomie had come into his life. Before all the pieces had fit together for him. She frowned a little as she looked at the tea leaves that sat at the bottom of her cup. Finally, Charles decided he might as well be honest, he was a shit liar. “I loved your mom, honest. It’s just – she can’t love anyone but you guys and even then.” She filled in the blanks. It was a limited love. Her mom was in a way dead and was going to stay dead. 

Maxie took a sip, “just move okay? Bad stuff is gonna happen.” He nodded and he reached across the table. “I’m sorry, kiddo.” He was mostly sorry because he knew how hard it was to watch his best friend just go through life a hollow shell. She squeezed back and his eyes zeroed in on her little promise band. “Oh no. Who is he?” 

“Me–” the cool red haired oracle corrected this as she walked into the kitchen to get something and promptly walked out. “Holy crap!” He hissed between his teeth as he leaned over the table. Maxie had turned a bright pink all over, “don’t /holy crap/ me. Mr I didn’t tell anyone I got married.”

[ghoulluck]

Rough hands smoothed over angel’s shoulders. She could feel the distinct pads of calluses she had memorized, but could no longer recognize. She jarred immediately and pushed the feeling away. The children shifted around her as her feathers bristled. It had been only a dream or maybe a harmless memory. She laid down in the grass. Her wings spread out over them, pinching them in towards her protectively. 

Maxie was awake against a tree with a few children against her her. Her eyes were white and she looked out over the space blankly. mini curled up with a few of the children. She was asleep and had created almost like a little pot of hot pink sand. Lights flickered from maxie’s eyes, it washed the dark twilight sky in pretty colors like an artificial borealis. Somewhere, she knew baby and kasandre had made little hammocks to rock a few of the little spirits asleep. 

The original had a small baby rested against her breast. Angel had found the baby girl hidden in a heart of an empty tree. She had dark red hair and golden skin that was freckled like constellations in a night sky. The child faded in an out like it was being called and eventually the Oracle was left with nothing in her arms. The children of this realm did that. They’d fall asleep and they’d disappear sometimes.