#nymphetcmine

[sangtify-blog]

“i’m sorry. i fell asleep.”

CORALINE STARTERS .

♰       ———   “ ‘s  alright  ,  you’re  not  the  only  one … ”  Having  awoken  but  moments  ago  himself  ,  lethargy  still hangs  heavy  in  his  words . . .  that  ,  and  the  faint  slur  that  tends  to  linger  in  the  wake  of  far  too  much  alcohol .   “ You  want  me  to  grab  you  some  water ?  Like  ,  it’s  not  gonna  make  you  start  meltin’  ,  right  ? “He  shifts  ,  a  dull  ache  announcing  its  unwelcome  presence  as  he  angles  himself  across  the  table  ,  thumb  graving  against  Aeva’s  cheek .  “ Ah  ,  your  mascara’s  all  smudged , Doll  ,  here…  ” 

[ssanis]

           ❛        Fuck ,  Aeva .  Stop  lusting  after  Elves .  High  &  mighty  bastards  won’t  spare  you  a  glance .        ❜

      sc  ;  @nymphetcmine

[autipsy]

send me 🎨 and i’ll make an aesthetic moodboard for your muse  // @nymphetcmine

[gynvaell]

that geralt is a real d'honey amirite

                  * /  @nymphetcmine​​​​​ !

        ❛     You're  fired  from  my  protection  &  care .    ❜    G E R A L T  OF  ALL  PEOPLE  AEVA  YOU’RE  BLIND

[ofrva]

"Tired already? But we've only just begun, witcher.~"

ONE BOTTLE OF TEMERIAN ALE LATER…

❝ Guess I wasn’t expecting you to be so… voracious. ❞

Truly, she had caught him unaware, not expecting that the witch–with whom he’s shared a tenuous relationship, at best–would so readily pounce upon him with the fervor of an animal in heat. Craning his neck forward to glance down at the witch, who’s firmly settled herself betwixt his thighs, a low groan rumbles his throat. ❝ Witchers are known for their boundless wealth of stamina, you know. Could do this all night. ❞

[asynjja-moved]

💋💋💋💋💋

RANDOM KISSES FOR YA FAVE IMMORTAL. | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

                    ❛ &. ┊ Hands grapple to find stability when eyes are torn off the laptop screen and all attention forcefully pulled from the most recent gaze onto a figure temptingly crawling onto her own seated frame -- and are they placed then, when naught else seems to be within reach, on hips; fingertips pressed into soft fabric, lush sides, when the surprised upward curvature of dark brows is met with lips parting, lips clasping, mouths colliding so quickly that even the gasp that threatens to rise from the depths of a throat is drowned out by a hungry tongue. To pull her closer comes like an innate mannerism, kiss returned with as much integrity as was put into work just seconds before. Only once breaks the kiss and takes she the chance to mumble, smugly, against a lower lip, “ Distracting me from a coven-related case makes you a suspect, Aeva. And I’d rather not have to put you in handcuffs. ”

[xeglantine-blog]

@nymphetcmine // starter

It had started out with fleeting moments of familiarity, the kind that came with spotting a familiar face in the crowd or from a scent that reminded him of home--- where magic was celebrated, not feared. Old magic is no secret to an elder witch, but it’s rare after all this time for him not to be able to recognize whose magic has been left clinging to his most recent stomping grounds like a perfume. There’s been no sense of ill will, but neither has there been an attempt at a greeting... just another passing through? It wouldn’t be too hard to believe, his people were often on the move for one reason or another. Adaptable. The thought of having to adapt to sharing his space with someone he doesn’t even know crosses his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s not long after that he’s uttering some excuse to Fillip about needing fresh air before grabbing his coat and hitting the streets. Briar decides that he’s going to make the first move here, to really set the tone and (if nothing else) sate his curiosity by seeing just exactly who this other being was. It’s almost peaceful, letting his mind go blank so that he can focus and follow, mindlessly meandering about until he feels that he’s no longer alone. It’s only then that the witch comes to a stop, tilting his head up and beginning to silently scan his surroundings. 

“Ah... I don’t believe we’ve met.”

[autipsy]

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you. /spill the fucking tea im ready

BITTER OLD LADY HOURS.

1 .  Shy  beans  uwu  .  Like  I  would  class  myself  as  a  shy  person ,   but  . . .  but  there’s  honestly  nothing  I  hate  more  about  the  rpc  than  people  using  shyness  or  anxiety  as  a  kind  of  get  out  of  jail  free  card  for  putting  zero  effort  into  initiating  or  sustaining  interactions  with  other  people . Yeah  it  can  be  scary  approaching  someone  ?  But  if  you  want  interactions  sometimes  you  have  to  be  the  one  to  bite  the  bullet  and  get  over  yourself  in  that  regard  ,  but  here  we  are  and  at  least  once  every  3  days  I’ll  see  some  romper  room  fuckery  post  all  like  “ I’m anxious and I’ll unfollow / block you if we’ve followed each other for X amount of time and we haven’t interacted ” from  someone  who  blatantly  makes  zero  effort  to  initiate  that ?  Like . . . you’re  so  anxious  that  you can’t  message  someone  to  say  “hey  would  you  be  interested  in  plotting”  or  just  send  them  a  random  ask  meme  ,  but  spicy ,  guilt  trippy  vagues  for all  the  world  to  see  are  fine  somehow ?  RP  is  fucking  entirely  based  on  communication  and  people  can’t  engage  with  someone  or  something  that  doesn’t  engage  back  so  ??  Write  fanfiction  instead  if  all  you  can’t  handle  having  to  communicate  with  another  human  being .

2 .  “Don’t write in tiny text because I can’t read it”  well ,  you  can  zoom  in  ,  so  that’s  not  my  problem  ,  Helen .  I  hate  passive  aggressive  psas  about  “aesthetic”  blogs  ,  as  if  having  nice  graphics  or  formatting  your  posts  in  a  specific  way  somehow  devalues  your  writing  in  any  way ?  Yeah ,  there  are  definitely  blogs  who  focus  heavily  on  aesthetics  and  overlook  /  ignore  blogs  that  don’t  align  with  that  but . . .  that’s  such  a  small  minority  of  people  ?  Most  of  them  don’t  care  about  your  personal  aesthetic  ,  they  just  want  their  own  shit  to  look  nice  ?  And  a  lot  of  these  psa  posts  about  blogs  with  “fancy graphics”  sound  like  they  come  from  a  really  embittered  place  when  literally  ??  Everyone  learned  to  do  their  graphics  from  somewhere  ,  just  ask  instead  of  shitting  on  the  fun  of  people  who  have  something  you  don’t  ? 

3 .  Impulse  deleting .  It’s  not  real  ,  let’s  be  honest .  There  are  multiple  steps  involved  in  deleting  your  blog(s)  and  you  can  think  about  it  every  step  of  the  way  ,  you  don’t  just  hit  a  button  and  “oops  I’m  so  impulsive  I  deleted  all  my  blogs and set my disco to invisible”  ,  only  to  remake  like  a  day  later  (miraculously  with  all  the  coding  and  pages  saved  and  up  to  date  with  when  you  deleted)  in  the  hopes  of  an  influx  of  concerned  messages .  Don’t  get  me  wrong  getting  away  from  tumblr  is  great  for  your  mental  health  and  I’d  100%  recommend  we  all  just  delete  but . . . this  habit  some  people  are  in  of  deleting  without  saying  a  word  to  their  friends  and  leaving  them  to  worry  isn’t  a  healthy  coping  mechanism  to  get  away  from  distress  ,  it’s  a  calculated  decision  and  a  big  guilt  trip ,  like  just  download  a  mindfulness  app  pls.