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[koffiehuis-love]

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This ain’t no Red Light District

[SMS] Sigurd?

[SMS] I think you sent this to the wrong person. There’s not a stitch of clothes on you, man.

[SMS] Maybe you meant DANE and hit Dutch I don’t know

[SMS] Who am I to assume though?

[mjorkatam]

‘ describe love. ’

interview the muse !!

Well… Love’s a bit inconsistent, wouldn’t you say? There’s no one way to describe it, really. It differentiates from person to person, and even still, their views on love will probably change in the future. It might feel like the warm sunlight touching your skin at first, but then maybe–and I hope that this isn’t the case for everyone–it’ll turn into something sour, or maybe even bittersweet. That’s not to say that I find love a cynical thing–I want to believe that there’s something more to it. Something beautiful.

It’s like the ocean, in a way. One can’t deny it’s beauty–the crystalline blue waters, the cool breeze, the calming sound of the dancing waves. It’s breathtaking. But that’s not always the case; the ocean can be unforgiving, too. Raging sea storms, the unpredictability of it… It’s tough to navigate around it, but somehow, and someway, people will find their way.

[krizburi-blog]

      “   Oh    ---    !     ”    Sofia sank to her knees in a fit of chuckles, craning her neck to dodge the great dog’s giddy licking. Her arms suddenly even more occupied than they had been, she tried to get a hold of the dog long enough to ease the bag in her hands to the ground. With limited success. Catching sight of the owner over her shoulder, Sofiya caught her breath and tried a feeble, disabled wave.   “    Ah, Sigurd, hello ! I’ve been ambushed, please, could you help    ----  ?    ”

( @onceuponatroll     —    randomized starter ; 12 playful )

[hadzyuka]

fantasy/humanverse starter for @onceuponatroll !!

Natallia’s arrival in this new town required the finding of a new flower field, which she began searching for during her first day of free time. She had been busy with moving, unpacking, and finding a new job - which she did find! She had thankfully found work at the local florist shop, her favorite place to be. 

The blonde made her way down a path she had found, one that wound into the forest, her eyes glancing over leafy trees and the underbrush that accompanied them. It took her a solid hour of walking before she was ready to give up. With a heaving sigh, she gave a little twirl, the refreshing breeze ruffling her long hair. It was as if it were fate. 

A beautiful patch of greenery caught Natallia’s eye, and she drew closer to the bright dewy grass and the sound of rushing water. What met her eyes was...perfect. A sparkling blue pool with a pretty waterfall  revealed itself to her, with an adjacent wildflower field. 

It seems that all of her wishes had been granted as she picked up the pace and practically flung herself among the flowers. The flowers renewed her energy that had been sapped and a serene smile tugged at her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. She lay like this for a moment before tugging the cream blanket out of her bag and laying it out on the flowers for her pillow. She curled up, letting her eyes slide shut again as she began to nap in the flowers next to the water.

[velhovinho]

@onceuponatroll @coeurepuise | libera me - write a small drabble about why your muse is awake at 2 am. | REQUIEM | accepting

At a bar a short walk from Gabriel’s home, at 8:42 PM:

"Hey! What's your name? Mine's Antonio."

They'd stumbled from the bar to Gabriel's home laughing in a drunken blur, the details hazy. But details didn't matter, just the taste of whiskey on his lips, the heat of their bodies pressed together in the bed, the aching in his heart as he meets those green eyes. So like Antonio in every way, down to the name, except for where it mattered. Except for the mischief dancing in his eyes, the scars across his body, the love shared between them. A shadow of the real thing. But he masked his bitterness with a teasing smile as he took the other man's cock in his mouth.

They'd fucked for hours, whispering sweet nothings in between rough thrusts. When Gabriel closed his eyes, he could almost fool himself, almost imagine his Antonio. But the image slipped from his mind like smoke through fingers. The mortal man's voice was off, his hands too soft. And when Gabriel finally came, he moaned out Antonio's name, but the other man would never know the difference.

Antonio had fallen asleep beside him, but for Gabriel, sleep escaped him. His thoughts ran a million miles an hour, and he cursed himself for getting drunk enough for this. Finally he stood and threw on a bathrobe, heading out into his kitchen to find some distraction. But in only the time it took to make a cup of coffee later, he found himself sitting at his table and staring out the window into some memory. An all too common habit of his. The night sky, a melancholic painting of white spots against black, was his frequent friend in these brooding hours.

With a sigh Gabriel stared down into his coffee, idly tapping his fingers on the table. His thoughts returned again to Antonio, to how he'd left a love so incredible, and for what reason? He'd let his insecurities get to him. The constant arguing had worn him out, and he hadn't been sure if he wanted to stick around and work their issues out. So Gabriel had left on an impromptu sailing trip, only to let the years pass him by. What a fool he'd been.

He closed his eyes, shutting out frustrated tears, and wondered where to go from here. The engagement ring Antonio had returned to him laid on his windowsill, a stark reminder of all he'd left. And so he sat there in the dark, just past 2 AM, holding a cold cup of coffee and asking himself why.

[sininensalo-a]

There was once a young Finn Jaska, Who could top anyone he want’a When times were tough And dicks were rough His was still the masta’

shy in the streets, wilding in the sheets // accepting

[musikstadtwien]

Hc + Prater Park

audi has never been one for amusement rides except for the ones considered relatively tame. that being said, there’s still enough at Prater Park to keep her entertained. perhaps the ghost train and the horror attractions don’t scare her anymore, but every once in a while when she visits she’ll indulge in some of the more ‘exciting’ attractions. her favorite part of the park is the people. though the rides and attractions are fun and the food is good, audelina’s favorite part of the park is strolling through and seeing how the people have changed. the park isn’t what it was more than a hundred years ago, and neither or the people that roam it. people-watching brings along a feeling of pleasant nostalgia and also a curiosity for the future.

[teatimescones]

Northern Gales, Southern Isles

Battle cries. Battle cries everywhere. 

The small nation was huddling behind the shrubs, panicked emeralds staring at the battle scene unfurling before him.

His people had ambushed the northern seafarers who had set their feet on his land, taking advantage of the lush forests which were unfamiliar terrains for the Norse. His people were determined, but the Vikings were violent battlers — he feared for their lives.  

It came true as one of his courageous warriors fell. It was a fair maiden, her cheeks still retaining their chubbiness from childhood. Her weapon was knocked out of her grasp from a muscular man, his yellowish teeth baring at her in amusement of her helpless situation. 

Seeing red, Arthur pulled an arrow out the sack from his back and shot the man without thinking. Not bothering to check whether the man was dead, he had sprung to his feet and rushed to her side. 

Noticing that a group of Vikings was already closing in, Arthur realised there was no way for the girl to escape to safety. Quickly pushing her to the ground, he spread his tiny body across her to shield her from harm. 

Angry tears streamed down his face as he silently berated himself for being weak. 

Weak enough that he couldn’t even keep his people and land safe and sound, away from constant invasions. 

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