#othrsouls

[mausolea]

subtle smut sentence starters @othrsouls: ❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜ / cat to as

“ if that is what you want,  mon amour. ”  words are breathed into the angel’s ear,  asmodeus’ breath hot against her skin as his fingers grip her waist.  only a short moment passes before the demon pushes caterina against the wall and firmly presses their body against hers, pinning her there.  lips meet her neck with greedy kisses.  “ i would never deny you your desires. ”

[outahell]

   ❝  𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠            anything   different ?       change   it   up   from   dolly ?  ❞      

@othrsouls​  ​                 ♡  

[mthrgoose]

--- “ hi, honey! i’m just calling to check in - your mom said she hasn’t heard from you in a couple days. ” it’s a rare moment of levity and quiet since he’s arrived at miramar, with maverick having taken the group to the beach for a little team building exercise. goose had stayed behind - his chair has never been very good with sand, and it provides him with an opportunity to keep an eye on the other bradshaw that he worries so much about. here, he can be close enough to bradley, but autumn is still so damn far. “ how’s school going? made anything interesting for me to put on the fridge back home? ”    @othrsouls liked this. 

[dxsole]

@othrsouls | Liked For A Lyric Starter

He can feel her as she sits next to him in the bar and he doesn’t even have to look her way to know she was staring at him, probably wondering if he’s gotten off his high horse and come to his senses. As he lowers the beer he’s drinking, he thinks about how flawed that thinking is; Anton wasn’t capable of coming to his senses. “Well I'm a just a single fella,” This earns him an elbow to the ribs which makes him wheeze and chuckle. “With a lot on my mind...an’ I'm a lookin' for me a woman.” Again, he doesn’t have to look her way to know she was still trying to remain upset with him. “But she's mighty hard to find.”

[arcanetrickstr]

@othrsouls.

baz’s   nerves   were   alight;   he   felt   each   sway   of   the   boat,   heard   each   creak   as   if   it   were   his   own   bones.   there’d   been   murmurs   among   the   crew   of   trouble   at   home,   on   the   island.   baz’d   never   been.   he   was   too   new,   too   recently   recruited   to   have   been   to   the   island,   but   he’d   heard   stories.   the   bars,   bright   throughout   the   night   with   candles   and   song,   the   markets   that   smelled   of   mulled   wines   and   fresh   fruits.   a   pirate   haven.   and   the   queen.   she   was   lovely,   he’d   heard.   a   sight   for   sore   eyes,   and   clever,   too.   ❛   she’s   a   force   to   be   reckoned   with,   ❜   the   quartermaster   warns,   arms   tense   as   he   pulls   the   oars   toward   himself   ❛   but   follow   the   rules,   and   you’ll   do   just   fine   ❜   he   follows   with   a   toothy   grin.

the   boat   lurches   beneath   him   as   the   hull   hits   the   soft,   sandy   floor;   lurches   again   as   each   man   stands,   jumps   into   the   shallow   water.   baz   follows   suit,   grabs   the   hull   and   drags   until   the   rowboat   is   secure   on   shore.   and   then,   he   drinks   it   in.   the   island   is   surreal   in   its   beauty.   the   shore   leads   to   rolling   hills,   over   which   he   can   see   streets,   bustling   with   carriages   and   folks   of   all   sorts.   one   of   the   crew,   a   woman   older   than   him,   smiles   and   pats   his   shoulder.   ❛      welcome   home,   kid   ❜      she   smiles.   baz   nods,   unable   to   find   words.   his   chest   feels   heavy,   but   he   can’t   quite   place   why.   something   about   this   place   feels   right.

❛   we   better   get   you   up   to   the   castle   ❜   she   points   up   the   hill,   where   a   stone   wall   stands   above   the   treeline.   ❛   it’s   time   you   met   the   queen.   ❜

[motleyscrew]

“hey, clarabelle,” jesse drawls as he limps into the med bay and settles himself heavy against the wall. he’s holding his whole body weight up against the doorframe with his robotic hand, near driving divots into the metal of the frame with how tight his fist is clenched. his whole body is aching something awful. “ange around? found myself up shit creek earlier, and let’s just say i couldn’t fashion myself a paddle in time. got a little roughed up,” he smiles weakly at her, “ain’t as spry and sprightly as i used to be. you mind lookin’ at this sorry mug for a while, if i sit and wait for the doc?”

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[deductry]

➳  @othrsouls​​​ |  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅

Sherlock’s arms offered a warm shelter for his sister as her heart continued bursting through her eyes and nose, making absolutely no sense in her rant.

“Breakdowns like this are normal when kicking, Sherri.” He whispered as he pulled a long piece of toilet paper from the roll and used it to wipe her watery snot. “You’re currently trying to handle emotions, all those pesky things you used to dull out with the usage of drugs.”

He continued cleaning her face, suddenly thinking about a memory of doing the same when she was only three years old, and her wet crying had disgusted his child self enough to take the initiative to wipe her nose.

“I tease and threaten you, but the truth is that I want you. And I don’t want you going anywhere else.” he felt awkward saying it out loud, but it was the truth she needed to hear, and for once he felt confident enough to say it, knowing that Joan didn’t eavesdrop. “I want this to be your home.”

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@othrsouls​

               ❝ Hey, I got you a Christmas present. ❞ He hands her an envelope scrawled with her name on it. Inside is a portrait James has done of Holly, in one of her many sessions practicing the guitar that he’d bought for her earlier on. He’s known for giving great gifts every year, but this time, he’s gone above and beyond--- he doesn’t usually have much time to do portraits, as much as he loves them. ❝ Hope it looks like you anyhow, I thought so. ❞