#pixieseer

[hunt-the-hare]

@pixieseer asked: “I wanna do bad things to you” ( Ali to danse 🙂‍↕️✌️) send the tin can an ask !!

                Brows  furrow,  chest  rising  as  lips  part  to  inhale.  Even  his  breathing  looks  meticulous,  well  thought  out  and  planned  ahead.  Her  words  took  him  by  surprise,  that's  for  sure.  He's  not  quite  positive  on  how  to  navigate  this.  What  he  has  done  to  warrant  such  a  response,  he's  not  sure.  Though  he  shakes  his  head  no,  eyes  landing  on  the  small  woman  in  front  of  him.

                "  I  would  rather  you  did  not,  Alice.  "

                The  look  she  gives  him  makes  him  has  his  brows  raising  in  realization.  Lips  form  as  if  to  say  'oh',  he  understands  now,  but  it  dies  before  he's  able  to  properly  speak.  A  blush  spreads  from  one  ear  to  the  other  across  tanned,  scarred  flesh.  He  averts  eye  contact,  embarrassment  obvious.

                "  I-  forgive  me.  I  didn't  realize  you  meant  it...  "  Words  once  again  fall  short  as  he  rereads  the  info  given  to  him.  A  harsh  swallow,  and  he's  nodding  in  agreement  this  time.

                "  Please,  I'm  yours  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  "

[laeconin]

@pixieseer asked: The stars speak to us tonight, whispering secrets of forgotten realms.”

Legolas   stood   beside   Alice   ,   their   gaze   drawn   to   the   vast   tapestry   of   the   night   sky.   The   stars   shimmered   like   diamonds   scattered   upon   a   deep   velvet   canvas,   each   one   a   story   waiting   to   be   told.   To   the   elven   prince,   the   constellations   wove   tales   of   ancient   lands   and   forgotten   heroes,   whispering   secrets   of   realms   long   lost   to   time.

His   keen,   elven   eyes   could   see   beyond   the   mere   glimmers   of   light;   they   perceived   the   echoes   of   histories   that   shaped   the   world.   Yet,   as   he   glanced   sideways   at   Alice,   he   noticed   the   difference   in   her   expression.   She   was   entranced,   her   eyes   reflecting   the   starlight,   but   there   was   something   else   in   her   gaze—an   unfathomable   depth   that   hinted   at   visions   only   she   could   comprehend.

He   marveled   at   her   unique   perception   of   reality,   where   the   mundane   and   the   extraordinary   intertwined   in   ways   he   could   scarcely   understand.

Legolas   turned   his   head   slightly,   intrigued   by   her   words.   For   all   his   connection   to   the   celestial   and   the   ethereal,   he   wondered   what   secrets   the   stars   revealed   to   her.   In   his   world,   the   cosmos   sang   of   ancient   prophecies   and   destinies   entwined,   but   could   she   hear   a   different   melody,   one   that   transcended   even   his   elven   ears?

“Indeed,   they   do,”   he   replied,   his   voice   low   and   contemplative.   “But   what   do   they   reveal   to   you,   dear   Alice?”

[storiecraft]

pixieseer sent: i'll handle this. just let me handle this. ( for Rosalie! )

rosalie stands as still as a statue as she stares at bella. she feels the phantom thumping of her still heart and the imaginary tightening of her chest. rage is one emotion that she'll never forget the physical sensations of. she felt it during some of her last moments as a human, and she imagines she feels it nearly every time bella is in the room. she shoots a glare in alice's direction. "fine. come find me when she leaves." she doesn't try to whisper or keep this out of bella's earshot. and once it's said, she turns on her designer heel and stalks out of the room. she'll apologize to alice for snapping at her later, she decides. besides, she wants to 'handle it,' and rosalie certainly won't argue there.

@pixieseer / meme

[micahsawyer-archive]

@pixieseer said: 🙌

a grunt falls from micah's mouth as he registers the strength of alice's grip against his throat and then he's grinning; something real, something entirely genuine and often reserved only for alice these days. had they any other kind of relationship, micah might've feared for his life, but he knows she's holding back on his account. there is nothing resembling fear in micah's gaze as she twists his head to the side and leans in to lick the blood spilling from a cut on his cheek. her breath against his skin has a growl of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest. micah knows she's quite capable of killing him — and it only incites him more, the duality of it. the way her touch could just as easily bring about his death. [ it would be an honor to die at her hand. ... i wonder what it would feel like to have her take the breath from my lungs. ]

micah's fingers wrap tightly around alice's wrist, his free arm snaking around her lithe form to lift her from the floor and pull her body up against him. micah likes that she's so small — that he can hold her up like this with ease. or when he has to bend down to place a kiss against her lips. the irony in alice's small, non-threatening appearance doesn't escape him. with encouraging pressure and a bright gleam in his heated gaze, micah presses her grip harder into the sides of his throat. when he speaks, his voice comes out a little strained, but micah doesn't seem to mind. "i ought'a give you a knife right now, baby, if you'll do that every time i bleed."

[doesoft-a]

💛 our muses’ relationship 

elena gilbert and ali cullen's current relationship moodboard. ↪ made for pixieseer ♡

[hunt-the-hare]

@pixieseer asked: [ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes. ( from Ali to danse ) reaction prompts !!

                His  entire  body  goes  stiff.  Like  a  statue  in  an  unsuspecting  storm,  even  if  that  storm  is  smaller  than  he  by  quite  the  large  margin.  It  still  packed  a  powerful  punch,  eyes  wide,  unsure  of  what  his  next  move  should  be.  He  never  moved  without  calculation,  but  those  were  always  in  familiar  scenarios.  Blood  and  fire  power,  grenades,  people  dying,  but  this  is  completely  uncharted  territory  for  him.  He  was  not  trained  for  this,  and  no  amount  of  preparation  could  have  readied  him  for  it.

                Though  he  would  be  lying  had  he  said  he  didn't  think  about  it.  That's  all  it  ever  was,  just  a  thought,  but  those  who  could  read  minds  wouldn't  know  what  to  even  think  of  it.  It  never  went  past  lips  on  lips,  really.  He  didn't  even  know  the  comfort  of  his  own  hand.  Sure,  once  or  twice,  but  it  wasn't  something  of  interest  to  him.  The  Brotherhood  had  been  all  he  truly  needed  in  life,  but  in  all  fairness,  it  was  also  all  he  knew.  Why  did  he  need  anything  else  when  he  had  his  family  right  here  ??

                Even  with  him  bent  nearly  halfway  over  to  even  reach  Alice,  all  of  this  lasted  less  than  a  second.  He  reciprocates,  as  best  as  the  inept  Paladin  could,  though  he  hopes  that  his  actions  clearly  show  interest  in  hers.  He  presses  his  lips  back  to  hers,  hand  falling  on  her  waist  to  bring  her  in  as  close  as  he  could  possibly  manage,  with  their  comical  height  difference.  Even  if  he's  not  good  at  this,  he  hopes  she  understands.

                The  Paladin  is  starting  to  see  what  he  missed  out  on.

[doesoft-aa]

elena's head tilts to the side , lips pulling into a small smirk. sure there wasn't a number that comes to mind when it came to love , but if she had to imagine just for a minute , that number seemed astronomical when ali was the topic. her friend bleeds love into her almost every day , every action or slew of words that pull from ali's lips always felt like love. ❝ hm... ❞ a slender finger gently taps against her chin , feigning a mere thought. her arms spread out in a delicate span , wiggling fingers before curling her arms taught around her best friend. ❝ this much , more even ! ❞

@pixieseer asked : ❝ you have no idea how much you mean to me. ❞

[floripire]

☁ ( it’s a bee, she couldn’t resist. A lil bumble bee in a pink sweater and glittery wings )

redecorating the flori-pire’s lair / @pixieseer

"ah!" a small squeal escapes her lips as she throws her arms around alice in an impromptu hug. "i love this so much! thank you!" floribeth already knows that this little bumblebee with a pink sweater and glittery wings would be the perfect best friend for saint jude, a black cat plushie that another friend had gifted her.

"this... is raven adler, after the first woman to present at the def con hacker conference." after all: float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.