#saintedevil

[genitrice-old]

@saintedevil​ ♡’d   for   the   soft

 “   MOON   CAKES,   ”         head   tilts   to   point   towards   the   pastries   cooling   off   on   the   table,   reaching   over   to   gently   pry   leia’s   hand   away   when   she   reaches   for   them   from   her   high   chair.   luke,   taking   advantage   of   his   mother’s   attention   being   elsewhere,   stands   up   in   his   to   lean   towards   matthew,   teetering   on   the   edge.         “   you’ve   been   gone   a   while.   thought   i’d   make   something   sweet   for   when   you   came   home.   careful,   though.   they’re   very   hot.   ”

[etrnty]

KISSY    MEME    PROMPT     .     NOT    ACCEPTING     .   @saintedevil​

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄   𝐃𝐎   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇   𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄   𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐉𝐀𝐖   ,      soft   &   warm  as  pollen  laced  summers  breeze .      how  deeply  beautiful  this  soul  ETERNITY  gazes  upon  be  ,   the  perfect  reflection  of  LIFE  ;    unshattering  endurance  against  the  perceived  impossible  ,   spitting  in  the  face  of  unjust  cruelty   &   death  itself   ---   surviving  until  the  very  end .      they  wonder  for  the  briefest  of  moments  what  aforementioned  personification  thinks  of  him   ;    the  soul  within  life’s  grasp  whom  soon  tilts  ever  so  up  his  chin   &   places  most  loving  of  kisses  upon  those  all - too  human  of  lips .

[bllakcat-a]

@saintedevil​​​ ​:   ❛   nothing  can  hurt  you .   ❜ ask prompt :   MEME.  /  ACCEPTING .

        ❝   any   reason   for     THE  FLATTERY ?     ❞     flattery   ,   but    holding   onto   truth  !   was   that   not   the   way   she   rolled ?      almost   a  rule   by  now  :      AND  ONE  OF  THE  FEW  RULES  SHE  FOLLOWS  !   THE  CAT  DOES  THE  SCRATCHING !      she ,    often   left   without   a   scar   !        LADY   LUCK   BLESSED   HER      like   that  ,    &    what   she   does   not   handle  :    THE  FELINE   HANDLES  THE  REST :  SKILLS  SHARPENED  TO  A  DIAMOND !     coy   tilt   of  head  ,     the   curving   of    dark   lips    imitate   along  !      ❝    asking   me   to   share   some   LUCK  ,   hm  ?        ----------------    CRUEL    to    take    an  advantage    of   a  girl   like   that  ,        you   know  ?   ❞       oh  ,    who   would   she  be  to   speak  :    when   she   can   form   words   so   beautiful  ,    CONVINCE  OTHERS   TO   DANCE   ALONG   HER  PLANS . 

[felinoir-a]

@saintedevil cont.

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁. The thing she whipped out to push back on accusations from the Spider that she’s the bad girl that others make her out to be, that proves that she’s more than just a greedy, selfish, self-serving thief. It wasn’t something she normally allowed herself to get involved in, the run of the mill dealings of organized crime if there wasn’t something in it for her. But something tugged at her heart strings, eavesdropping as she pilfered the contents of their wall safe —— pocketing the sole USB drive as plans were discussed to disappear a local lawyer.

The Cat was practically playing hero  [  it made her want to gag  ]  .

❝  Rumor has it that you’re representing a witness to a crime allegedly committed by a particularly nasty little Russian crew. And allegedly . . .  ❞  The blonde thief reaches to tangle her fingers with his, clandestinely pressing the USB drive into the palm of his hand with a firm squeeze. It was easy to keep her words quiet when she was leaning heavily into his side, pressing close like they were lovers instead of two strangers on the street. ❝  They think that they can convince you to talk.  ❞

She nudged him closer to the center of the bustling sidewalk, ignoring the glares of other pedestrians. Her hand slid back up to the crux of his elbow, turning to beam at the lawyer she had accosted. ❝  Spend much time in Queens lately, babe? I think it might be more your speed than the Kitchen is these days.  ❞

[0ctobres]

@saintedevil liked !

the only thing peter's never liked about new york city ( aside from near constant crimes ) is the screen of smog which blocks out the stars . with enough altitude , that's a problem easily solved , though he hadn't wanted to make his delivery man climb flights upon flights of stairs . flat on his back , peter stares at the slice of pizza growing cold in his hand . ❛ i used t' think there was a reason i became spider - man . ❜ he says to matt suddenly , head falling back into his palm to gaze into the inky blue - black expanse above . ❛ so i could finally see my worth , or . . . put into the world what i wanted t' see . but now . . . ❜ a reflective beat . he'll shove the rest of his extra pepperoni in his mouth before sitting up , kicking feet slung over building's edge . peter talks around his food as he chews . ❛ i just dunno . d'you ever feel like that ? ❜

[whitesuited-arch]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.     /     @saintedevil​​.   “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.” (come back to bed, sharon >/)

NEITHER ONE OF THEM IS A STRANGER TO THE MIDNIGHT HOURS ---------- late nights are PART AND PARCEL of what they do and who they are. (   and so is forgoing sleep entirely in order to wait up for the other one; sharon’s spent more than a few nights out on her fire escape waiting for him to come home in ONE PIECE. she trusts him, but she can’t always say the same for the rest of HELL’S KITCHEN.   ) 

but tonight she finds herself channeling his DAY JOB more than the other, sitting on the floor of his living room in the middle of a manila folder - colored - blossom, files and dossiers spread out in a system only she understands. she leans against his leg with a sigh, taking the IMPOSED BREAK as an opportunity to rub her eyes. “i know, this took a little longer than i’d planned.”

so much for that ‘ i’ll be along in a few minutes, go on without me ’ promise three hours prior ------------ or had it been four?

          “you should go sleep ----- we both shouldn’t end up dead on our feet tomorrow morning.”

[starszakrewsaysbye]

lips are pressed into the skin of her shoulder, making a trail up and along her neck until he reaches her cheek, his left arm winding around her waist until she'd flush against him. a single index finger crooks under her chin to kiss her lips, he takes his time, lets the warmth of the sunrise wash over them, lets the sounds of the city drown until nothing but their hearts exist in his living room. "happy birthday, darling," he grins, kissing her again.

They     lounge     about     in     the     sun     like     cats,     curled     loosely     around     each     other     as     they     murmur     soft     words     in     the     early     morning     light.     She     accepts     the     kiss     with     familiar     ease,     pale     hands     sliding     up     his     jaw     and     into     bright     red     curls     as     a     single,     pale     leg     wraps     gently     over     his     hip     to     pull     him     closer.     She     lets     out     an     annoyed     snort     at     the     mention     of     her     birthday,     nipping     a     bit     harshly     at     his     lip     before     soothing     the     ache     with     her     tongue.     “Don’t     remind     me.”     He     tastes     like     vodka     and     coffee     and     the     szarlotka     Stephen     had     brought     over     late     last     night     that     Ciri     had     cried     over     for     hours,     her     finger     dipping     into     the     meringue     time     and     time     again     as     she’d     wept.   

  She     lets     out     another     groan,     rolling     to     pull     his     weight     atop     her     and     burying     her     face     in     the     curve     of     his     shoulder.     Thoughts     of     𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒏     creep     into     her     thoughts     as     her     fingers     curl     gently     around     his     hips,     giving     an     insistent     little     tug     along     with     a     mewl     of     his     name.     “Matty.”     She     refuses     to     let     her     wretched     memories     poison     her     day     with     him,     hands     tugging     clothing     down     and     away     as     he     settles     more     firmly     in     the     cradle     of     her     hips.     There     are     muttered     curses     and     sly     grins,     chaste     and     easy     kisses     exchanged     as     her     laughter     fills     his     mouth.    

@saintedevil​

[motleyscrew]

she’s been running for so long. rowan has lost track of the days spent hiding from her former master with nothing but her droid to keep her company. losing matt ripped a hole in her chest that’s slowly rotting around the edges - it steals the breath from her lungs and fills her body with aching poison. she’s not sure how to go on. rowan’s made herself a makeshift camp in the forests of kashyyk, hoping that no one (especially matt) will find her there. she doesn’t want to think of what he’ll do if he finds her.

he’s here. she can feel him, and by the time she focuses on discerning his distance from her, he’s too close for her to run. slowly, rowan rises to her feet and stares him down, her hand clenched tight around the cold metal of his old lightsaber. rowan swallows hard, the orange glow of the saber flaring to life in her hand. she raises her chin and clenches her jaw as she tries to prepare herself for what she knows is coming. no fear, just as he taught her. “master.” 

@saintedevil // the sad star wars shit we plotted!