#shcdevil

[samenkomen]

“𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. drag me down - i won't make a sound. i want you to.”

@shcdevil​    /  /    you are so beautiful - emigrate

[artsymp]

     “ O-oh, it’s pouring! Here, take my umbrella -- Don’t wanna ruin your clothes! They look... Expensive... ”

                                                                 ✨ @shcdevil​​  ♡’d !!

[wxrldkillerarchive]

@shcdevil​​   said   :   "   i just need someone to hold me .   someone to tell me everything's going to be okay   …   "   [   cracks   in   the   armor   :   closed !   ]

               "   nonsense   ,   sheereen-am.   "   the   words   roll   off   his   tongue   effortlessly   ,   like   a   melody .   "   you   and   i   ,   we   are   …   des   dieux .   gods .   we   do   not   need   others   to   depend   on .   they   depend   on   us   ,   for   we   could   destroy   them   with   a   thought .   "   he   smiles   coyly   ,   tilting   his   head .   his   smile   fades   as   he   evaluates   her .   "   i   thought   of   you   differently .   "   a   pause .   "   perhaps   you   are   not   ready   for   this .   "   

[samenkomen]

30.!

30 = meaning behind your url it means come together, or coming together. 😉

tmi either for mun or muse!    /  /    @shcdevil

[diicktective]

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them. / only if you want! 💀

N$FW Muse Reaction Prompts // @shcdevil

           “ WELL . ” Swift lets the magnetized air to pull him towards Narcissa till scarce centimeters separate their faces. Reflexively, he licks his lips, but his hands stay at his sides despite how DRAWN they are to her hips. “Dont’cha wanna TAKE whatcha WANT ? ”

[meddled-a]

@shcdevil​ was in a world of their own 

         xeno was so open to the world . he was all split seams and emotion leaking through his skin . he had never been able to hide anything , at least anything that meant something to him . whether narcissa knew it or not she meant something to him . he had tried to deny it , but the flushed hue of his cheeks was damnation enough . so he had stopped trying to hide it , he just wouldn’t act on it . he was smart enough to know how odd he was in comparison with the rest of the world . he took the friendship where he found it , afraid to press his luck .  xeno shift where he stood , eyes glancing over the various ice cream flavors that were before them . “ first time i’ve gotten out of the office all week and i’m at a loss of what to choose . all those hours looking forward to this moment and i’m blanking , ” there’s a charming , almost dopey , grin on his features . his hands clasped behind his back . 

         he tried to mull it over for a moment more before shaking his head . “ i don’t want to choose . ” xeno declared , leaning back on his heels . he looked over at narcissa , quirking his lips toward the side . “ i propose we get a bunch of them , just tiny cups , and split them . what do you say ?  it would be my treat . ” he was just starting up his newspaper , so his living was modest , but the could swing this . xeno wanted to make this a good moment with all of his heart . his eyebrows raise , “ it could be fun . ” he added , as if that would entice her . “ and i think we both could use a little more of that . ”

[sacrillegea]

“  saying my name is so intimate,  why would you do that to me?  ”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Her breath is heavy with teeth biting down on her bottom lip. She stares with an intensity.  The kind that makes you question whether you should run from her or towards. ( it seems this dog has a few tricks up her sleeve ). Digits brush over the cambion’s cheek before bringing her lips to the same spot.  “I thought you liked intimate narcissa.”

[flurdall-a]

@shcdevil​​ said:  🍷 your muse finds my muse drunk ! || 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕝 𝕣𝕡 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 || ask

She’s entirely too drunk for the fourth night in a row -- there really is no other reason for her to be this fucked up other than the apple cider whiskey she clutched so tightly to her chest tasted almost exactly like something from her childhood that she just can’t quite place. Somehow she had stumbled into public     ( never good when Tallah is this plastered )     and caught sight of personified beauty.

She’s like a moth to a flame, drawn to her with delight and wonder.

     “ Oi, lassy -- you’re… you’re gorgeous, although I’m sure you know that. ”