#spatflame

[unemort]

@spatflame i am fucking gay for 1 fucking woman

[hangdevil-a]

       ❛      IS  IT  MY  FACE  YOU  SEE  ?  do  i  mock  you  in  your  sleep  ?     ❜

@spatflame  !  *

[bewitcheds]

The fact that nobody wanted to cook breakfast for my mom so she texted everyone in the house individually 'Can't believe that no one wants to make breakfast. Smh. God forbid I get sick. Hope no one gets sick next cause I will doing the same' ..... She is kin with ish..... She is... The drama of it all..

if u see the tag character study, it’s bc this is Ismahan. this is actually her

[kanaboni]

❛   YOU’RE BEING SELFISH,   NADINE!         there is no other way around it.   ❜   they are as the sun,   not the warmth and light but the blistering heat.   scorching,   consuming.   hellions   :   rage filled,   vindictive.   the rancid   /   rotting kin to the morningstar and triple six.   ❛   she can’t fight.   she is too scared,   something you must consider.   i won’t let you force her.   ❜   he never wishes to raise his voice,   not to her at least.   as some demons may find home in one another.   but hellions are natural kin killers,   it’s in his discolored veins.  //  @spatflame

[shapetorn]

'I love you ' answer this rn ⌐╦╦═─

LOVE ,  WHAT DID IT MEAN TO LOVE ?     you had long thought yourself solely a creation of death and destruction.  love , a concept that you had observed within the most pure of heart through centuries of time.  the courtship and love of two soft lovers on a bed of satin ;  could demons, even in the depth of hell not love?      you had never been soft, the creation of true form only developed for the sake of devils bidding ; for the sake of devouring the souls of the evil.   perhaps you could even argue that this was indeed gods work.  the hands of the bodies you found home within were often ones that you felt too hard to hold that of a lover , one that would leave your bed within the morning. centuries searching for a meaning of your own existence, an understanding of just how long you would exist and if there could be anything wholesome about you.   

as if there there could be something close to the concept of love.  a feeling that you believed long lost yet stunned you with the existence of this girl.  a girl that was more fire than ice ; a girl with such fervent for all that she dared approach. something unexpected , something that had stopped you dead in your tracks ; the longing for something other than the constant stench of death, something that long lived in the essence of your molecular make up.   these words, whispered softly from plump lips of your lover   ;    your girl.     

your hand reaches forward, inked fingers of borrowed body brush the skin of her chin, gracing way down to her neck. arm finds home at the curve of her back and guide her closer to you.  a soft kiss to her lips, a deep breath.  something here, holding this strong girl within your arms , has stilled any doubt within your mind.    has brought a new sense of understanding to your mind. thankful for a body that you could touch her with. 

and with words, ever so soft ; you curve a smile.      “ i love you too. ”

                                 @spatflame       ; ) 

[scoutcode-blog]

mason, on call: a case study on yordles and gender, by terra.

me: shut up, nerd !

[gunsblazing]

@spatflame

me: calls mason

we: talk

mason: starts outright playing remix to ignition

me: hangs the fuck up

[shapetorn]

this is me every time that mason posts something about nadine or tells me all about his world building and lore that he’s spawned inside that brilliant brain noodle of his. i hope he continues to thrive and that everyone knows how fucking amazing nadine is and how many dimensions and how much depth she has as a character. i’m living. i lov e mason sm.