#still dk

[c7b3rzp4c3]

"oh yeah lemme take a DES (dissacociative experiences scale) test" i said. sighs deeply

[hoodinimartini]

made these for my au ships oop-

[alexanderbabe]

i honestly hope malia and lydia tag team beating the shit out of liam for bringing theo back

[unicornwithablog]

idk

[asymmetrics]

w the recent tgre chapters im wondering if i should add tsukikane to my otp

[desensitiizedarchived]

do I keep my current bg or do I change it into this

[motherofskeletons]

harvest of fire.

She had hair that smelled like exotic Eastern spices, laced perfume-soft against the golden landscape of her skin. Indigo blue-dark in the moonlight, like the pelt of a panther -- it was fitting. It is always long, always brushes the elegant curve of her neck and the strong sweep of her jaw.

There are touches, here and there, of a sensual grace that has wrapped itself around her bones, stitched itself into the curve of her hips -- he's reminded of the belly-dancing outfit she wore, the way the red-gold fabric was slung slow low on the bladed bones, the way the diamond sparkled in her navel.

The way she smiles is sharp, the corner of lush lips hitching up enough to mimic the emotion, but it never quite reaches the leonine gold of her eyes. She is all edge and dangerous, a woman borne of mysticism and ancient magic, like some temple-bound goddess broke free. 

She is not a woman to be messed with, Bruce knows this. And yet he can't seem to stay away.