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Yes, Lobco imagined that it would take a long time to recover from that. Knowing how loving a person Wadanohara is, Sal’s betrayal must have cut deeper than the sword he wielded; Lobco was well acquainted with just how much such an act could hurt.

It still hurt even now.

Yet here she was, moving forward. It was to be commended and Wadanohara had Lobco’s respect for it.

At the mention of the blood magic, however, Lobco wrinkles her nose. It’s not something they use often, and she’s always given plenty of time in between to rest up. Truth be told that wasn’t what bothered her; what bothered her was how she had been forced to kill so many people for no other reasons than the machinations of Sal. Lobco felt no regret given that she had helped save Wadanohara and her familiars but...the fact that scenario had only occurred because of that shark filled her with bile.

When Wadanohara dismissed Lobco’s warnings about how well she would handle Pitch Lobco couldn’t help but make a face. She didn’t doubt the witch’s skill, but Pitch World in many ways made the Red Sea look like a happy frolic through flowers.

Well, no doubt if and when she came to visit that Chlomaki would give her the same warnings.

“Only about five days more, so I’m certain we’ll have plenty of time.”

#moonlightseawitch #c: wadanohara #{feel free to ignore this since it's like a million years old}#t: 003

( @lcrdarryns )

for days she’s been busy. she wanted to keep her mind from what had imploded with nikolai, her embarrassment that she had been left for a lowborn girl he fancied and the discourse that had now formed between their two houses. she hated the way that people now looked at her, whispered her name behind her back because of what had happened and god, she had not wanted to marry him either, but she still would have done her duty. she would have married him, provided him with heirs, united their houses as she was bid too. even in spite of the fact that she was being pulled toward want, towards something entirely sinful. it was the latter especially that had her wanting to keep her mind so busy considering what had happened between her and tyron once she told him of her broken betrothal. even in the days that passed, she could still feel his lips against her own. each time she closed her eyes she could still see his face, the look in his eyes before she’d done what she wanted to for so long. the guilt she’d felt afterward though had been fierce. she’d somewhat been able to convince herself that it was innocent, that they could dance back and forth around everything as long as nothing really happened. but now something had, and she had betrayed a friend because of her own wants and desires. more than that though, she had betrayed much of what she’d believed in and she was terrified of knowing that she would do it again in a heartbeat.

even now, when she’d decided that she would stay away from him, she finds herself heading toward his room anyway. she could have self control, couldn’t she? keeping her composure was something she was all too good at, but there was simply something about him that made it near impossible. it made her want to ignore all she knew and instead do what she wanted. before his lips had met hers she’d still had her composure, could deny how much she really wanted him. now though? she was fumbling with her self control. raising her hand, she knocks thrice upon his door. “tyron? it’s dominyka.” she waits for permission to enter and when she receives it, she turns the handle and walks in, eyes on the floor before they travel upwards and her entire body freezes, the door held wide open. she’s seen a handful of man shirtless before, but none were of interest to her. not like he is. her eyes start at his lower stomach, raking over toned muscles before moving up to broad shoulders and strong arms. she even feels her breath his when she catches sight of the veins on his arms. “gods.” she whispers before somewhat coming back to herself, her hand moving to cover her eyes. “you said to come in!” her heart thrums heavily against her chest, the expression on her face a mixture of shock and amusement.

#t: 003 #thread: shirtless encounter #thread #it took me twelve years to find this gif and it STILL wasnt the one i wanted.

TEXT ✉️ SANTANA → BRITTANY

Santana: Hey QT

Santana: All ready for tomorrow? :)

[a beat]

Santana: Can't wait to be alone w you....

#t: Brittany #t: 003

Minute by minute || @Rodolissa

Rodolphus Lestrange deitou seus olhos pelas belas louças, talheres e enfeites que adornavam a mesa redonda do restaurante, incapaz de reprimir um sorriso de antecipação que alastrava no rosto astuto. Aparentemente tudo estava nos conformes para o tão esperado encontro.

Oh, era bom sentir aquele murmúrio de excitação, aquela onda de energia impulsiva, um sussurro quente em sua nuca predizendo êxito. Ele olhou para o relógio, sabendo que a qualquer momento, a mais bela flor dos Black chegaria para alegrar sua noite, tornando tudo ainda mais perfeito.

Escutou passos, porém não era ela, não ainda. O metre trouxe para ele o cardápio contendo os melhores vinhos que possuíam no hotel, aquela era a única coisa que Rodolphus não havia preparado previamente. Olhou cada um deles, escolhendo o que combinaria com a refeição já pensada para aquela noite especial.

Gesticulou para que o homem deixasse o local, voltando a ficar sozinho. Em outros momentos a espera seria considerada uma tortura, mas não ali. Pegou o bouquet com as mais belas rosas vermelhas, segurando nos braços. Aquele era um clichê, mas não importava, ele conseguia ser um homem romântico quando lhe convinha.

#Minute by minute #turnos: cissablack-rp #t: 003

"Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood?"

@cantbebroken asked from xXx

“Heeeeeeey!” He tried to be cool with Jace’s unexpected appearance on his doorstep. “You’re early.” He glanced at his phone just to double check, and yes… he was about a half hour early. Strange. Generally the boy ran late, which was why Grimm agreed to meeting up with him the same night as a fight. He figured he’d have a half hour to get cleaned up, take a shower, and tend to injuries, that way when he explained why his face was bruised up and why his eyes was swelling shut, at least the damage wouldn’t look worse than it was. Having just gotten home, though, he was a mess: sweat still wet in his hair, busted lip, blackening eye, blood on his face and over his shoulders, some more blood on his shorts.

“Well… some of it’s mine. Some of it’s the bison’s.” He said the name with exaggeration and a wave of fingers, as if the name was mystical somehow, but really not. “Come inside and I’ll explain? I need to get some more ice to keep the swelling down.”

#cantbebroken #t: 003

TEXT MESSAGE → BLARREN

BLAINE: Nice angle? ;) My photo is purely innocent, I can assure you.

BLAINE: I would've responded on Instagram, but I have this very strong feeling that a few of my friends would butt in.

[ A BEAT ]

BLAINE: Get it? Butt in. Because you were commenting on the angle.

BLAINE: I thought it was funny.

#t: 003 #text #t: dc

Bianca looked at the bottom of her half-filled red solo cup, smiling up at Joey as she spoke to him. She was having fun talking with him, and was flattered he was flirting with her. All of the girls wanted her to date him, but Bianca was still a little bit hesitant. Giggling, she excused herself to find the keg, hoping to get another beer. The waited in the mob of kids, making small, meaningless conversations with her peers. While she was waiting, Bianca couldn’t help but to scan the crowd, looking for the mop of brown hair she knew belonged to Cameron. She hoped he did agree to her invitation, because she was excited to see him again and introduce him to more people. She had hopes everyone in the school could be friends, despite the constant cliques, but of course she couldn’t articulate that to Chastity. After her beer was finally filled, she wandered around the house party, in all honesty trying to avoid a run in with her friends. Finally, she spotted Cameron, and delight panned across her lips. “Hey, Cam!” she said, walking up to him. She brushed her hair out of her face and took a sip from her cup. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she giggled. “How’re you?” she bounced on the balls of her feet, looking up at him.