#yemaenja

[quotethraven]

@yemaenja​   ❤︎ ‘d for a starter

          “ DANCE  WITH  YOU? ”  He  peers  up  at  her  from  his  novel,  brow  quirking  up  in  question.  With  a  soft,  almost  playful  sigh,  he  sets  the  book  aside  and  stands  up,  moving  close  to  her.  Raven  wasn’t  good  with  things  such  as  this.  He’d  been  alone  for  so  long  that  being  close  to  someone  would  have  made  him  panic  if  it  had  been  anyone  else,  but  Marina...                                            Well,  she  was  different.           HIS  HAND  IS  PLACED  so  cautiously  upon  her  waist.  He  didn’t  know  much  about  socialization,  but  he  did  know  the  basics  of  respecting  women.  Her  hand  is  now  clasped  in  his  and  it’s  nearly  overwhelming.  She’s  warm  beneath  his  touch  and  her  eyes,  so  full  of  trust,  take  up  space  in  his  racing  brain,  “ Is  this  alright? ”  He  murmurs,  shifting  his  stance  to  bring  her  closer  to  him,  “ I  haven’t  danced  in  quite  a  long  time,  so  you’ll  have  to  forgive  me  if  I’m  a  tad  rusty. ”

[jesstanleys]

GIRLHOOD        IS        A        WHITE        STAIN.         she  is  tired  of  it,      trying  to  scrub  herself  clean  from  cleanliness  itself        (        how  do  you  destroy  the  parts  of  yourself  that  have  come  as  ancient  gifts,      passed  from  woman  to  woman  throughout  the  generations?        ACHING         -        ).           the  answer  does  not  matter,          the  question  will  never  be  asked             ;          sometimes,      even,     girlhood  is  sweet.       it  is  sleepovers,     warm  cocoa  in  their  hands,      the  smell  of  jessica’s  perfume  flickering  around  the  room.        PINK.        that’s  how  she  smells.

❛❛   let  me  paint  your  nails.   ❜❜      there  are  other  stains  that  are  half    -    good,    too.      paint  slashed  across  fingertips,         lipstick  smeared  over  lips,       eyeshadow  spread  across  an  open  eye.          was  that  girlhood,  too?         or  some  separate  beast?      jessica  shuffles  to  the  edge  of  her  bed,       catching  marina’s  hand  in  her  own.    ❛❛      blue  or  green?     ❜❜           @yemaenja​

[silverbuiltarc]

@yemaenja​​​   wrote ,     ‘ rush’     tackle    them    to    the    ground.

it   comes   as   a   surprise   that   such   a   tiny   creature   could   force   lanky   muscular   form   to   the   concreted   ground   of   the   institute.      air   is   momentarily   knocked   from   his   lungs   as   back   makes   contact   ,         arms   having   wrapped   around   her   middle   so   that   he   could   pull   her   on   top.      this   done   in   order   to   keep   her   from   getting   hurt.      BROTHERLY   INSTINCTS   ALWAYS   MANAGING   TO   KICK   IN.         her   safety   put   above   his   own   every   time   ,         no   matter   what   the   circumstances   may   be.      the   shadowhunters   look   down   at   them   with   varying   emotion.         some   with   distaste   and   others   with   amusement.         it   did   not   matter   either   way   ,         because   marina’s   affectionate   presence   blurred   all   the   white   noise.         ‘      if   we   were   training   ,         you’d   get   rewarded   for   this.      not   many   people   can   sneak   up   on   me.      ‘               an   unusually   lighthearted   laugh   rises   from   his   throat.      she’s   the   reason   for   a   lot   of   his   happiness   these   days.         ‘         do   you   .   .   .      are   we   going   to   stay   here   on   the   ground   awhile   longer         or   --   ?      ‘      

[stonedgilbert]

@yemaenja​ said :  “What’s wrong?”

Jeremy’s hands darted up quickly in the effort to wipe away the teartracks on his cheeks, heart hammering in his chest. He didn’t quite know how to explain everything that was wrong, because so much was. It wasn’t a simple explanation, and it never could be, no matter how desperately he wanted it to be. “It’s- nothing,” he muttered, clearing his throat quickly as his face turned away from her. “Don’t worry about it.” It’s not like anyone else really did, after all.

[lucarus]

𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂   𝙵𝚃 .  @yemaenja​   :   Smooches     her     cheek.     ❝   Oi,     linda!   ❞

                    WARMTH     SPREADS     FROM     THE     APPLE     OF     HER     CHEEKS     through     the     rest     of     her     body     as     she     feels     the     gentle     touch     from     Marina.     Being     home     had     already     put     her     at     a     sense     of     ease.     She’s     thrown     back     to     distant     memories     that     flash     before     her     eyes     ,     fleeting     and     yet     ever     present.     The     woman     by     her     side     grounds     her     thoughts     to     a     stability     ,     which     only     further     encourages     the     smile     on     her     face.     Away     from     the     hustle     and     bustle     of     newly     moved     into     L.A     ,     Luciana     thinks     she’s     finally     at     peace.

❝     Hey     yourself     ,     ❞     she     offers     her     a     grin     while     holding     out     a     small     bouquet     of     orchids     for     her.     She’s     quick     to     add     ,     before     Marina     resists     ,     ❝     It’s     really     nothing     ,     I     promise.     Just     saw     them     on     the     way     here     and     thought     they     were     pretty.     ❞     Her     words     ring     true     ,     it’s     the     simple     things     in     life     that     caught     her     eye.     She     had     always     believed     that     beautiful     girls     deserved     beautiful     things     ,     flowers     only     being     one     of     many     options.     Not     to     mention     ,     she     was     here     for     a     favour.

❝     I’ve     never     done     a     cowrie     shell     reading     ,     ❞     Luciana     admits     as     she     settles     into     a     chair.     Carefully     smoothing     the     creases     of     her     dress     ,     she     folds     her     hands     into     her     lap.     She     sits     with     poise     ,     but     regal     posture     does     nothing     to     hide     the     nervous     way     she     tucks     her     hair     behind     her     ears.     ❝     Should     I     have     brought     anything     with     me     ?     ❞     She     bites     back     an     apology     ,     but     forehead     creases     with     concern.

[puresthearted]

meme:     ''     do   i   taste   different   from   other   people?     ''     [     marina ribeiro.     ]     /     @yemaenja​  !

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧     𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬     𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦     𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨     𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬.     in     this     case,     broken     girls     blossom     into     monsters.     the     worst     thing     happened     to     her     :     human     girl     long     gone     now,     monster     within     ...     rising,     rising,     rising.     not     so     long     ago     she     turned     off     that     switch,     little     dove     finally     decided     to     give     in.     GRAVEYARD     GIRL     NO     LONGER     EXISTS.     body     filled     with     compassion,     very     kind     and     very     warm.     it     all     vanished     away     the     moment     she     became     a     hideous     creature.     words     of     an     angel     echoes     around,     ever     so     gentle,     tender.     it     makes     the     brunette     smile     just     a     little,     doe     eyes     fixated     on     the     girl.     ‘’     much     better.     ‘’

[rebkahsarchive]

❛ ❛                i          always       win .            AFTER      ALL      :          what’s      the      point     in       𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐       𝚊       𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎       you       𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤        you’re       going       to       lose?           ❜ ❜

STARTER CALL       . . .        &       @yemaenja​​​  :  !

[mythso]

❛    my crimes and sins are beyond counting.    ❜     something   about   her,   maybe   those   kind   eyes,   made   this   prince   of   hell   feel   . . .   she   made   him   feel.   it   was   a   strange   thing   being   close   to   her,   he   was   at   war   with   himself   :   he   wanted   to   take   himself   far   away   from   her,   he   didn’t   want   his   darkness   to   dim   her   light   &   yet   he   always   found   his   way   back   to   her   somehow. 

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