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[tragictwinflames]

It is Adlai’s birthday! Feel free to send him asks and harass him.

[diviniyae]

floral dividers

credit not needed. recoloring welcomed. feel free to edit as you need!

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[stealthrockdamage-deactivated20]

immortality through not being incapable of death but by coming back to life after you die no matter what is such a cool power like it’s just so fucking metal. you can rip me apart if you want, i’ll rise from my own viscera and all you’ll have done is piss me off

[stealthrockdamage-deactivated20]

i cant even think of many good examples of characters with this power… like theres time loop stuff and that’s its own thing but im talkin someone who gets killed and just re-assembles on the spot no time fuckery. on some miss fortune shit. idk it just seems so cool especially like, because it would fucking suck to have that power! idk i’d love to see a character whose whole thing is just repeatedly exploding themselves simply because they can and there are no consequences in order to do whatever it is they need to do. but also kind of fucking hating their job. theres probably a great example of this archetype in something i’ve seen/read/played and enjoyed but am completely forgetting rn

[itsbrucey]

Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

[yandereangelz]

babe you changed tone mid conversation, do you want me to die???

[tragictwinflames]

CHARACTER HEADCANON GENERATOR: put ✓ for correct & ✘ for incorrect.

Alura is not allowed to drink energy drinks. ✓

Alura uses the word "fuck" like a comma. ✘

Alura gets ready for christmas way too early. ✓

If Azriel likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock. ✓ (if they like rocks)

Azriel has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen. ✘

Azriel chews their nails when nervous. ✘

If someone they knew commited a crime, Adlai would cover for them. ✓

Adlai has a maid dress under their bed. ✘

Adlai steals other peoples clothes. ✓

Stole from: @cicero-the-assassin

Tagging: Everyone

[relapserehabrecovery]

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Maéna Paillet

[tragictwinflames]

Lowkey sad Alura’s birthday falls on Father’s Day this year. She’s gonna be so gloomy

[tragictwinflames]

[tragictwinflames]

Alura instinctively reached out to try and catch it when it jumped- stepping closer to Felix to the point she almost ran into him as well. She lets out a sharp exhale as if resisting the urge to yelp when it jumped but seeing Felix catch it made her instantly relax. She didn’t want it to get hurt and the worry was clear on her face when she looked up to meet his gaze. Alura was pretty good at keeping her cool (at least externally) but one thing that really got to her would be animals. If it had fallen she would’ve never forgiven herself.

“Projectile affection?” Alura would breathe out slowly as her cheeks would tint. She’d quickly take a step back noticing just how close she was to him at this point. At least, close enough to pick up on his natural scent.

Her eyes would look between the fat toad and Felix as he spoke. It seems do unnatural for someone so pretty and divine to hold something.. most people would deem as gross or dirty. Alura mentality was that everything deserved to feel love and she could always wash her hands later. Perhaps Felix simply didn’t mind? Or he liked animals as much as she did?

Alura couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and shake her head. “I don’t really have friends. Although.. Xochitl (Sochi) would like messing with you. She’d..” Alura’s voice would trail off. Not that Alura spoke much about herself in general but she did have at least one friend who she cared about. A ghoul. Which Alura could already picture the two of them meeting and how Xochitl would be all over Felix sniffing him and expecting him. She was extrovert through and through while also being very bubbly and nice- Alura knew they’d enjoy each-other. “.. she’d be all over you actually.”

Alura would then smile at him, stepping closer again and reaching to grab the frog from his hands gently. “I really don’t like being cooped up in small spaces for too long is all.” She replied casually with gentleness.

“No he’s going back to frog land where he can rule over all the lily pads.. though I don’t know if he’ll fit on any.” She’d joked lightly as she leaned back over to let it go. Slowly opening her hands as it’d jump out and into the water with a small splash.

She’d stay crouched as she’d watch the water for a moment. “Thanks for not dropping him. I’m sorry if your hand shot dirty.”

[therebelangel]

Felix watched her with that same gentle smile, his fingers unconsciously flexing where the toad had been moments before. "Don't worry about my hands," he said, stepping closer to where she crouched by the water's edge. "After what I've been through, a little dirt from a frog is nothing. Besides," he added with a hint of mischief, "I think I'd handle being covered in frog slime better than most divine beings would."

Felix carefully lowered himself to sit beside her, not wanting to startle her with sudden movements. He watched the ripples where the toad had disappeared beneath the water before turning his gaze to her profile. "You know," he said quietly, "I never thought I'd say this, but I understand why you don't like being inside. Out here... it's like I can breathe properly for the first time since the fall. Even with everything that's missing."

He reached out, his fingers hesitating just before touching her shoulder before letting his hand rest there gently. "You're not so anxious now, are you? Out here, I mean. It seems like the light inside you finally has room to shine when you're not confined by walls."

Felix's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "This... right here... feels like home. And I haven't felt that in a very long time."

"Your friend must be special if you speak of her so fondly," he added, his gaze softening as he watched a dragonfly skim across the water. "I'd like to meet her someday, if you think she'd approve of someone like me."

He shifted slightly, the movement causing a soft rustle in the grass beneath them. "I never imagined that I would find peace watching frogs leap into murky water, yet here I am. The world keeps surprising me." His eyes traced the way her hair caught the fading light, each strand seeming to glow with its own inner fire. "You know, for someone who claims not to have many friends, you certainly have a way of making others feel like they've found something they've been searching for all along."

[tragictwinflames]

Alura would give a small smile and a nod, it’s true, Felix was rather mellow when it came to most things. Hard to be grossed out by something when just a month ago you had blood and dirt under your fingernails. Frog slime was probably the least of his worries these days. Plus, from what she could tell, he seemed to like animals just as much as she did.

“Me? Anxious?” She’d briefly glance over at him before looking back at the murky water. Alura felt a lot of things but she often chose not to acknowledge them. Feelings made things more complicated and oftentimes more painful if too invested. And in her case, it was dangerous. “I suppose it’s less than when I’m inside. I like being in the sun- as obvious as that might sound.” She’d give a small shrug and pull her knees to her chest as she relaxed next to him. “I also really hate small dark places which.. isn’t because of my relation to the sun.” Alura had told him a lot about her past. Still never really going into too much detail but enough that he gets the idea of things. She never told him about her dad or the abuse she went through involving him. Any small dark place reminded her of being locked in a closet as a child. Though Alura was pretty unbothered by most things- something like that wasn’t one of them.

Her whole attention would turn to him now, “home?” She looked surprised or maybe more confused. “Like.. being outside?” She questioned. Did he mean the actual scenery or the feeling? Either way she wasn’t fully sure she’d understand. Alura hadn’t felt like she was at home since.. she couldn’t remember. “What about it feels like home?”

Alura would let out a small laugh at his words. “I don’t know how anyone couldn’t like you. Xochitl is special but the way you and I are special. She’s not a human.” Alura would then admit to him. “Like I said I think she’d be all over you. Literally.”

Her head would tilt to the side and she’d lean back, holding her weight up with her arms while she listened. “That’s not me, though.” She’d give a small shrug and puff out her cheek. “I can’t do things like that. It’s the sun.” She’d then admit. “A lot of people like being around me but it’s not even me they like, it’s the feeling I give off.” Alura would let out a small sigh and shift again. “That’s all you, Felix.”

[tragictwinflames]

Alura couldn’t help but feel some sense of regret. Regret for not being there for him more. Regret for not telling him she really felt. But in the end she was never that selfish, or at least, she didn’t used to be. She couldn’t help it- couldn’t help but tell him that it was okay. He was forgiven, maybe not by the masses but by her. If he was awful for what he did in his past life then she would be just as bad for pardoning such actions. If he were to burn at the stake, then she’d always be right there with him- never leaving him to suffer alone. At least, that was her hope.

Large arms would easily wrap around her frame, engulfing her. His firm grasp, fingers sinking into soft flesh while his shoulders quivered against her. She never wanted to let him go- never wanted him to leave. If she could make one wish, it’d be to hold him like this forever.

The hot drops of his tears soaking through her dress only made her stomach drop more. She wondered how long he had been holding all of it in. It reminded her of when they were kids and she’d find him after enduring some form of torturous abuse. He’d cry a lot as a kid but as time went on, the less the tears would come to the surface. Eventually it’d almost seem as if the well had dried up, that he had cried them all out. Yet, here he was, a man and he still had some tear to shed. The pinkish hue surrounding his tired eyes would testify to just how much emotion he truly still felt despite his attempts at hiding it all.

She had missed that look of silent understanding- the yearning and want. When teeth would bite into the soft part of her hand- her pupils would dilate immediately. The slight pinch instantly putting her nerves at ease. This was a sensation she recognized, familiarity. His hand sliding up her back would send shivers down her spine, sinking deep in her veins and excitement began to rise. Though the tears would stop pouring from soft eyes, they’d now shimmer on the dim lighting. She half expected him to bite down harder, making her bleed but instead she was met with strong hangs pulling her in.

An audible gasp escaped her. In one swift motion, she went from standing to sitting on his lap. Her hands would idly rest on his shoulders and at the invitation she’d nuzzle her face into his chest- pressing her whole body into him. Oh how she missed this feeling. Missed him. This is how life should’ve been for them from the beginning. They could’ve been happy if the world wasn’t such a shit show. Better late than never she supposed.

Alura would take his invitation- her begs were met with silent permission and she wasn’t going to hesitate to jump at the opportunity. All these years, she was lonely- deprived of many wants and many needs. Soaking in her own mental state and lack of pleasure. There was no attempt to even hold back. Soft thighs would straddle him, hips pushing down against him as her face would nuzzle into freshly cleaned skin. She’d inhale deeply and breathe in his scent, something she had feared she forgotten but underneath the smell of soap, it was him.

Hands that rested on his shoulders would wrap up around the back of his neck and up to his nape. Delicate fingers brushing against his scalp. Those sweet pet names he called her- it got her every time. “I haven’t even started yet my love.”

Soft lips begged for his mouth but she’d kiss where she could. Placing gentle trails all along his chest, hips impatiently moving and pressing into him. Then, she’d return the favor- latching onto a piece of flesh and sucking hard. It’d feel close to a bite and it’d sure leave a dark bruise. Unlike her but not unfamiliar. She did learn from the best.

[cicero-the-assassin]

The most distressing part of it all was that this all felt so natural. So good. He'd been fighting who he was, fighting the natural urges for so long to hide who he was. To blend in and become invisible to the eyes of those who wouldn't understand. And yet, here, in Alura's arms, he didn't have to. He cried not for her, but for himself. Years of reteaching, years of discipline and sacrifice. Of penance and self punishment- His resolve built for years, dissolving before his very own eyes. Lucio weeping for what he knew was evil seeping into his bones. And Cicero just chomping at the bit for the reigns to be relinquished.

She's so soft, her body quivers under his hands. Her pouty lips place kisses along the shirt she gave him, up his throat, across his jaw in the stubble of his facial hair.

And he breathes the barest whisper of a moan. Fingers try to occupy themselves by rubbing little circles into her waist through her clothes. His eyes close, remembering their wedding night. How nervous she was, so polar opposite to her words now.

Lucio leans into the fingers in his hair, letting her mouth press along his skin to her hearts content, though- the sting of teeth has his eyes shoot open once more.

A repressed groan is trapped behind tightly pressed lips as his brows furrow at her. A large hand shoots up between them and catches her by the chin and jaw, squeezing lightly. The past lights up his eyes.

"Ow. Careful little girl-" Cicero warns, that same hand moving just slightly up, releasing her jaw. His middle finger presses to her slightly bloodied lip, pushing past and pressing to her tongue. That familiar grin splits his face, those teeth display themselves in a threat of violence.

His other arm, still around her waist, squeezes her tightly against him.

Caught you- caughtyouIcaughtyoucaughtyouIcaughtyou-

His eyes watch her open mouth, tongue against against his finger, joined by his ring finger. His legs shift underneath her slightly, adjusting her more comfortably for him. Chair creaking with any minor movement.

"I missed you."

His voice carries the sentiment in his natural base tone, breathy as he seems hyper focused on her mouth. The same mouth that kisses him and bites him in the same breath. Not so much unlike his own. His oral fixation still lingered she would notice.

He can't say he's disappointed. There's something just so flattering and exciting knowing that she had waited all this time for him. And he had no doubt she'd had her share of gentleman trying to sweeten her up. Yet- still she belonged to him. Like a doll he'd left in the attic for too long only to discover again when cleaning house.

Always there- a constant-

His.

And of all his pet names, he knew one she liked best:

"Mine-"

Fingers slip from her lips, wettened and slick, only to be replaced with his tongue. His breath deepens as rough stubble abrases her soft chin. His kiss isn't sweet, it's sloppy and possessive. His long tongue slithering against hers, feeling her teeth, slipping as far back towards her throat as it can.

She really was convincing, then again, if anyone knew just each step to get him to break down, it was her. They were married for over a decade, and Cicero had made it hardly a secret how to please him. And it seemed she wasn't rusty in the slightest.

Her devotion deserves a reward, doesn't it?

"Cara mia- pretty girl," He murmurs quietly between kisses and shaking breaths.

[tragictwinflames]

Her eyes shoot up to meet his, lips slightly parted when his hand held her chin. The brunette knew was going to get a reaction and it only seemed to excite her more. She could see something she recognized in those eyes of his. Alura’s expression was that of feigned innocence. Her wide green eyes looking that of a sad puppy and her pouty lips faking surprise. His warning was only met with a small singular nod. No fear present, even with that sharp toothed grin of his- a look she desperately missed.

She’d let out a long drawn out breath as his finger slid into her mouth- eyes never breaking eye contact with him. Even when he pulled her in tightly, the only change was in her breathing and the quickening in her heart beat. Once his other finger joined, Alura would suck on them, tongue gliding against the tips gently- only to open her mouth again so he could do as he pleases.

Her hands would pull closer to her, moving down to resting against his chest as he shifted her. Mouth was occupied so she didn’t reply but he could tell just by the way her eyes shifted while looking at him. Alura had missed him- yearned for him to come back home to her and here he was, saying how he missed her too.

‘Mine’

Those very words quite literally etched into her skin by his own mouth. Alura would always be his- never would have it any other way. Even after all these years she never broke that promise. She could’ve remarried, had more kids, moved on. But she never did. Bound to belong to only person and one person only. No one could replace him and she knew, the same would be said for her. Alura knew he cared for her, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t call her such sweet pet names.

Alura couldn’t hold back the muffled moan escaping from her mouth to his. Her eyes closing finally and she’d melt in his arms. The rough stubble against her skin went mostly unnoticed- the feeling of his tongue sliding in her mouth kept her rather occupied.

A slight pink rose to her cheeks the longer he kissed her. Breath becoming shaking and she’d begin to squirm slightly in his lap. Small soft moans would escape her- hushed every time his lips would press into hers. Alura could feel herself wanting more- needing more. But..

Her eyes would open between one of the kisses and glance to the side before meeting with him again. “Lucio..” she barely breathed. “My love.. the food.”

As much as she wanted him and was more than willing to let him have her way with her- the fear that he’d leave after he got what he wanted was in the front of her mind. Plus, they both needed to eat and she needed to take a bath. Not that he hadn’t dealt with worse but, it had been so long and at the very least she wanted to be as nice as possible. Alura wasn’t necessarily a self conscious person but thoughts would still linger in the back of her head.

Her chest would rise and fall quickly while waiting for a response from him. It was obvious she was worked up by the heat in her face and the slight way her weight shifted from one side to the other. Still, she’d dent both of them the satisfaction in the moment.

[thrashedparticle]

[fuwanek0]

Koiseyo Mayakashi Tenshi-domo✧ Fall in Love, You False Angels, ch. 24

[love-is-uwu]