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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.
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Three Goblin Art
Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@vlvetprose
#VLVETPROSE : this is a selective semi - private multi muse. the author is 25+ ( he / they ) not associated with fandom.
characters: klaus hargreeves from the UA comics, gary jones from dreamcatcher, robert plant of led zeppelin, india from stoker & three oc’s that need a lil love.
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“Why?” Conversations always required her utmost focus. Attention was diverted from braiding together wire to make bracelets - Mila’s idea - back to the other’s face. “Why… lie to me?” While her history was shrouded, Sofie wore her truth on her sleeve. “I keep secrets.”
mila takes a long moment to think before she answers, her long, annunciated vowels getting . caught along the way; like she was still deciding what to say as she says it. ❝ lying was the only way he could survive. lying kept the peace. ❞
she regards sofie with something of a frown, avoiding her gaze. the last thing she wanted was to hurt her. ❝ it’s easier, sometimes, isn’t it? it - it’s a band aid fix for the hurt. have you ever lied to protect your heart ? ❞
embracing my god complex by changing my pronouns from he/him to He/Him
tv show aesthetic: the get down
birdie laces her finger through his and takes the lead , leading critter at her side back towards the bustling boardwalk.
❝ wait - you have a whipped cream lady ??? how did i not know this fact sooner … ❞
birdie had a sweet tooth that similarly matched her best friends , and found her stomach had begun to rumble loudly.
❝ well we actually met there for the first time , it was really exciting ❞
❝ he’s busy though , you know that. he doesn’t get to come around as much as you do. ❞
with a hand in his, critter is smacked in the face with an unwanted memory of walking like this with mila. he tries to swallow down the guilt, tries not to think about how it stabs and throbs.
❝ yeah , i got a whip cream lady ! you’re tellin’ me you ain’t got a whip cream lady ? ❞
laughing, the boy smiles and looks towards the beach. wishes that the walk to birdy’s wasn’t so far.
❝ that’s not what he told me -- ❞
i know i missed tdov but if ur trans muses are being neglected: give them to me. i’ll treat them right. i’ll make sure they’re loved.
Stoker (2013), dir. Park Chan-wook
Mark Cohen, New York, 1973-74
Vanishing twin syndrome tells me that my hunger is justified. I can eat my brother whole, spend a lifetime
dysmorphic and holding my loose flesh to the sky as a desperate sacrifice.
— Meghan Privitello, from “Letter to the Canned Peaches I Held in My Mouth Then Spit Out during Recess When Trying to Understand What Bulimia Meant,” published in The Adroit Journal
Robert Plant at the L.A. Forum, photographed by Michael Ochs on June 3rd, 1973
she wrinkled her nose at his gross boy noises ; she swore he was just as bad with the dramatics as she was. probably why the two of them got on so well.
❝ well maybe you should’ve held onto your ice-cream cone a little bit tighter. ❞
birdie held a hand out to him , sandy fingers wrapping carefully around his as she helped him up from his sandy seat.
❝ growing boys deserve the very best the boardwalk has to offer. where to first ???❞
❝ it’s like a billion degrees out here, i should’ve just got a banana boat like you said. ❞
he imagines slurping up a soupy, thick concoction and smiles. definitely should have gotten the banana boat.
❝ we gotta hit up the crepe place. the lady there gives me as much whip cream as i want . ❞
critter’s hands are still slightly sticky, birdy doesn’t look like she minds at all; this pleases him.
❝ does robbie ever come to your work ? ❞
“I mean you can teach me if you want–I’m always either out of money or about to run out of money, so…” He snorts, shrugging. It’s just something he’s used to by now, and Ikaros is no stranger to homelessness, either. Hell, he spent the majority of his existence on the streets, and the streets of Rome aren’t much different than the streets of LA or New York or wherever else he’s ended up throughout the years.
Still, he didn’t realize how hungry he actually was until he smelled the scents wafting from the food trucks. Actually, now that he thinks about it, how long has it been since he’s eaten? A day or two, maybe. He doesn’t really get signaled for hunger anymore.
“No judgement here–but wait, where are you going to find spaghetti? Churros are fine…um, I don’t know what I want. Funnel cake, maybe?” Although he knows he’d benefit from something a bit more real, but hell, he doesn’t really want to be picky. “Or tacos.”
the food trucks were lined up like toy cars, tertiary colors broadcasting their menu’s & more than a few already plumed with smoke. critter licks his lips, near salivating at the smells. he tries not to think about the fact that isaac hasn’t eaten in some time; tries to quell the natural urge to caretake .
❝ do you ever pick pocket the drunks ? that’s probably the easiest, but you gotta do it during the day when the families are here . ❞
the mere mention of funnel cake brings a luminous smile to the boy’s mouth, eyebrows raised .
❝ funnel cake! that sounds so good . cherry coke, taco’s and funnel cake ! you’re a got - damn genius, blondie . ❞
Hiroshima Mon Amour
he’s warm like sunlight. the warmth encircles birdie , blankets her with pleasure as he spreads her vulva with his gentle fingers , circling the throbbing nerves so readily exposed to him. her body is full of tremors as it responds quickly , bringing a soft moan from her pink lips as she lets her fingers tangle further into his hair. robert smells faintly of sunflowers and marijuana smoke , birdie gets a lungful as she inhales deeply , breathing out a raspy response to all of his questions. ❝ now you have me what’s stopping you from having all of me. ❞ in reality the golden man had her since the moment she first saw him in cecil’s club , everything that had followed was a divine inevitability. bird like and trembling she accompanied his tongue with the gentle rocking of her hips , creating a delicious friction that had her dripping against his mouth and whining for more. birdie knew pleasure but none like what she’d felt with him , his world was like sensory overload. leaning into his arms more she began to feel thankful that he was holding her so steadily as his tongue found it’s way along her slick flesh. the sultry sensation of his body writhing beneath hers was almost more than she could take , she knew he wanted this just as badly as she had. birdie’s toes curl as she watches him indulging himself in her , the incredulous sounds emanating from him making her wonder what he might sound like pressed against her ear. this thought makes her shiver. ❝ lay me down or i’m going to collapse into your arms. robert , please. my legs aren’t working anymore. ❞ birdie squeezed her thighs around him , punctuating her words with a desperate roll of her hips , her pleasure still demanding to be heard.
the girl’s sex tasted like euphoria and musk, a heady combination that has the rock star lapping it up like sweet ambrosia. even when he puts his tongue inside of her, robert can be felt squeezing her thighs, her ass; his hands roam along the expanse of her body, holding her against his him with little regard for her weak knees.
flesh against flesh, the lewd sound of his tongue against birdie’s apex, straining to follow her as she gyrates against his mouth. robert groans, moving his plush lips along her folds, suckling on the downy flesh, swallowing the slick that threatens to slide from his mouth to throat.
part of him wishes to ignore her plea to sit, wants to bury himself between her legs until she’s crying for him to stop; her writhing excites him like a predator, mouth full of drool and he grasps her by both wrists, holding birdy still while he continues to eat her out. he feels her hands stretch and he holds her tighter, only quelling his grip on her once he can feel her shaking.
❝ had enough, did you ? ❞ laughter, lazy and without a care. robert looks up, mouth and chin glistening, and places a kiss to he girl’s skirt that sits over her stomach. the man grins and gently pulls birdie’s leg from his shoulder, placing her back on her feet. her cheeks are pink. he finds his charming, more so when he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and finds her staring.
❝ darling girl - ❞ the coo that comes from his mouth his with a fake sweetness, one that contrasts him undoing his belt; belt buckle falls open with a slight clink, both ends lying limpy on either side of the outline of robert’s erection. it’s with great concentration that he unbuttons his jeans. a moment later, he slumps backwards onto the old couch, thighs spread widely. both hands pat his thighs, an alluring invitation.
❝ c’mere. i have something to show you. ❞
nasty psychopathic girls > nasty psychopathic boys
