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# 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 　 　 ,  　 an  independent  and  highly  selective  blog  for  an  original   &.   entirely  headcanon  based  portrayal  of    𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈   ,   𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ,   as narrated by  𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 and through the never - ending inspiration of 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 - 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳  .  　 tenderly loved  by   𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡  , a portrait of nature's wildest hues that has begun twelve  years ago  ,   she / her  ,   +27 .

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✿       ⸻      𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐈 　, 　𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅  :  　　　 　　 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 = 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 / 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 , the romantic decadence of beauty , 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃   𝐯𝐬   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ,  an exploration of wild and magical nature in all its beauty and cruelty ,    the tale of a monstrous woman ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄' 𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 and the subsequent loss of it ,    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍   and the perpetual hunger for love in a love - less  world .

‧₊˚ ❀ ༉‧₊˚. 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𓏧

the fox dreamt a little dream ( ... ) of scales and all - devouring flames, of wings large enough to obscure the stars - lit skies, of a warmth that could reach even the coldest parts of her lonely heart. it was within the embrace of a dragon, that she found what she was missing, what she had been yearning for⸻ a reason to be more than a fleeting whisper amidst the leaves, more than a old wives' tales for unruly children and disloyal husbands. within his embrace, she found a reason to learn what it meant to love. her devotion burnt, kindled by the embers of a rough and raw passion that was all fangs and too - sharp teeth. be mine, she pleaded to the dragon, be mine forevermore, @heartofchivalry .

‧₊˚ ❀ ༉‧₊˚. 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𓏧 　 　

psielapki　&.　all of softie's dearly beloved babus　✿　heartofchivalry　✿　daemonry　&.　volonata　✿　guthalo　&.　all of wai wai's beautiful babus　✿　uchihaflames　✿　noctalaethra　✿　dracareesi　✿　deathsmaidens　✿　darkdevour　✿　misericordiis　✿　evincere　✿　laperlina　✿　lockedfighter　✿　solaurous　✿　tapalslegacy　✿　shackld　✿　abysswarden　✿　putrefacerem　✿　devoreve　✿　estarion　✿　solivcgant　✿　moonsymbols　✿　sanatoris　✿　generalzelgius　✿　waraningyo　✿　filmichor 　✿　honorforged　✿　dreadhour　✿　gracelis　✿　khimxra　✿　aelleyon　✿　sevynkingdoms　✿　sacriphic 　✿　onlyfiends　✿　vintersang　✿　andherae　&.　all of asterope's beloved babus　✿　tarvtdeck　✿　wolfclad　✿　tapalslegacy　&.　all of yuki's beloved babus　✿　draconisa　✿　oathstruck　&.　seascarred　✿　dragonspearl　✿　circusroyal　✿　undeyth　✿　zaldarias　✿　faesomnia　✿　villciny　✿　lacrinagi　✿　cryogenicmuses　✿　eatsraw　✿　saburaito　✿　alanemeseos　✿　blightbloom　✿　drownedichor　✿　sarosastro　✿　winghe4d　.

　 thank you for writing with me and miss ahri, thank you for giving my blog a chance, and for making my creative experience on this blue site such a beautiful and truly unforgettable one. forever, my vulpine nymph and i are indebted to you, and to the love and kindness that we have received. 　 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .　　 ( ♡ )

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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@dualital ♡

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　𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐏 ? her dainty hands had wandered across his chest with mischievous purpose, but her mind ( disoriented by kisses that had left her rose - flushed and abloom ) had momentarily forgotten that this was supposed to be naught but a hunt. one of the many, a sacred ritual that would start with kisses and then end in blood. the scar had been easy to notice, the skin rough beneath the soft pads of her fingers. she had observed it with barely veiled curiosity, and all of sudden her former flirtatious intentions had been wholly replaced by the desire to know more⸻ to envision, albeit solely in the monstrous intimacy of her mind, a bleeding wound. his chest torn asunder, his skin slick with blood, his voice reduced to a pained whine ...

her lips pressed against the scar with zealous reverence. her kiss was tender, gentle but not chaste: the devotion in her gesture was marred by sin and hunger, by the desires of something with jagged teeth and blood - stained claws. for a moment longer, the woman - fox lingered. close to the vestige of his agony, close to the reverberating echo of his heart - beat. ❝ what happened ? ❞ it was an arduous question to respond to ( ... ) and a question that was arduous to vocalize as well, because in the profundity of her consciousness, an incomprehensible anger was suddenly kindled.

never again, would she allow someone else to hurt him. after all, weren't his pain and his bliss both supposed to be hers, and hers alone ?

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for this lovely sunday, i offer you the reminder of those countless folk - tales and poems detailing not only how beautiful and ethereal ahri has always been, but also how truly tremendous and dangerous intimacy with her could be ✨ some tales in fact speak of men and women who, after having lain in the meadows with the nymph, would then let themselves die once she no longer allowed them entry into the woodland ... their despair at the idea of never being touched by her again was enough to make them yearn for the cold embrace of death.

sex with ahri so good, it has literally been eternalized in countless poems and tales and songs 🌷 not to mention that it was enough to change the entire trajectory of these people's lives ( for the worst ) .

[petaltexturedskies]

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

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　　　𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 ( … ) to speak of what secretly festers beneath the surface, desolate and half - forgotten, much too monstrous to be ever shown to those around them. whilst seated 'pon an old sofa, the contours of their silhouettes illuminated by the bright images flashing across his television, ahri had unveiled a part of herself: ugly and grotesque, a chimerical agglomeration of parts stolen from both the dead and the living, a poor imitation of what it meant to be good. albeit with the fragmented vagueness of a still hesitant heart, the fox had spoken of her self - imposed isolation from the rest of the world ; in her tale, were the naïve dreams of a young and foolish creature, the loss of hope and the metamorphosis of terror into worship. after her own revelation, he too had laid himself bare. partially, carefully, begrudgingly.

their embrace was meant to be a fleeting, little thing. a gesture that almost seemed to be naught but a social obligation between them: to express melancholy over their respective tales, to be soft rather than rough. but the distance between their bodies was never re - created, no matter how many seconds passed ; the stubborn nymph remains there, comfortably buried against his side, with her visage settled in the crook of his neck. for once, it is not mischief that guides her ( ... ) and this awareness is terrifying in its implications. ❝ do you really watch this stuff at night ? i suddenly understand why you're always in a grumpy mood. ❞

✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ [ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that's now upgrading into a cuddle session. ⟢ ( prompt ) ♡ @wintersrunt .

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　𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒. moss greens and canary yellows, apple reds and carnation pinks, steel blues and periwinkle purples ( ... ) the city's public gardens are abloom with one thousand pigments, one more beautiful than the other, each one reminding her of the untamed wilds that still haunt the caverns of her carnivorous, painfully home - sick heart. it is in the midst of marigolds and petunias and daffodils that she stands now, her attention entirely focused on the little sketch - book carefully held by her left hand ; her right one, never idle nor placid, draws the silhouette of every flower that blooms all around her. at the edge of the pages, fluttering butterflies and busy bees and fluffy bumblebees have been drawn with much brighter colors.

it is then, whilst she studies the crooked stem of an unfortunate snapdragon, that his arms coil around her. he stands behind her, and the gesture is enough to draw her in the obscure depths of his orbit: she unconsciously presses her back against his chest and cants her head to one side in order to welcome his chin 'pon her shoulder. close, closer, and then closer still. a pensive albeit playful hum thus reverberates within her breastbone. ❝ is this your subtle way of expressing that you were feeling neglected ? i didn't know that you were so needy, it's almost adorable. ❞

✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ [ JUST BECAUSE ] - sender hugs receiver "just because". ⟢ ( prompt ) ♡ @planbeyond .

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　𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ( … ) 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌. the world shifts on its axis, and before her mind can comprehend the reason behind his gesture, her petite physique is pulled into an embrace strong enough to make the pale skin beneath flush peach - pink ; it is only the absence of ill intents in his heart, which saves him from the bite of too - sharp teeth. he murmurs something against the top of her head ( an explanation mayhap, or an apology for the abruptness of his protective gesture ? ) , but the vulpine is much too occupied with the vigorous thump thump of his heart to focus on anything else. soon enough, the familiar scent of fresh blood tickles her nostrils and, although something monstrous within her rouses and prays at the altar of her hunger, ahri maintains a deceitfully innocent demeanor.

wide golden eyes, languidly fluttering lashes, a mien that could have fooled even the devil himself into following her towards the den of the fox. her head tilts upwards, an instinctive attempt at meeting his gaze ( ... ) what has caught his attention in such a frightening manner ? her voice is a honey - sweet, curious murmur. ❝ are you alright ? is something wrong ? ❞

✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ [ SHIELD ] - sender pulls receiver into a hug to prevent them from seeing something horrific. (she could eat him for brekkie but he doesn't know that teehee) ⟢ ( prompt ) ♡ @dualital .

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"𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙳" 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i was gone for a while, but god help me lads i used that time to my advantage! here's a delightful prompt request from a darling friend of mine, i love you to pieces, and i hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed making them! these prompts are for HUGS, idk how i made it angsty, but i did. ily all!! unclench your jaw!! stretch your arms!!

[ PROTECT ] - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger.

[ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug. (be emo w this okay PLS--)

[ BATTLE ] - unsure about their survival, sender and receiver see each other across the battle field, and race into a tight, giddy embrace with each other.

[ SHIELD ] - sender pulls receiver into a hug to prevent them from seeing something horrific.

[ COMFORT ] - noticing that the receiver has received terrible news, sender offers them a hug as a means of comforting them during this difficult time.

[ RELIEF ] - sender gives receiver a relieved hug.

[ TEARS ] - sender/receiver/both are in tears, and as such, a hug is shared between them.

[ GREETING ] - sender and receiver share a hug while greeting each other.

[ FINAL ] - sender gives receiver a hug that is either knowingly or unknowingly the last hug they'll ever share.

[ GOODBYE ] - while parting ways, sender gives receiver a hug farewell.

[ HAPPY ] - having received joyous news, sender turns to receiver for a delighted hug.

[ JUST BECAUSE ] - sender hugs receiver "just because".

[ HIDE ] - in order to hide receiver from people chasing them, sender pulls them into a tight hug while hiding their face from view.

[ TACKLE ] - sender (playfully) tackles receiver into a hug.

[ TICKLE ] - while hugging the receiver, sender begins to tickle them.

[ SIDE ] - sender gives receiver a side hug (aka pulling their arm around them and pulling them into their side.

[ OPEN ] - seeing receiver, sender opens their arms out to them for a hopeful embrace.

[ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that's now upgrading into a cuddle session.

[ TRAUMA ] - having both experienced a massive trauma, sender and receiver share a hug in efforts to comfort one another in the aftermath.

[ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear.

[ SAFE ] - having just saved the receiver, sender pulls them into their arms for a protective hug to assure them they're safe.

[ GRATITUDE ] - overwhelmed with gratitude, sender pulls receiver in for a hug to express how thankful they are.

[ MORNING ] - sender gives receiver a hug to say good morning.

[ OKAY ] - sender gives receiver a hug in order to assure them that in the end, everything will indeed be okay.

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from "Letter in November" written 11 November 1962, and originally published postmortem in Ariel in 1965

[wintersrunt]

CENTURIES AMONG THE HUMANS HAD INDEED DULLED HIS EDGES, leaving the wolf feeling like little more than a lap dog most days, forever plagued by duty and bound by a leash.

But the sensation of teeth against his skin reminded him of something so much older, something that lurked within the deepest crevices and bore a wide, ugly and sharpened smile. Her delicate kisses did little to ease the pull he felt towards that quiet something, the presence of a fellow creature, one so versed in violence, only deepening his quiet yearning for what came before.

His hand is around her own throat before the words can fully leave her, and the upper hand the fox had was soon undone as he pushed her away, and down, pinning her to the grass beneath them. He could feel the force of her life pulsing beneath his palm, the energy that caused all living things to tremble and quake, imperceivable to most, but the very thing that made the wolf's mouth wet.

Leaning over her, other hand beside her head whilst the one remained wrapped around her throat, Bigby smiled down at her. Yet, his teeth didn't show. "When I bite," he told her softly. "I don't leave marks, I leave remains..." It was gentle, mimicking the intimacy she'd attempted to use against him, although his own was laced with a growl that sat deep in his chest. "You'd be better off playin' with someone your own size, fox."

[vulpesse]

　　　　 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 ( … ) 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ? there was no resistance, no hesitation or surprise in the beauteous lineaments of her visage once the wolf shifted their roles, adorning his brow with the crown of the predator and thus foolishly attempting at reducing the man - eater to the insignificant role of the defenseless, anxious prey. she became malleable and docile in his rough hands, allowing him to maneuver her body in any way he fancied and vocalizing no more than a playful titter at the sound of his sweet threat ; her smile had blossomed, but while he concealed the sharpness of his fangs, she was eager to flaunt their alabastrine menace.

lithe arms coiled around his shoulders, until one hand could sink into the untamed curls at the nape of his neck and then pull. most of her tails, warm and velveteen, sprawled comfortably across the vibrant greens of the ground beneath ; some of them, much more curious and less prone to placidity, wrapped possessively around his thigh, his ankle, the arm on the side of her head. beneath his calloused palm, a bedeviled purr thundered blithe and luscious. ❝ you speak of biting, but you hide your teeth from me. are you merely modest, mayhap timid ? or, have they perhaps grown too dull and soft, a poor imitation of a real predator's fangs ? ❞

'pon heart - shaped tiers, bloomed a taunting moue. in opposition to the saccharine venom of her words, the motions of her fingers against his scalp were most tender. a contradiction, meant to force a reaction out of him. ❝ i actually prefer to play with people of your size ... you are all so endearing, once you finally fall to your knees for me. ❞

[leneemusing]

prompts for specific scenarios that make me chef’s kiss 

can be used as starter or plotting prompts! 

1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex.

2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling. 

3) our muses have unspoken feelings but one of them is upset so the other holds them.

4) our muses have a very strong bond, but haven’t admitted to romantic feelings and one of them just comes and cuddles up to the other for comfort. 

5) sender is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is receiver,  who approaches them to try and help. 

6) receiver is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is sender,  who approaches them to try and help. 

7) our muses shower together after something traumatic for comfort and emotional intimacy, bonus points if they aren’t even together romantically yet. 

8) receiver’s muse kills someone to protect sender’s muse.  sender approaches to gently calm them down.

9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down.

10) one muse has been brainwashed and the other one refuses to hurt them,  trying to bring them back with a gentle touch. 

11) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: sender’s muse is upset and receiver’s sits next to them,  leading to sender leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

12) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: receiver’s muse is upset and sender’s sits next to them,  leading to receiver leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

13) one muse is sporting injuries,  the other takes a hold of their face and demands to know who did it so they can take revenge. 

14) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them asks the other to stay the night so they won’t be alone. 

15) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them insists on staying the night so they won’t be alone. bonus points if its to protect them. 

16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them. 

17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god. 

18) one muse has just killed for the first time and the other more experienced muse is there to help them in the aftermath. 

19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone. 

20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

21) sender’s muse is touch starved and receiver gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

22) receiver’s muse is the first person sender’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

23) sender’s muse is first person receiver’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

24) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep looking for comfort.

25) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep because they need help and are in danger. 

26) one muse thinks the other is going to hurt them but instead they protect them. 

27) dangerous or antagonistic muse gently caresses the other’s face who is surprised by their affection. 

28) one muse is in danger and the other, who is usually antagonistic, shows up to help them. 

29) dangerous or antagonistic muse is gently caressed by the other,  surprising them with affection they aren’t accustomed to. 

30) one muse sees the other’s scars for the first time. 

[vulpesse]

personally ?? one of my favorite things is the fact that ahri is genuinely indifferent to pretty much everyone and this indifference either remains and grows roots or suddenly something within her changes and she becomes the clingiest, sweetest, love - sick and most obsessive guard dog fox ever 😩 😭 and it's rarely something slow ... all of sudden she is biting the face of your enemies off and then begging you to kiss her while she is still bloodied and high on violence !!!

[too-many-blorbos]

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.

[of-wine-and-blood]

an  empty  cup  rolls  from  daeron's  fingers;  the  wine  has  made  them  clumsy  just  as  it  stained  his  bottom  lip  and  hazed  his  mind.  bloodshot  eyes  watch  as  the  cup  rolls  over  the  wood  before  falling  under  the  table.  he  doesn't  bother  reaching  for  it — there's  no  more  wine  in  the  jug,  just  as  there  are  no  other  guests  in  the  inn,  the  innkeeper  already  going  to  bed  as  well  after  daeron's  last  failed  attempt  to  remember  where  his  golden  dragons  are  stashed  ( in  the  diminishing  satchel  stuffed  into  his  trousers'  pocket,  he  remembers  now,  but  there's  no  point  in  producing  the  coin  and  tossing  it  onto  the  table ).

he  should  get  up.  if  for  nothing  else  than  at  least  to  check  on  his  younger  brother.  when  was  the  last  time  he  saw  aegon  anyway?  an  hour  ago?  or  has  half  a  night  passed  already?  or  more  time?  tongue  darts  out  to  lick  the  wine-stained  lips  as  daeron  probs  his  mind,  to  no  avail,  when  the  inn's  door  opens  and  a  woman  walks  in.

something  about  her  makes  daeron  tilt  his  head,  sand-coloured  strands  of  hair  sliding  out  of  his  eyes  narrowed  in  focus  despite  the  haze  of  his  mind.  he  is  sure  that  he  has  never  seen  her  before — neither  in  reality,  nor  in  his  dreams.  she  would  fit  right  into  them  as  there  is  something . . . indescribable  about  her,  like  she  doesn't  belong  in  here.  or  did  he  fall  asleep  and  is  dreaming  now,  an  enigmatic  omen  of  what's  about  to  come?

heavy  eyelids  blink  a  few  times,  then  daeron  slowly  asks,  ❝are  you . . . real?❞

a plotted starter for @vulpesse ♡

[vulpesse]

　　　𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ( … ) she follows the dim trails of song and dream, with neither goal nor destination in mind, but a fanged maw perpetually agape. and mayhap, for once, a purpose had indeed been given to the steps of a woman with golden eyes and golden freckles ; the half - forgotten gods of olde spoke to her in sullen murmurs, carried by the playful winds of dusk and echoed by the brittle leaves dancing beneath a star - lit cerulean. the wild gods would oftentimes recite prayers and poems against her willing ears, dictating the blooming of the flowers in the depths of her soul, but they were seldom inclined to truthfully answering her own questions⸻ what could she ever find, in this dilapidated and desolate inn ?

with only the furthest edges of her mood embittered by these circumstances, the vixen opened the wooden door and stepped inside. the dim luminescence of half - melted candles welcomed her, alongside the pungent smell of cheap liquor and sweat ; the place was already empty, its tables still slick with ale and wine, frail chairs abandoned hastily across the entirety of the tavern's belly ( ... ) or, to be more precise, the place was almost empty. the softest whisper piques her attention, easily luring her towards a head of pale gold: a young man, inebriated by the luscious warmth of wine and then abandoned to his own pathetic devices by a most cruel innkeeper. his confusion is answered by a smile in equal parts dulcet and mischievous ; she saunters until the distance between them has been almost entirely diminished. she does not take a seat but, emboldened by his poor conditions, reaches out to playfully brush a few strands of hair away from his tired face. ❝ who knows, maybe i am just a dream. ❞

is it cruel, to play with a man who is obviously not entirely in control of himself and his thoughts ? a kinder heart would have certainly withered with guilt. ❝ would you like some water ? i think you had enough wine, for tonight. ❞

[vulpesse]

ow ow ow, the vibes ( ... ) the miss ahwi vibes !! 😮‍💨 😫

[lustcannibalism]

worship and violence both require your devotion