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Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Jules of Nature
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Discoholic 🪩
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Peter Solarz
Andulka
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@vulpistic-blog
& ali.
‘ ROSES ARE boring– you should smell distinct, so I can remember more than just your pretty face. ’
❝ OH I’M quite sure my pretty face might do the trick. what’s distinct to you? what do you think a spirit like me should smell like, hm? ❞
& living.
THE POSSIBILITY of spirit heart existing, beating and aching takes her aback, surprise is discreet but clear on ocean irises but delicate features remain as cold as steel instead of welcoming porcelain, lips curl up, sharp teeth showing off in predatory manner as she sibyl’s at him. ❝ do not come close to me, unliving! ❞ soon as bitter words leave, salty tears escape as well. the animalistic façade breaking down ; hands moving to green-ish locks. ( sobs after sobs, it’s suddenly difficult to speak ) ❝ you know why you can’t you know exactly why! i have a family, adamitine both father and mother. what would they think of me? ❞
HE WOULD have welcomed a slap. physical pain was much easier often inflicted and endured, but emotions were a tricky ground even for a fox like him. unliving. idiot, fool, anything but that. not spoken by her and not with venom on lips. his body does, however, react to the word like it would to a slap, freezing, falling backwards that one step he’d just taken. ❝ you didn’t answer my question. ❞ he speaks, uncharacteristically low. ❝ they wouldn’t have to know. you could just be a girl who fell in love with a boy! not, tehren, fine! but you could’ve made something up! ❞
i’ve been thinking about you all night. /virtoza, whos surprised?
meme ( accepting ) @virtoza
HAS IT been hours? days? weeks ? he couldn’t tell, for time makes little difference when heart decides to make itself present. the ache could have been there, or he might be simply imagining it. but it was there, deep in his chest pulsing and throbbing, and each time he saw anything move, heard any sound, it was her face or her voice. and accusatory finger and salty tears. he could almost taste them. so when he does hear her voice, he doesn’t think twice about it. the reality and what’s beyond are melted for him, he can’t quite tell the difference.
❝ yeah. i’ve been thinking about you too. about us. ❞ his eyes don’t quite reach her, but it’s the words and their meaning that hold importance. ❝ been thinking a lot about this whole thing. maybe you’re right. i wasn’t made for this, i don’t really know why i am here, but… clearly not to make your life pretty. i’ll make it a mess. chaos. it’s what spirits are good for, right? we’re the damned, never should have expected happiness. but you were my piece of happiness. so let me have it. even in a dream, kiss me one last time, tell me to go. ❞ finally, his eyes meet her own, filled with pain and longing stored over decades spent in loneliness. he doesn’t want to let go. ❝ tell me to go and you’ll never see me again. ❞
& tri.
❝ COULD YOU please stop acting as if nothing ever hurt you? ❞ regret is palpable, the voice who so often held her hypnotized and invaded day-dreams now sharp and hurting ; slender digits curl into fists, pearled teeth bitting on tongue to keep the tehren from tearing up. ❝ what should’ve i said, hm? that you are my lover? are you even my lover? are you? forgive me for not recognizing, it’s just hard to remember when i cannot even invite you to my house, at least not from the front door. ❞
HE DOESN’T speak at once, though mouth opens and closes a few times, just like brows furrow in what could have been anger. ❝ i’m acting completely appropriate. you hurt me. your words did, that is, and please stop acting as if i’m the one who started this! ❞ he scoffs then, but eyes rage with emotions was he? if not a lover who was he? what a purpose does his existence hold in this equation? ❝ why not? who do you think i am if not just that? and who forbade you inviting me in? i didn’t go around telling everyone i’m the bad spirit! ❞ he takes a swift step forward, ❝ is that what i am? do you think of yourself as some kind of victim ? ❞
… her body seemed ungraspable, like the night.
Silvina Ocampo, from “Impostor,” Thus Were Their Faces: Selected Stories
& dragoness.
❛ many have met their fate within these lands ; skilled warriors . thieves . pirates . nobles ——— the soil beneath your feet is soaked in their blood . & foolish bravery … it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face . ❜
❝ QUITE TRUE. but then again, this pretty face has been walking this exact soil for a time. and i intend to keep it that way, dear. ❞
bob morley + lily collins.
& @cavallierii.
THERE WAS NO NEED to tell him twice. in an instant, samson sets to work at what he’s been told, albeit teasingly, painfully slow, a torment to even himself. but if he moves any faster, he’s sure, fingers would tremble, stumble over themselves in the anticipation of the acts to follow, and where was the satisfaction in such cluminess the seduction? so hands manage to linger on each button on shirt and trousers, in agony. shirt comes off first, breaths come heavy, eyes never leaving those of the spirit, clouded by desperation, by lust, from deep within. at last, trousers are kicked away, exposing the full extent of a knight’s powerful physique. a deep purr escapes from barely parted lips, hint of tongue swiping ‘cross the upper, as eyes rove over tatsi’s own figure, hungry. ❝ YOUR TURN. ❞
ALMOST SHE comes over, almost she impatiently tears the clothing off of him herself but in the end, why would she rush something as delicate as seduction and its art? so she waits and instead lets her eyes follow each of samson’s movements, resisting the temptation to help him, giving her own lips a bite each time another inch of skin lay exposed for her eyes to feast on. when at last there is nothing in the way, a pleased smile settles ‘pon lips an she moves closer, eyes never leaving muscled expanse oh, she won’t have him get away with teasing that easily. ❝ hmm, ❞ a purr of her own, ❝ can’t i touch first? i do believe i deserve that much. ❞ without waiting for a response, the fox’s fingers already explore - fingertips running from neck to shoulder down down down, until more sensitive area is reached. only then would her touch become more insistent, nails grazing flesh. ❝ but you can help me out of these. ❞ not that there would be much to help with.
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.
“ how bad do you want me? ” ( for tatsiana B)))) )
meme ( accepting ) @cavallierii
LIPS FORM a sweet pout in reaction, as if thinking about the answer considering the man with head tilted to side. interest having eyes drop to mouth of his own. ❝ well, i could possibly talk hours. weave words into poetry and songs… but ! ❞ there is emphasis put to the word but, even as the spirit nears, she plays on the air of innocence until the very last second, leaving him hanging. ❝ i’m not really a poetry kind of gal, ❞ bold hand dares to move to neck, pulling him closer and closer, warm breath washing over skin in almost a kiss, ❝ so. do you want me to make an exception for you? or should i just… ❞ as the last word fades, lips press a kiss just to the spot where neck and head meet, teeth teasing ever so gently while eyes ( hungrily ) await reaction.
Elodie Yung for Vanity Fair, March 2016
i can think of a few ways to shut you up. /virtoza STOP ME
meme ( accepting ) @virtoza
❝ CAN YOU now, darling? ❞ a single brow shoots higher up, interest shining in dark eyes but clouded by mirth and amusement, he’s not quite used to this part just yet. ❝ did your lovely friend teach you any of the ways by chance? ❞ tell him to shut his mouth and all you’ll achieve will be the exact opposite. ❝ but, please, show me. ❞
when you arguing with babe and you start getting turned on
are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?
meme ( accepting ) @seriikos
❝ AND HERE i thought body language was a hint enough, rozsa. i do believe we’ll have to work on your perception skills some more. ❞ one arm wraps itself around petite waist, lips hovering just so close to ears, ❝ if there ever was a thing about you that would not turn me on, i don’t think you’d be talking to tatsian. ❞
'you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?' from ali
meme ( accepting ) @salvatiio
❝ I DON’T just talk big game. ❞ stepping closer just a few inches is all it takes, spirits were never ones for personal space. ❝ oh, i can live up to it, but what about you ? can you take it? ❞
“how bad do you want me?”
meme ( accepting ) @seriikos
AS SOON as the corset is out of the way, mouth immediately covers exposed skin, from time to time teeth also remind of their presence. but then own quiet laughter has him pause in sweet ministrations, ❝ don’t think i’ve made it quite clear just yet? ❞ he asks, one brow arched, but not expecting the answer. so he nods, clearly giving up on something that had him restraining greedy hands and even greedier mouth. ❝ alright then. ❞
he takes a step back, but his hands do not leave softness of flesh and in but a heartbeat, moving hands under hips, tatsian has the girl high in the air, carrying her as if she weighted nothing over to the nearest surface that happened not to be a bed. all while lips attack sweet mouth, jaw, neck… relentless, he doesn’t pause to catch a breath, even while placing rozsa less gently on the table, fingers diggin into flesh! ❝ ‘s that answer enough for you? ❞ come the words murmured to the skin between breasts, tongue lapping and tasting, teeth biting down while fingers trace the supple curves. ❝ you’re like water in the desert, you’re the something i miss in my nothing sounds good enough for you, love? ❞
