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@wellfell
' 息 ' ; selective blog for an original ch. primarily imagined in RINGU universe . 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 . mentioned topics : * angry ghosts in wells , girlhood watching every mistake from behind the ribs , a jealous mother , looking like a lamb with a wolf mouth ... easier to kill a wounded doe than watching it suffer ?
shipping wishlist . ✨🥀
i have a v tiny audience so i'm gonna make a ship wishlist . 💕
making my edits edgier ..
i had the biggest crush on rosamu/nd pike and watching her new thing made me realize i am indeed bi . happy pride .
THE FIRST FROST 难哄 (2025) dir. Chu Yu Ning
* @stillresolved .
am i cooking or being delusional ..
i would very much like to sink a part of me ( my teeth ) into a part of you ( your lovely neck ) tonight , darling ..
they do this almost every night now . around the campfire where everyone would hear and roll their eyes , the druid has a hand under his chin and looks like he's smiling ? so that might be an exception . others are done ─ by how sultry his voice is , and how quiet akina's giggle is . she folds almost immediately and pokes the fire with her long stick , across from her .. he looks almost heavenly , with fire light upon his sharp features . silver hair half illuminated by moonlight . ‘ stooop ─ ‘ the other elf looks a bit disgusted too . akina was complaining about being dizzy yesterday and tonight she's excited and giggling because astarion promised to drink from her . she grins like a minx , not planning to be a problem tonight . ‘ i'm not coming to your tent though you have creepy stuff there .. ‘
take a look at that gorgeous , uncollared throat .. so free .. so rumbling with all of his own superior thoughts .. . . .
on veranda , under soft may sunlight ; she's choking him .
BTW astarion hates partners who hate verbal partners in bed. i mean, women having opinions ? yes. but the wrong ones ? no
she hates men having opinions and wandering around without collars .
akina hates verbal partners during 🍆💦 i mean she's v much into men that moan but talking ? no .
KASAMATSU SHO as Sato TOKYO VICE SEASON 2 (2024) 2.02
AKINA MORI . pretending to be rich at someone's house with someone's wife's fur coat .
daily reminder that iran supporters are supporting p/dos and murderers and terrorists btw . 💕
Alain Delon in Purple Noon Plein soleil (1960) dir. René Clément
—＊@wellfell。
mori saw her. that’s the only reason he’s going along so obediently -- accepting the jacket she dropped, shrugging into it without huff or comment and following out into the hall with his journal tucked against his thigh. stiffening at the threshold. “she really was there..” she really is here now. at the café, he slouches across from his ex-student and orders black coffee when asked. quietly broaches the topic again once the steaming mug is in his grasp and there’s a slice of spiced apple cake at his elbow. “we were as much in the past with yamamura shizuko and her daughter as they were, for that one instant, here with us.” ryuji finds it simpler to map in cones and planes than to verbalize his intersection hypothesis, soon rotating the journal for her quick study. the pen tip marks where they had been, next the point where shizuko was. by his approximation. “.. was she combing her hair in front of the mirror?” he glances curiously up at ( into ) mori’s eyes, seemingly just for that bit of confirmation.
a nod is given . not that she understands anything , especially why he's suddenly briging up the possibility of some kind of morbid time travel into the past , into the very moment shizuko was combing her hair ─ no , akina is pretty sure it's a vision that she shares with someone else . as if two sisters watching their mother comb her hair in front of the mirror , she knew that the little girl behind the door knew her as well .. how ? who knows . ‘ it's so weird . it was like i knew her . ‘ then she lets out a chuckle to seem less crazy , picking at a scab on a scratch on her knuckles . ‘ .. do you think the thing that's haunting that tape is a kid ? or at least ─ looks like a kid ? ‘ yet , there's not pity in her eyes when she says that . ‘ what did you see in that tape ? can you tell me ? ‘ he's talking , very invested in it maybe and she keeps glancing at his coffee or the damp tree branches behind him to control the way her gaze softens . very disgusting , if she says so herself ; but akina doesn't have any kindness to spare for the child ghosts that aim to steal this man's soul .
she remains where she is , right behind him . his lock dampened at the end , was let go as she pressed both her hands on the stone and pulled her upper half up slightly . she blinked , once , twice , then breathed out another giggle . ‘ i'm not calling you a butterfly . ‘ pictures of those flying bugs were revealed to the siren in torn up pages of a discovery book that she's found in a boat after the owner of it had been killed by her . cute things , she didn't expect them to be so small . tips of firm nails tap her temple ─ she would love to pull him under the cold ocean , in her arms , not even to taste him yet just keep him in her caves . the siren had gone silent again , seemingly lost in thought , shoulders less tense , she's not as alarmed as she should be actually . one of her pale hands delicately cup the side of her lips as she whispers a secret ; ‘ do you want to be my friend ? ‘
