electric girl

ind. & selective multimuse

[yagaymi]

[catlaila]

there are no good men in this game.

[yagaymi]

moonswove​:

❝   I  know  what  waiting  is   -   but  you  are  stalling      ❞      she’s  partially  teasing,   but  still  eyes  flicker  toward  him,  curiosity  clear  in  her  wide  brown  eyes .   truly,  she  sometimes  wonders  if  she  will  ever  know  what  is  going  on  inside  his  too-clever  mind .   she  wonders  what  he  see’s,  when  he  looks  out  at  the  casino,  to  the  people  below  where  they  sit  on  the  balcony .     ❝   I  don’t  think  you  made  a  mistake .   he’s  here  somewhere,  gambling .   I  just  don’t  know  why  you  haven’t  gone  to  find  him  yet   ❞

░░░░░░ ☾ kaz doesn’t bother to correct her. he knows he hasn’t made a mistake, and that in itself is the mistake. he can’t afford to blindly trust anyone, not here, not in a place like this. he casts his gaze away, narrowing his eyes at the buildings below. “like i said: waiting. what’s the point in getting there too early?” and it’s true; at least, partially. kaz is the one who’s never afraid to get his hands dirty, to roll in the dirt and break teeth and bones doing so. but some people are just unpleasant, and saints forgive kaz for wanting to put it off. “i say another ten minutes will do us good.”

[yagaymi]

@sacchcrine

░░░░░░ ☾ it would be a lie to say kevin isn’t dreading this year’s banquet, just like it would be a lie to say that last year’s one had gone perfectly. the way people look at them now, at him, not like they are the bottom of the barrel but something to be gossiped about, or glared at, or revered – he’s used to them all, but not for a situation in which the blinding light of truth is shining through the cracks. still. it’s still better than last year.

he tries to take this fear and channel it into single-minded determination, but his tunnel vision falls on jeremy and all his worries turn to dust on his fingers. “that goal you scored against the longhorns,” he says in way of greeting; nodding his head with respect he’ll only ever show to the greats. “how long have you been practicing that footwork?”

[filmreel]

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009), dir. Karyn Kusama

[yagaymi]

@crowdsroar​ said: ❝I don’t have to answer that.❞ / for azula from mai @ sungdreams !

X. 4EVA ACCEPTING

░░░░░░ ☾ azula laughs, almost a bark. the mere thought of mai going against her is laughable. the rope around your neck isn’t that long, azula thinks. there’s only so far you can stray before it becomes a noose. “i’m not playing.” azula says, haughty and proud, either not catching mai’s seriousness or not wanting to. “you’ll tell me, and you’ll tell me now.” she flicks her fingers, on the cusp of irritability. “where were you?”

[yagaymi]

@empathos​ said: ❝You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?❞ ok but soft mai & ty-lee thank you

X. 4EVA ACCEPTING

░░░░░░ ☾ it’s hardwired into her to object. ty-lee will play at happy-go-lucky until she drops dead, thank you very much. but when she looks at mai, the setting sun halo-ing her dark, dark hair, ty-lee finds herself dropping her gaze. “you might not.” she says, knowing it’s not true before she even says it. even azula wants better – this, ty-lee knows, because for every person who believes ty-lee to be an airhead incapable of rubbing two brain cells together, there is another hidden depth to her. ty-lee listens as much as she pretends she’s not. she knows the truth when she sees it.

sighing dramatically, ty-lee pushes herself to her feet, offering her hand to her friend. “well, there’s no point pouting about it, i guess!” she smiles toothily. “we can have a better story together.”

[yagaymi]

X. ACCEPTING – “ you’re just stalling now. ” / either inej or nina for kaz @moonswove

░░░░░░ ☾ kaz looks away, out into the streets below, at the people – the pigeons – milling about without a care in the world. just you wait, he thinks, and he wants to bare his teeth in something resembling a smile. instead, he says to inej, “it’s called waiting. i would think you’d know the difference by now.” kaz taps one finger against the table serving as their lookout, before he turns to face her yet again. “or don’t tell me i made a mistake.”

[melaerotica]

nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

[yagaymi]

ayanamisreis​:

she      is      red      .      red      =      the      𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛      rushing      through      your      mind      ,      𝘵𝘩𝘦      𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩      𝘪𝘯      𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳      𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴      ,      magma       –       lava       ,      that      foreign      liquid      that      keeps      you      alive      .      𝚋𝚞𝚝      𝚘𝚗      𝚝𝚑𝚎      𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛      𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎      𝚘𝚏      𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜      𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗      …      [      𝖞𝖔𝖚      ]      are      blue      .      blue      =      ice      glaciers      ,      𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛      𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝      𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜        ,      a      melancholy      object      ,      a      delicate      hydrangea      .      𝚒      𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎      𝚛𝚎𝚍      ;      i      am      a      woman      who      does      not      bleed      .      [      you      are      something      i      will      never      be      .      ]      millions      of      droplets      fall      from      a      limitless      sky      ,      wind      howling      in      a      low      pitch      and      the      trees      sway      in      a      freeform      dance      .      icy      cold      water      ,      perfect      spheres      ,        hit      her      umbrella      ,      sitting      briefly      𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦      𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨      𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺      𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴      𝘰𝘧      𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳      𝘰𝘸𝘯      .      the      aroma      of      rain      ,      sharp      &      fresh      ,      enters      her      nostrils      as      they      breathe      .      those      orbs      ──      red      ;      like      freshly      spilt      blood      .      𝚀.      𝙰𝚁𝙴      𝚈𝙾𝚄      ALONE      ?      𝙰.      𝚈𝙴𝚂      ;      𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴      𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺      𝙰𝚃      𝙼𝙴      .     ❝      you’re      shivering      .       ❞

@yagaymi​          ☾⇀.•&       ───      𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉   𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗.

░░░░░░ ☾ asuka glances at rei out of the corner of her eye, surprised; she hadn’t expected rei to notice anything about her, let alone comment on it. “i’m cold.” she says, defensive – because rei always makes her defensive and it’s rei’s fault, not her’s. if rei had just been kinder, hadn’t shut her down that first time they talked – no, asuka can’t always blame other people. she gives second chances, after all. maybe rei’s come to her senses.

asuka glances at the identical uniform rei wears, like the two of them are twin mirrors. “aren’t you?”

[yagaymi]

hello! activity’s just gonna be a lil slow again for a while as life gets back on track again. me will do replies –> soon

[yagaymi]

dggrys​:

it feels like just yesterday since he kissed her for the first time , just yesterday since he’d died in a graveyard and came back to a nightmare. he smiles at the reply, a sigh of relief silently passing through it. sitting up a little straighter, he wraps his arms around his knees, knocking his shoulder against hers. ❛ does that mean there are good things then ? do share. ❜ he should tell her to go , but he knows she would not listen nor would he expect her to. he had said the same thing to his mother when she demanded he leave. he couldn’t. no matter what this war had already cost him, no matter how much it had taken from him , he would not let it win. ❛  i just hope it’s still recognizable when this is all over. ❜ 

░░░░░░ ☾ “can a girl not keep her secrets?” but there’s a flirtatious glint in her eye, or maybe it’s in the subtle upturn of her lips. she thinks about them, all the good things: she thinks about the sunrise at hogwarts, the relief at having her sister in her arms again, cedric’s breath over her lips. it’s almost like fleur’s begging to be broken. “maybe it is not the place we have to worry about.” she says, turning her head to look out into the horizon; at anything but him. “maybe it is ourselves.”

[yagaymi]

ikiruwill​:

Well— that was easy. At least, it should be ( if only he wasn’t feeling what he was feeling ). Brows only dare to furrow again at her backside, and he waits a moment before following. After that, his footsteps are slow, careful not to get any closer. Maybe it’s a good thing. He stares at her hair and the unmeek way walks. She seems satisfied. He can’t think of anything to understand or say.

… But what did he do? The inevitable thought fills the gap. So do cicadas. It’s loud and stifling, a tired filler. Alone, his mind is spinning— “I wonder where Ayanami went today…” it forces him to mumble anything out loud.

░░░░░░ ☾ “who cares?” asuka’s tone is downright contemptuous; as it should be, after all rei’s put her through. how dare she be so unbelievably transparent ! not only does asuka want to be part of this world, she wants to change it. and yet rei has the nerve to look down on her for it ? ( the funny thing is that she doesn’t: rei doesn’t look down on anyone. it’s like she can’t quite care enough for disdain, and deep down asuka hates her even more for it. )

just because she loves to pour salt on shinji’s wounds, asuka adds, “talking to yourself is freakish, you know. or do you just love the sound of your own voice now?”

[willsilvertongue]

Unhinged!Five in season 2 of TUA

[aaronstveit]

Nothing’s holding me back anymore. I know what I want and I’m gonna get it.

blair waldorf for @jostenminyards for no reason ♡ ily cossette!

[yagaymi]

dggrys​:

@yagaymi liked for a starter.

❛  i suppose you won’t be leaving britain anytime soon.  ❜ he thinks she should leave. hell , he thinks they should all leave , but what he thinks and how he feels are entirely different things. more certainly , his options are far more limited. the bottom line is he can’t leave. if they run , who else is left ? everyone is looking to harry , and cedric can’t imagine the amount of pressure that entails —which is saying something , considering who he is father is—and so defecting is not an option. ❛  and i guess you won’t reconsider it either.  ❜

░░░░░░ ☾ fleur knows she can – no, should – leave. the evil is only in britain, her parents say. for now is the obvious honorific to her. and besides, would it really be right ? to flee, when she’s not in immediate danger, when she is in the position where she would only have to sit and watch her loved ones suffer, if she was so inclined ? “the weather here is too damp,” she goes, her accent tilting the words. she purposefully doesn’t look at him. “that is my only complaint.”

[yagaymi]

ikiruwill​:

His expression sours and he half heartily obeys, the usual apology trailing along with him. Once he realizes he’s suffering, it’s too late to argue. He doesn’t know why. Should his sync rate have been lower than hers yesterday? Then he wouldn’t have to go through this. Or maybe he’s completely wrong. Asuka is Asuka, and he doesn’t know what that means sometimes. ( ‘it bothers you? that’s because all you do is worry about what others think.’ misato can be cold but maybe she’s right ).

“…. Is this fine?” Five feet, she said. Stopping, Shinji glances at her from approximately that distance. He hopes she’ll look somewhere else soon.

░░░░░░ ☾ if she’s surprised he actually complies ( for once ) , she doesn’t show it. maybe it’s that masochistic streak in him; maybe he’ll never do something unless it gives him cause to be pitied. asuka turns to face forward, her chin lifted slightly with a bravado she can feel only if she deludes herself, not caring if he can’t hear her. “good. now keep it that way.” she throws her bag back over her shoulder and starts walking.