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* carvienne​ : alice !

                            MOONLIGHT WASHES OVER THE ORACLE’S FORM ,     standing   out   on   balcony   with   unseeing   eyes  ,     nails   picking   as   wood   splinters   under   them  .      sight   becomes   occupied   with   kaleidoscope   colours  ,    never   settling  ,    all   possibility   before   her   form  .    she   becomes   infinite  ,     experiencing   all   in   a   moment  ,     never   quite   present  ,    dragged   off   into   an   abyss   none   other   can   see  .     she   floats  ,    ever   questionable   sanity   fracturing   like   light  .     it’s   footsteps   that   draw   her   back  ,   crashing   somewhat   into   moment  ;     alice   back   from   her   own   wonderland  .             ❝    i still don’t know when we’re moving  ,        just   that   we   are  .     i’m   going   to   need   you   all   to   wear   more   visible   watches  .    ❞ 

@honeyglaze  — with alice (for rosalie)

❛  ― 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑?  ❜    𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, knows better than to doubt, and though the petite creature carries along the weight of rosalie’s trust, it was not in her nature to simply comply.  instead she sits, stone still and quiet, stealing only a single glance from the reflection of perfection in the making... rosalie, a half-finished portrait of beauty, not yet crowned in her armor -- crimson rouge and shimmering shadows, the mask she allows the rest of the world to see. even still, with alice seated at her side -- rosalie does not turn, does not dare to offer even a glimpst of the woman beneath it all...

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THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR ↳ T'Nia Miller as Hannah Grose

requested by anon

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Why Are You Unlovable?

you’re a ghost

you have fallen from everything you've loved, they still love you, but you are so unrecognizable these days they don't even know what to do. let the sun warm you again, it's not all bad.

tagged by: @seahaloed

Tagging: whoever wants to ! say i tagged you! i’m afraid imma too lazy to tag lol

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So 👀 I'm for sure adding Hannah

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* carvienne​ :  éomer !

                         ANTICIPATION OCEAN GLOW IN HIS GAZE ,       something   playing   on   his   cheeks   as   mischief  ,     war - lord   alight   in   a   new   way  ,      something   easier   than   he  .     formalities   pass  ,    towards   something   he’s   proud   of  ,     something   his   in   all   the   pressure  .     there’s   something   about   the   gift - giving  ,    the   old   rituals   stemming   from   their   past  ;     he   cannot   deny   the   joy   that   stems   through   him  .     he   always   liked   the   old   ways  ,     the   stories   told   and   retold  ,     he   is   home  ,     incarnate  .              ❝    can you spare me a moment  ,        my   lady   ?   ❞ 

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 — with éomer (for arianne)

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 ― queen of rohan, joy and beauty, instinctively reaching for her husband’s cheeks.    ❛  and what wife would i be to refuse her husband of such a treat?  ❜    tender fingers smooth atop his cheeks, a loving chuckle cascading from her lips when his beard tickles at her fingertips.    ❛  any moment of mine, my love, is yours.  ❜    weight leans itself upon her toes, loving lips pressing to a home nestled among coarse golden hairs.    ❛  as is my heart,  ❜    another kiss, the other cheek, this time with the gentle hum of a chuckle,    ❛  -- and body...  ❜

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gazala bravard received an ask   /   ↺ @starfrckled​​ , gaby teller:   ‘ 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈. 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻. ’

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ; the very thought of holding any more could break her, a thought that brought a sadistic laugh to her lips.    ❛  if i were to do that, i’m afraid i won’t ever stop.  ❜

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* @carvienne​​ : mia !

                          TAUGHT TO EXCLUDE CONFIDENCE ,      to   wear   a   faked   smile   and   believe   that   she   belongs  ,     to   be   as   a   princess   should  .     names   are   repeated   under   her   breath   over   and   over   until   they   stick  ,     an   endless   list   of   rules   to   be   followed  ,    etiquette   to   obey  .     she’s   more   than   a   little   lost  ,     determination   to   survive   another   engagement   written   in   the   lines   of   her   face  .     (    WHEN IS THE DAY SHE GETS TO BE A NATURAL ?   )      coming  ,     coming  ,      the   voice   of   her   grandmother   commands  .              ❝   i’m sure i’ve called the wrong man by the wrong name twice  ,       and   that’s   at   least  .    barring   the   times   i’ve   called   his   wife   by   the   wrong   name  .   ❞ 

@honeyglaze  — with mia (for myrcella)

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ― a friendly hand reaching for the other’s, a gentle and assuring squeeze.    ❛  you’ll get a handle of it soon enough, i’m sure!  ❜    already she is whisking her away onto a walk, a moment of leisure for newfound princess to catch her breath.    ❛  you’re doing an amazing job for someone thrown into this so quickly.  ❜    a compliment gifted with a smile, the gentle princess swaying their hands to and fro.    ❛  most of us have our whole lives to remember these people! you’ve only been given a couple hours. you should really give yourself more credit, mia!  ❜

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* starscorned​ : neville !

@honeyglaze​ :‘ we could be really incredible together, you know? ’ (makawi-sa to neville!)

Amaretto has always been the quiet one, hidden deep within the headquarters, a man of few words and even fewer requests for the Agents. He gives and he gives and he does his job well, but in the night they do not know if he’s happy there, or if there’s anything more that he wants other than a quiet walk to his humble home, his front a locksmithing shop. No one knows who Amaretto really is– well, they know, but they don’t know.

Grenadine is the closest it gets. She sits in front of him with an empty plate, having brought him a meal and interrupted the work he’d been doing for hours nonstop. Her eyes are intense, yet kind, observing the tired lines of his pallid face and the way his mouth always seemed to be perpetually frowning.

It is Makawi-sa who is looking at Neville. And it is Neville looking at Makawi-sa. Their titles are masks at the end of the day, and rare is it that they ever let them down.

“I hear you’re kinda the reckless type though.” It’s not the observation she is probably hoping for, but the way his lips curl into a mischievous grin offset any bad intentions. “I do have some things I’ve been wanting to test out. We could be partners.”

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 ― a sick satisfaction inching up her spine with the very thought that with her name , comes a reputation. reckless, troublesome, wild... but the sight of his smile makes it even better, a sense of a kindred spirit... she grins, a free and impish,    ❛  i do love a good experiment.  ❜    stated coolly as she sits herself at the corner of the agent’s desk, already distracted by the wood craft she had been whittling with ease, a comfortable silence settling between them as thoughts weigh upon her mind.    

legs cross, a firm and slender thigh placed atop a knee, before eyes would life and settle upon the man once again -- unsettling as she studies, that ever wicked smile hinting at her lips.    ❛  --  but i was talking about something else. something a lil more fun -- and dirty.  ❜

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@bgdnw​ : wolfgang !

                            INSISTENT FINGERS PRESS TO THE SMALL OF HER BACK ,     keeping   her   body   flush   against   him  ,    laughter   lining   around   his   cheeks  .     there’s   something   about   the   way   the   moment   lingers   in   the   air  ,     falsified   consideration   playing   through   expression  ,    as   if   he   truly   would   deny   her  .     for   now  ,    she   feels   good   there  ,    time   lasting   until   he’s   ready   to   pull   back  ,    stepping   out   of   the   embrace  .               ❝   when have i ever said no  ,   pretty   girl  ,      go   ahead  ,    play   away  ,    as   much   as   you   want   until   it’s   time   for   us   to   go   home  .   ❞           he   never   quite   could   say   no  ,    always   had   some   unexplainable   soft   spot  ,    despite   what   he   said  .     maybe   he   thought   it   was   just   a   felix   thing   once  ,      though   that   seems   to   quickly   become   untrue  .

❛  𝐘𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐄!  ❜    𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, already she is racing towards his very special collection of toys -- small ones, big ones, even ones with BIG , rapturous surprises...    already, her hands are reaching for nina, held delicately as if she is something to be treasured. with grace, she is rested atop a shoulder, straightened for a perfect shot before her head would turn, and wide baby blues to peer behind a shoulder -- pleading.    ❛  ain’t’cha gonna join me, wolfie - baby?  ❜    a playful pout, lashes fluttering for that extra hint of innocence, hips offering a playful sway as if to call him closer...

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arianne martell received an ask   /   ↺ @kaerinio​​:   ❛ 𝙸 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶. ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ― lips left agape and trembling as fingers dive into her warmth, greedy fingers kneading within wet silk, ‘til nothing but PLEASURE remained -- not her wit, nor her smile -- nothing but flushed cheeks and trembling lips... again, daenerys guides her through the heavens ‘til she is face to face with ecstasy -- a burst of colorful clouds, lifting her body from atop wrinkled sheets -- back arching as she, yet again, falls over pleasure’s edge... 

it was the greatest feeling in all the world, of this arianne was sure -- a high she never tired of chasing, and a satisfaction that had yet to disappoint -- and daenerys, her queen with magic at her fingertips... spent, for the time’s being, arianne falls back atop the bed with a breathless laugh, fulfilled and with a lazy smile atop her lips.    ❛  even trembling, i could not tire of you...  ❜    loving fingertips reach, tracing the supple shape of the silver queen’s lips, perfect as they are -- her head tilting, a messy array of raven strands crowned atop the princess’ head.    ❛  ‘til i am withered away and nothing but ash -- should i die with you on my lips, then i shall be the happiest fool to have lived.  ❜

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Only one person liked it but too BAD IM SHOVING MY DOGS IN UR FACE LOL

UWU

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I know i showed u my dog yday, but today I put a cute bandana on both of them

👀 wanna see irs v cute

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Do u y'all wanna see? The happiest boy???

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* starscorned​ : orion !

With flair, Orion flicked her locks out of her face, her manicured nails coming to London’s cheeks to frame that perfect smile. They have both grown a lot since they’ve met, but the way she has bloomed into the person she is has never made Orion so happy. It’s admirable the things she’s been through, her optimism and charm, and how she’s rebranded her entire self into something more true from the ashes of a dead marriage.

“All possible due to your perseverance, my love.”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌, easing into her touch with a tender sigh. relief in a way, as with her, the rest of her troubles seem to melt away. azure gaze blown wide with wonder, utter devotion for a love she still did not believe to deserve.    ❛  you really think so?  ❜    she is almost like a child, wide eyed and eager to believe.    ❛  ‘cause i’m keen to believe it’s all because i got you.  ❜

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&.   EIGHT   PEOPLE   I’D   LIKE   TO   KNOW   BETTER !!

𝟎𝟏 .     ALIAS   /   NAME : :    honey.

𝟎𝟐 .     BIRTHDAY : :    april 30th.

𝟎𝟑 .     ZODIAC   SIGN : :   taurus.

𝟎𝟒 .     HEIGHT : :    4′11.5″

𝟎𝟓 .     HOBBIES : :   writing, video games, and uh sometimes i crochet 

𝟎𝟔 .     FAVOURITE   COLOUR : :  lavender.

𝟎𝟕 .     FAVOURITE   BOOK : :    the picture of dorian gray.

𝟎𝟖 .     LAST   SONG : :    wait a minute!.

𝟎𝟗 .     LAST   FILM   /   SHOW : :   abc’s 20/20 lol.

𝟏𝟎 .     INSPIRATION : :  👀 LADIES

𝟏𝟏 .     STORY   BEHIND   URL : :   sdghldfjk my pen name is honey and i wanted my url to implicate i put my own spin on things! so i glaze a bit of honey on everything? skzdghf 

TAGGED BY : :  @liedsense <3 <3 <3 

TAGGING : :  @thelittleqveen @applrot @showmaxter @dalishflame @damsael @mudwoven @hiddensteel @daethward

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angela ziegler received an ask   /   ↺ @horrorempathy​​:  "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are... or is that too cheesy?" Ripley, for once in her life, has no burden. She just standing there in her tanktop, letting dark eyes roam across Ang's features, over the other woman's whole entire body. A hand reaches up, fingertips pushing aside Ang's shirt; this slow & purposeful thing.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, brushing along the soft amber surface of her skin as her shirt is urged aside, revealing what little it had covered -- lazily draped upon her frame in a quick journey for early morning coffee. she shudders as tawny peaks begin to harden at the frigid kiss of open air, a hum catching betwixt her lips --    ❛  not today, no.  ❜    technically true. angela had not heard those words since late last night, breathed against her skin in a hot and needy whisper. teeth scrape atop her lip as arousal swells within, a slight tremble to her hand -- a drop of coffee spilling onto her hand, the very thought of hearing it just one more time enough to drive her wild...    ❛  at least -- not yet.  ❜