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chin angled down, and roland's arms came to fold in around her, a hand placed on the small of her back as he enjoyed the closeness of her small stature. it was so different, the way their bodies slid into place together, the way their heartbeats with sync in unison... this had never existed between roland and anyone else. no partner had even come close. and now- she said she loved him. he'd never allowed anyone to do that before. not someone.... like her, especially. it opened the floodgates of his heart, and as he always did, ro melted into the embrace, each word filling his heart until it tripled in size, a warmth exploding in the center of his chest.

" when my mom died... " ro started quietly; it wouldn't be the first time he spoke of her, but it was always rare. a topic so gently touched, so expertly avoided, and only ever mentioned in moments of much importance. his nose dipped, neck lowering, to nuzzle into her neck and breathe her in. " i promised myself i'd never be weak to love again. no one would ever matter enough to hurt me if i lost them. " he kissed the soft skin of her neck now, sighing into her and pulling tighter. " you damned little witch broke every fuckin' rule. " the laugh was a rumble into her, rattling from his chest. " so you'd better never leave me. "

she wasn't sure how to vocalize how it felt, hearing that he would die for her and her alone. it felt . . . like a weight. she couldn't stand the thought of him dying, of losing him — and that was her sign that it was whatever love was. " i can't lose you, " zelenia insisted, standing from the chair and setting the grimore down on the wrought iron table before her. she approached him; she was so much shorter then him, the witch couldn't help but look upwards at him — his gaze was so different now then it had been when they first started this insane journey together. now she loved the way he looked at her.

" i've never cared about losing people. " she mused, " my father, mother, friends — they've all come and gone and i did not care. " there was never a relationship in her life that lasted. not even with her family, whom she hadn't spoken to since leaving greece. they never even bothered to check on her. " — but you, ro . . . the thought of losing you makes my heart ache in a way i've never felt before. " the words were so raw and honest, something else that was entirely unlike her. she could lie to anyone's face, but oh, not his. not anymore. " that's how i know it's love. "

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it was hard when his wings would ache, a secret kept dutifully from the summer fae, to deny his own biology, and the truth it screamed in his warming blood. they quivered, trying to catch every cool breeze that swished through the autumn trees, feeling weaker with each passing hour. regret surfaced at the sight of near-tears, eyes like tide pools threatening to spill out over porcelain cheeks. ambrose's finger was there, brushing gently, before any could fall && stain such beauty. " do not say such things, my love. " his head shook, unable to bare the thought of her wings bearing the sacrifice for their love. not when those very golden marvels were what gave ariella the ability to dance, to craft stories with her movements, to bend the air itself to her whim && grace. the world would be worser for it, and he'd never be able to bare the burden of guilt. he'd sooner see his wings suffer, and instinctively took a step further beyond the border to protect her. ambrose ignored the silent scream of pain deep in his shoulder blades. " the thought of harm befalling you because of me is too much for me to handle. "

↪ answered ask — can't find the meme because i'm dumb so anyway ( always accepting ! ) " “ maybe some people are only meant to fall in love with each other, but not be together. ” {ambrose} “ from @lostwcnderlands

" do not say that. " ariella insisted, looking at him as if he had just damned them both. she never lost hope that one day, they would be together. ariella had to cling to that hope. it was all she had on the nights she didn't have him. " there is not a force in this realm that i believe could keep us from being together. not oberon, not mab — none of them. " her emerald eyes watered with tears at the very idea, " my wings be damned, ambrose! — i would sooner lose them then lose you. " they had to be so, so careful. winter would shatter her wings and summer would burn his — they both had so much to lose, and yet ariella was willing to make the sacrifice. she was willing to do anything for their love; as she proved now, just mere inches way from crossing the border into winter.

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how strong heaven's hold still was upon her, ray realized with a frown, having thought more progress had been made by now. " that's just it. loving someone... is the most selfless thing you can do. love is never selfish; and it is them who twist the narrative, make you believe that you are falling into sin and selfishness for sacrificing everything. this is why we left, sera. we left their lies, their guilt, their manipulation. angels were nothing but disposable; we still are, to them. " it was lucifer who saw them, their value, who gave them true importance and power. rayan believed that it was heaven's plan, all along, to bring everyone to their knees in absolute obedience. didn't sera see? by giving up her wings for that angel, she was falling for the lie all over again?

her heart was the strongest, purest, truest of any demon's. and ray felt his own softening in response, almost horrified by the feeling. the demon chased it away with a quick shot of the vodka, held above his mouth && swallowing it with a grimace. " you're not the only one. " he muttered; unable to tell her the reasons why. how his heart, too, had started to yearn... but to admit it, would be to fully accept it, and he definitely didn't. even now, feeling singed by the rage && jealousy, grief penetrated deepest. she would die for oriole, she really would someday at this rate, and he would miss her.

" bite down on something. " he added quietly, regretfully, knowing this next step would hurt. no longer did he wish to speak of her damned angel; nor argue. enough had been said, and he knew that seraphine would not be swayed. he wouldn't have her any other way, frustration aside. " i'll be quick as i can... " and rayan started to sanitize the gashes, trying not to feel sick at the sight of marred skin as he bandaged it properly. once finished, he came around to face her. " finished. breathe. "

she was quiet, simply listening to what he had to say — until the words tumbled around in her brain. her brow furrowed and the redhead slowly shook her head while he moved around; for reasons she didn't bother to ask, though she assumed it was related to her wounds. " — more selfish? " seraphine repeated, almost as though she was questioning herself when she said it. " i was being selfish. " she breathed out with a scoff. " saving ori— " seraphine paused, " — him, was entirely selfish. i didn't do that for the angels, i didn't do it for him; i did it for me. he would've been dead — out of any misery or whatever you call this existence — but i would've had to lose him. it would've be me to live with that pain, not him. "

she could barely even stomach the words let alone the very thought. and although it was a thought she was never going to vocalize to rayan, in her heart . . . seraphine knew she wouldn't have to live with that pain either; because she would've taken a starshot herself before she lived truly without him. " i would let hell freeze and heaven burn before i stop choosing what my heart tells me to. " the demon stood up from the bed, even though the movement of her skin ached and burned from the wounds. she found a half empty bottle of vodka, handing it to rayan. it would hurt, but she knew even her wounds needed to be cleaned." — i just wish i wasn't the only one. "

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Of course following the path laid out before him had brought little else but boredom, and unhappiness. His pull to Midori, even in his youth, had been born of the craving deep within to break apart from the expected, to chase passion && truth. Tian Feng had walked the line between worlds, and she was his ticket to somewhere unknown... but he'd never taken the leap. And Midori had gotten away.

But there was still something reflecting in her eyes, something that spoke to Tian Feng. She may scoff, laugh, shake her head with defiance - but need recognizes need. Lips twitch into a smirk, and a hand around the small of her back, Tian Feng pressed forward until her back is flush to the wall, and an elbow rests near her cheek. Caging her in, but also, allowing for little space to exist within them. They shared the air, his heartrate pulsing against hers from their chests pressed together. " What if I'm always missing you? " His voice was low, a rumble in his throat, and his heart dropped when her eyes fled his. How could it be now that between the two of them, it was her with a moral confliction?

Neck dipped, lips finding her neck beneath her raven hair, and Tian Feng pressed passion into her soft flesh, tempting her with everything he had. " I have a small studio off-base. We could meet there. "

She begs to disagree, and there's a small scoff to say as much. The rules gave Tian Feng plenty; captaincy, structure, something to honor. It gave him a wife - someone who might love him truer than Midori ever did. But how could she put it into words, when all she's ever done is break the rules? And now, another line in the sand that she's blurred relentlessly. "We better come up with new rules then." She risks into the closeness. Already burning to have him, again, before the hour is up. Maybe on the kitchen counter, or back on the couch...

"A plan?" Midori was comfortable in the ambiguity. Letting her weak hours in the middle of the night do her in. Unplanned, unintentional. It would help her sleep at night, immoral as it was. But Tian Feng backs her into a literal corner, and though there is want in his voice, it's clear the demand is present as well. "What? Drunk texting you in between his business trips isn't enough?" She challenges to no fruition, dropping her hand.

"What do you want, a military level plan? Coordinates and code names?" She sighs, averting her imploting eyes from his. "When you miss me, text me. And I'll do the same. There's hotels, or your car..." The specifics made her nauseous with sin.

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unease spiked with his heartrate, now a steady, quick thumping between his ribs. grayson frowned, shoulders hunching under the warmth of the hoodie, eyes focused on the treeline. instinctively, he stepped a little closer to the car. " it was, uh... a deer. " gray mumbled, offering a halfhearted shrug with a humorless laugh trailing behind. the words were meant to keep both their nerves at bay. he pretended he couldn't hear the sudden eerie whistle of the wind pulling through dying leaves ahead; almost like a freaky wail into the night. clearing his throat, gray yanked his eyes away quickly from the trees, and to the engine. " you can fix it... right? "

@lostwcnderlands liked THIS for a small spooky thing x

"Hang on, did you see that?" Connie asked, his brow furrowing as he straightened up from under the hood of the car that had shut down on their drive through creepy ass woods. He swallowed and glanced at the other then once again towards the trees where he was positive he saw something. Maybe he was just a little tired and jumpy since they'd been driving for hours.

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he wasn't sure when the tutoring had finally clicked, and the confusion surrounding numbers cleared. somewhere along the line, it had, and unsure he was ready to give up their sessions... " eh, i knew you'd notice eventually. " a slight chuckle followed. " though, honestly, harder math is not exactly my idea of a decent friday night. "

open to : m / f / nb ! oth muses encouraged to reply !

" you know , i don't mind tutoring you but it doesn't really seem like you need the help anymore . " did haley know that for sure ? well no but this was going on months of math tutoring and she could tell , there were points where the other was purposely messing up their work . " we can move onto something harder if you want ? "

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↪ answered ask — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ( always accepting ! ) " 💕 our muses’ romantic relationship - {our angels} “ from @lostwcnderlands

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↪ answered ask — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ( always accepting ! ) " 💕 our muses’ romantic relationship -{our fae} “ from @lostwcnderlands

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at being given a name, misti smiled brighter. " noor. see, it's perfect. " she repeated, likely the way it coated her tongue as it pressed the back of her teeth, like a magic spell. fingers twined with the android's, following close as their bodies weaved through the hall towards the private rooms. eyes scanned the small area - void of much personality, and lacking any beauty, so they were quick to return to noor's own gaze.

her closeness was intoxicating; how easy it would be to simply close one's eyes, and forget that it was code && machine behind such sensual words, such skilled touch. for a moment, misti's eyes did drift to a close, that awe-struck smile still kept tugging at her lips. what did she want? arms looped around the small of noor's back, pulling her body into misti's own so there was no space between them. " i want to touch every part of you. " the programmer began, words soft like a butterfly kiss on her lips, and chin lowering to gaze from her dark lashes. as a lover, misti had always been generous. much of her own satisfaction came from giving such to her partner - to watch them fade into bliss, before she, too, could follow suit. fingers trailed up noor's back && back down. she knew behind the mocha eyes, lines of code were running, but it was hard to think of that when noor's lips were so close to her own- so misti didn't. instead, she closed the last note of distance, and kissed the android to emphasize her words.

she'd never been asked that. she had to choose? that never happened. an 'error' came to the front of her mind because her being named started the transaction. from that moment, her hourly rate counter started to run to determine the price. she should inform her of that. protocol was screaming in her mind, yet, another thing came to the forefront. "noor" she spoke, and with a light click, her counter turned on. at least, her slight change hadn't caused an alarm. it was a name she once heard a dark haired man choose for another droid. she can remember vaguely finding it pretty. she wasn't coded to find anything, yet - she did. sometimes. not very often.

she had to start doing her job, she decided and just as she was about to lead the woman to a more private area, she was touched. so gently. the other woman spoke almost as if in awe and that was rare. she was seen as a lust object by 99% of men, who didn't care about praising her or making her feel good. she wasn't supposed to have feelings. she was supposed to make others feel good, praise them, satisfy them. "thank you, why don't you come and show me just how gorgeous you think i am, hmm?" she quipped as she let her hand run down misti's arm and then led her to her cubicle. it had a plastic mattress on a bed-like structure. easy to clean. sturdy to move around on but still soft enough to not hurt knees, and be comfortable. on the wall, there was an array of sex toys, and a few often-requested outfits. she closed the door behind them and went to wrap her arms around her customer. "tell me what you want for tonight..." she suggested, "i want to make you feel so good, baby;" she spoke, as she looked at misti's features. she loved everything about this customer. she was so pretty, so non-threatening, so nice and most of all clean. the more alarming part though, was - why did she care?

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rare it be that a peaceful evening remain as such. despite whatever cautionary tales floated in the night's air towards that of the vampires && their metaphorical castles, the home that elias maintained was simple, though large. secluded, protected.

it would not be the first time blood marred his door, nor likely to be the last. pale eyes like miniature moons upon his stoic face drifted from hers to the smear of crimson, brow quirking in quiet questioning. did he even want to know? elias' home would be a safe haven for any who needed; even if some needed it more than most.

" you had better come in. " the vampire sighed, every year of his century && a half of walking earth's scorched, desecrated surface sounding in his tired tone. he pushed the door open wider slightly, turning to retreat back into the shadowy, darkened halls of his house. if lights were to be flipped on, they'd have to be done so by her hand. the routine was memorized - and even if elias wouldn't say it, the company was a welcome reprieve from the silence. the first-aid kit sat still on the coffee table, forgotten after her last visit and yet to be stashed away. he'd flip it open, begin to remove the sanitizing wipes, the bandages, and if this was a bad one, the suture pack. once each item arranged before him, the vampire raised his gaze once more, and flicked a ghost of a smile unfurling one corner of his lips. " let me fix you up. then, you can tell me who i shall need to kill. "

open: to anyone for platonic, masc for romantic. both muses with or without supernatural powers welcome ! plot: laurel is a witch on the run ( her coven wants to kill her rip ) and your muse has been her shelter for a while. she got herself almost killed ( again ), and of course, she is knocking your muse's door. laurel normally always wears high gloves because due to her abnormal witch powers, her hands look like this: click. but your muse already knows what her hands without the gloves look like, her little secret.

standing at the door—if one could even call it standing—she was barely upright, the aftermath of the battle she’d waged still evident in far too many ways. a deep wolf’s gash marred her shoulder, blood spattered across her face, and worst of all, her hands—already darkened by shadow—were now stained in a much deeper shade of crimson. she might convince someone she'd been attacked by wild animals, but the state of her hands was beyond explanation, beyond hiding. the darkness swallowed her hands deeper whenever she used her powers excessively. and so, here she was again, at the only place that ever offered solace in moments like this. this home had been her refuge for a while now, though laurel wasn’t entirely sure whether the one who lived here appreciated these… surprise visits. yet, regardless, not once had they ever turned the witch away. now, barely holding herself upright, she knocked—tainting the door in the process—and leaned heavily against the wall for support. she wasn’t entirely visible when the door creaked open, but with a faint twitch of her fingers, she managed a small wave of greeting. there was no need to speak. they would recognize laurel immediately—her hands alone, marked by shadow and blood, told the tale all too clearly. "greetings, i am deeply sorry for the blood on your door."

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BOY KILLS WORLD (2024) dir. Moritz Mohr ››› Bill Skarsgård as Boy

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cheek tilted into her tender touch, body responding to her warmth with anticipated welcome. though his body was relaxed upon the bed of fallen leaves, his wings jittered about extended, flexing and catching the evening breeze when it wafted by.

" without you, whatever future awaits me is worthless. " the joy ariella's words brought ambrose lifted the corners of his eyes, each sound a whisper softer than fresh snow. " this... us... you... " with each note, the prince leaned forward upon an elbow, kissing first her forehead, then each cheek. " is all that matters. "

↪ answered ask — sacred romantic moments ( always accepting ! ) " “ i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “ {ambrose} “ from @lostwcnderlands

it was possible that whatever the future held meant there would come a day where they could no longer see one another; summer and winter truly separated. ariella refused to believe in such a future, that their love was so doomed that their destines were to die of broken hearts, far apart from the other's embrace. she turned to look at her love, as they laid underneath a tree in the autumn forest — the night air brisk and still. after just a moment of quiet, ariella moved to lay on her side, facing him as she brought a hand up to brush ebony strands of hair from his face.

" i know you're in it. " she whispered. " i will not accept a future that does not include you, my love. you are my future, without you — i do not have one. "

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              fall / autumn / halloween themed prompts

                                                 ( because it’s that time of year ) 

☃ — [sender] offers [receiver] a cup of hot cocoa/apple cider ❄ — [sender] and [receiver] take a hayride together ☁ — [sender] and [receiver] roast marshmallows over an open fire ☂ — [sender] offers to share their umbrella with [receiver] ☆ — [sender] snuggles [receiver] under a blanket for warmth ◐ — [sender] and [receiver] take a hike through the woods ☽ — [sender] and [receiver] stroll through a farmer’s market ♢ — [sender] convinces [receiver] to enter a three-legged race with them   — [sender] and [receiver] go apple picking ✔ — [sender] and [receiver] get lost in a corn maze ☀ — [sender] and [receiver] visit a pumpkin patch ✿ — [sender] and [receiver] carve a pumpkin together ☹ — [sender] jumps in the pile of leaves [receiver] just raked ☏ — [sender] and [receiver] tailgate at a sports game ♡ — [sender] and [receiver] try to bake an apple/pumpkin pie ⇧ — [sender] convinces [receiver] to climb a tree ✖ — [sender] invites [receiver] to watch a spooky/scary movie ♪ — [sender] and [receiver] listen to spooky music while they decorate  ☺ — [sender] arrives at [receiver’s] home with freshly baked bread ☞ — [sender] drags [receiver] to a haunted house ✦ — [sender] and [receiver] search for ghosts ● — [sender] grabs [receiver’s] arm because they are scared ☮ — [receiver] does not recognize [sender] in their halloween costume ♛ — [sender] knocks on [receiver’s] door asking for some candy

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