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CALLOUT FOR USERS WHITLEY / IMBICILITE , ETGRAMEN / CEDRIC & LIBRA / DRAKENSKIES.

TW : mentions of pedophilia, mentions of abuse, mentions of relationship abuse, mentions of stalking, mentions of witch-hunts.

i would like to say this wasn’t a post i wanted to make, but you know what? it is. because this isn’t okay, and it’s a disturbing trend i’ve seen lately. i am tired of being publicly harassed and stalked, and accused of things that i have never, ever done without proof. so here it is, before they can publish whatever they are going to say to inevitably attempt to twist the narrative. this document is screenshot heavy, and nothing has been excluded. tl ; dr stop stalking people who have stated they want nothing to do with you. stop dragging up drama that was resolved almost a year ago. stop persecuting people just because you ‘think’ they might be someone you dislike. move on. grow up. please like / reblog if you read.

[ THE FULL CALLOUT CAN BE FOUND HERE ]. 

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Basil: Be a good boy.

Dorian, loud enough for the entire party to hear: Or what, you’ll spank me?

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basil & dorian

let’s just imagine for a minute that dorian chose basil over harry. that even though dorian really enjoyed harry’s personality, he realized quickly that basil truly loved him, whereas harry only saw him as a sort of fascinating experiment. imagine that even though dorian still made his wish to stay eternally young, he grew to love basil so much that he never even fell for sibyl. as a result, he never had the chance to leave her, and she never killed herself. consequently, even though dorian doesn’t grow old, he also never makes all of the horrid choices that led to the changes in his portrait. just as in the original book, basil would want to go to paris, but this time, dorian would want to go with him. eventually, since dorian’s picture remained beautiful, perhaps he would allow basil to display it in a museum after all. basil would become a hugely successful artist, and dorian would be so proud of the man he loved. i believe the ending of the book would remain mostly the same, though. i believe that because dorian did not grow old, he would be especially devastated when basil died of natural causes at the end of a long and happy life. filled with grief at the loss of the one person he felt loved him, dorian would go to the museum in the dead of night and stab the painting, because it was responsible for keeping him young as his lover died in his arms. and as he stabbed the painting, he would feel his breath leave his lungs. if he looked down at his white shirt, he would see blood blossoming across his chest like a flower. and as a tear rolled down his face, he would probably smile in anticipation of seeing his love again

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            SPECIAL QUOTE STARTERS  VOL.2    :    𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬  ♡  

❛ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❜

❛ I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday. ❜

❛ I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had. ❜

❛ You are the answer to every prayer I’ve offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don’t know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have. ❜

❛ I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. ❜

❛ Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❜

❛ Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. ❜

❛ I’m battling monsters, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings, and you say ‘I’ll give you anything’ but you never come through. ❜

❛ If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand. ❜

❛ Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. ❜

❛ There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer. ❜

❛ I fell in love with a switchblade. ❜

❛ I know you’re scared but you’re so close to heaven. ❜

❛ You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed. ❜

❛ You fit into me. Like a hook into an eye. ❜

❛ If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person. ❜

❛ I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. ❜

❛ Love is a kind of killing. Don’t you know that? ❜

❛ Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I’m thankful for it. ❜

❛ We loved with a love that was more than love. ❜

❛ Deep in earth my love is lying. And I must weep alone. ❜

❛ Because you can’t be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone and marrow. ❜

❛ The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. ❜

❛ You promised me you wouldn’t be jealous. ❜

❛ Silly of me. To think someone like you could fall in love with someone like me. ❜

❛ We’re creatures of the underworld. We can’t afford to love. ❜

❛ When I die I want your hands on my eyes. ❜

❛ Be still my foolish heart. ❜

❛ My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand. ❜

❛ I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love. ❜

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—  𝕯 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓  { @portraitkept​ }

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌    hadn’t    been    too    blatant    at    the    beginning    of    their    friendship    ,    for    dorian    had    been    young    ,    fresh    -    faced    &    naïve.  having    just    arrived    back    in    london    ,    the    young    man    had    found    the    world    new    &    overwhelming    ,    &    had    many    more    things    to    worry    about    than    the    painter    who    so    often    looked    at    him    as    though    he    were    something    godly.  it    is    a    type    of    worship    ,    &    one    that    dorian    has    come    to    adore.  he  has  become  godlike  ;  something  other  than  human  ,  for  he  had  sold  his  soul  without  a  second  thought  ,  &  gods  must  be  worshipped  ,  &  must  reward  those  who  cower  &  grovel.  basil  is  loyal  &  good  ,  &  dorian  finds  him  charming.  cute  ,  in  an  awkward  way  :  a  baby  deer  ,  struggling  to  find  its  feet  in  this  world.  

a  smile  ,  wolfish  &  wicked  ,  &  dorian  hums  ,  presses  his  lips  to  basil’s  cheek.  he  has  never  claimed  to  be  anything  but  a  temptation  to  both  men  &  women  ,  &  yet  the  flash  of  joy  that  unfurls  in  his  chest  at  the  knowledge  of  drawing  any  reaction  out  of  basil  catches  him  off  -  guard.  heart  flutters  in  his  chest  ,  for  dorian  is  unused  to  being  sexual  with  those  he  is  emotionally  close  to.  most  affairs  were  just  that  —-  one  night  ,  perhaps  two  —-  but  basil  was  not  that.  he  could  never  be  that  ,  for  he  was  so  intrinsically  tied  to  dorian. to  his  very  soul. 

❝  if  the  people  down  there  hear  anything  ,  they  shall  only  be  jealous  —-  i  can  assure  you  of  that  ,  dear  basil.  ❞  the  guests  were  hardly  the  type  to  be  prudish  when  it  came  to  sexual  affairs  ,  so  what  did  it  matter  if  they  were  to  overhear  something  of  such  an  intimate  nature  ?  before  he  knows  it  ,  basil’s  hand  tangles  in  his  hair  ,  &  dorian  moves  with  him  ,  permits  the  artist  to  draw  him  back  until  his  spine  is  arched  and  the  soft  column  of  his  throat  is  on  display.  kisses  against  his  skin  ,  &  dorian’s  lips  part  in  a  sigh  ,  pushes  hips  forward  against  basil’s.  he  has  never  seduced  a  man  before  ,  but  that  does  not  mean  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  at  least  try.  ❝  i’ll  admit  ,  i  wasn’t  expecting  you  to  be  so  talented  with  your  mouth  ,  ❞  his  grin  widens  ,  &  dark  eyes  glint  with  mischief.  ❝  but  you’re  an  artist  ,  so  i  find  myself  curious  :  are  you  equally  as  talented  with  your  hands?  ❞

basil’s  words  give  him  reason  to  pause  ,  &  dorian  inhales  shakily,  hands  come  up  to  help  unbutton  his  own  shirt  ,  to  lay  skin  bare.  ❝  no.  i  have  a  great  deal  of  experience  ,  but  all  of  it  has  been  with  the  fairer  sex.  never  before  have  i  experimented  outside  of  those  particular  constraints.  ❞  it  wasn’t  due  to  being  opposed  to  the  idea  (  for  dorian  was  happy  to  embrace  a  new  type  of  intimacy  in  the  pursuit  of  constant  pleasure  )  ,  rather  due  to  him  being  somewhat  nervous.  as  though  engaging  in  same  -  sex  relations  was  taking  the  final  step  into  corruption &  hedonistic  desires.  as  if  it  was  breaking  the  final  boundary.  lips  curl  into  a  smile  at  the  unfamiliar  words  ,  &  dorian  all  but  purrs.  ❝  show  me  ,  basil.  show  me  how  badly  you  want  me.  ❞

        The  things  that  Dorian  could  cause  a  man  as  reserved  as  Basil  was  to  feel  should  have  been  forbidden.  Not  that  that  would  have  stopped  it  from  happening.  He  was  simply  too  attractive  for  his  own  good,  &  Dorian  too  keen  on  doing  whatever  the  opposite  of  what  society  expected  of  him.

        Oh,  the  artist  was  well  aware  of  the  fact  that  the  guests  wouldn't  mind  overhearing  anything.  There  had  been  many  evenings  where  Basil  had  watched  with  a  strange  mix  of  concern,  discomfort  &  jealousy  as  Dorian  swayed  between  groups  of  drunken  strangers,  gradually  losing  his  sensibilities  ( &  his  clothing )  as  the  night  grew  darker.  No,  he  disliked  the  idea  of  them  watching  for  one  simple,  entirely  selfish  reason  —  he was  so  very  possessive  of  the  younger  man,  more  than  he  certainly  had  any  right  to  be,  that  he  didn’t  want  to  share  anything  they did  together  with  them.  If  this  was  the  only  time  he  would  be  able  to  have  Dorian  as  his  own,  then  he  wanted  it  to  be  between  the  two  of  them  only.

        The  boy's  admission,  while  not  a  particularly  surprising  one  given  the  taboo  of  it,  still  made  Basil  feel  as  though  the  air  had  been  sucked  away  from  his  lungs.  Dorian  was  a  virgin.  Well,  at  least  in  the  way  it  mattered  between  two  men.  He'd  never  been  touched  that  way...  &  yet  here  he  was,  sitting  in  the  painter's  lap,  nervous,  but  giving  no  indication  he  desired  to  stop  things  before  they  reached  that  point.  Was  he  truly  intending  to  give  such  a  gift  to  Basil,  of all  people?  That  changed  things,  at  least  in  his  eyes.  ❝  No.  Not  here,  not  for  this.  ❞

        Whether  Dorian  simply  lacked  the  knowledge  of  the  intricate  details  pertaining  to  sex  between  two  men,  or  he  was  impatient  &  careless,  the  redhead  did  not  know.  What  he  did  know,  however,  was  that  he was  wholly  unprepared  for  them  to  be  doing  something  like  this  on  a  couch.  Blue  eyes  studied  Dorian  appraisingly  for  a  moment,  &  then  he  decided.  Basil’s  arms  circled  around  the  dark - haired  boy  before  lifting  him  as  he  stood,  so  that  one  limb  curled  beneath  his  thighs,  &  the other  pressed  against  the  small  of  his  back,  pinning  him  against  the  broad  expanse  of  his  chest  as  he  began  to  carry  him  down  the  hallway  to  Dorian’s  bedroom.  Carrying  him  was  easy;  Basil  was  rather  fit  from  years  of  his  father  pushing  him  towards  a  military  career,  and  his  muse  was  on  the  lighter  side.

        Once  they  were  there,  the  artist’s  demeanour  seemed  to  shift.  Basil  knocked  the  door  firmly  shut  &  gently  deposited  the  younger  man  onto  the  end  of  the  lavish  bed,  &  then  his  hands  were  on  either  side  of  Dorian’s  face  &  he  was  kissing  him  deeply,  passionately,  fingers  winding  into  raven  hair  as  he  claimed  his  mouth,  pushing  him  backwards  to  lay  against  the  blankets;  his  body  leaned  over  Dorian’s,  standing  between  his  legs  with  hands planted  against  the  bed  for  support,  practically  pinning  him  into  place  as  his  lips  dragged  hungrily  down  over  his  jaw,  licks  &  kisses  peppered  along  the  bare  torso  as  he  pulled  the  shirt  off  of  his  shoulders  entirely,  slowly  working  his  way downwards.

        If  this  was  going  to  happen,  it  was  going  to  be  memorable.  Proper.  Dorian  deserved  that  much,  even  if  he  didn’t  know  it.

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—  𝕯 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓  { @soulbartered​ }

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  ,  by  all  means  ,  concern  him  that  he’s  become  so  used  to  people  showing  up  uninvited  that  he  no  longer  feels  the  need  to  so  much  as  turn  to  look  at  them.  perhaps  it  is  stupidity  —-  dorian  shall  blame  it  on  familiarity  and  the  lack  of  danger  ,  instead.  basil  is  back.  he  knows  it  instinctively  ,  as  one  knows  the  stars  and  the  moon  will  rise  at  night  and  fall  in  the  day  ,  and  it  comes  as  a  comfort  —-  a  brief  reprieve  from  the  busy  life  and  hectic  schedule  he  adheres  to  daily.  a  smile  graces  porcelain  cheeks  ,  and  dorian  laughs  —-  a  joyful  ,  free  sound.  

❝  my  ,  i  don’t  know.  could  it  possibly  be  the  one  person  who  has  consistently  plagued  my  life  for  over  one  hundred  years  now  ?  ❞  hands  come  up  to  grasp  at  basil’s  wrists  and  pull  them  downwards  until  they  settle  on  dorian’s  waist,  rather  than  over  his  eyes.  ❝  welcome  back  ,  basil.  i  hope  your  travels  have  been  worthwhile  and  your  happiness  plentiful.  ❞

        The  sound  of  Dorian's  carefree  laughter,  and  knowing  he  had  caused  it,  warmed  his  heart.

        ❝   Aw,  &  here  I  thought  you  loved  me.  I’m  hurt.   ❞   The  painter  teased  the  younger  man,  wrapping  his  arms  around  Dorian's  waist  as  the  blond  pulled  his  hands  away  from  his  eyes.   ❝   They  were,  as  always.  But  I’ve  missed  you  dearly.   ❞   He  murmured,  tucking  his  face  into  the  blond’s  neck,  inhaling  the  familiar  scent  of  him.  Smiling  against  his  skin,  the  elder  withdrew  a  little  velvet - lined  box  from  his  pocket  &  slipped  it  into  Dorian’s  hands.  His  own  trembled  ever  so  slightly  from  the  nerves.   ❝   A  gift  for  you,  mio  amore.   ❞   One  he  hoped  Dorian  would  accept.

        Nestled  inside  the  ring  box  was  a  stunning  ring  made  of  brushed,  black  platinum  that  gleamed  under  the  club  lights,  &  in  the  center  was  a  gorgeous  purplish-red  diamond,  set  in  the  shape  of  a  marquise,  flanked  by  smaller  brilliant - cut  flawless  white  diamonds.   ❝    This  is  why  I  was  gone  for  so  long.   ❞   He  admitted,  his  heartbeat  quickening.   ❝   I  didn’t  want  to  come  back  until  I  had  the  perfect...  well...   ❞   Being  well  over  a  century  old,  mortal  money  was  really  no  object  to  their  kind  once  they’d  had  time  to  save  &  invest  it,  but  he  knew  Dorian  appreciated  pretty  things;  he  deserved  something  to  suit  his  tastes.  The  ‘fancy  red’  class  diamond  had  toured  all  seven  continents  before  being  auctioned  off  by  Christie’s.  It  had  sold  to  a  ‘private  buyer’  for  roughly  eleven  &  a  half  million,  not  including  the  crafting  of  the  ring  to  place  it  in,  but  Dorian  was  worth  every  cent.  He  was  Basil’s  everything,  after  all.  The  enchantment  he’d  placed  on  it  would  ensure  it  could  never  be  lost  or  broken.

        ❝   I’m done travelling.   ❞   Basil  abruptly  said,  letting  go  of  Dorian  so  he  could  step  around  &  face  his  lover.  It  took  a  moment  to  gather  his  courage,  but  he  met  his  eye  &  smiled,  hesitantly,  but  earnestly.   ❝   I’ve  had  my  share  of  adventures,  enough  to  last  several  lifetimes  over.  I  know  where  my  home  is,  &  where  it’s  always  been.  You  are  my  home,  Dorian...   ❞   He  took  a  deep  breath  &  lowered  himself  onto  one  knee.    ❝   I  have  loved  you  since  the  moment  I  first  saw  you,  my  darling,  &  I  will  love  you  until  the  end  of  time  &  after.  Dorian  Gray...  will  you  make  my  eternity,  however  long  it  might  last,  the  happiest  it  could  possibly  be,  by  honouring  me  with  your  hand  in  marriage?   ❞

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—  𝕯 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓  { @soulbartered​ }

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋  with  a  thud  ,  and  blue  eyes  widen  in  surprise.  it  had  only  been  a  matter  of  minutes  since  basil  had  returned  home  to  greendale  ,  and  yet  here  they  were  ,  pressed  up  against  one  of  the  walls  in  the  now  -  empty  gray  room.  ❝  my  ,  basil  ,  it  appears  that  you’re  particularly  eager  ,  aren’t  you  ?  ❞  a  purr  ,  low  and  sensual  ,  and  dorian  leans  forwards  ,  presses  a  kiss  to  basil’s  jaw.  there  is  comfort  in  this  —-  comfort  in  being  with  his  oldest  friend  —-  and  dorian  all  but  revels  in  it  when  he  is  home.  ❝  i  missed  you  too  ,  love.  spend  time  with  me  now  that  you’re  back  for  a  while  ,  won’t  you  ?  ❞

        He’d  missed  Dorian  more  than  his  words  could  ever  do  justice.

        Basil  had  no  idea  how  he  had  managed  to  get  so  lucky,  why  he  was  gifted  with  being  allowed  to  spend  forever  with  the  love  of  his  life;  his  soulmate  —  Dorian  Gray.  All  he  knew  was  that  every  time  he  laid  eyes  on  him,  particularly  after  a  lengthy  separation,  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  express  it  to  the  other  man,  as  intimately  &  deeply  as  possible.  Perhaps  that  was  what  led  him  to  press  his  beloved  up  against  the  wall  of  the  club.

        The  sound  of  Dorian's  purr  sent  a  shiver  racing  down  his  back,  tilting  his  head  as  the  other  kissed  his  jaw.   ❝   Can’t  help  it.   ❞   He  whispered  breathlessly,  gazing  at  him  with  an  expression  of  wonder,  adoration  &  desire.   ❝   It’s  impossible  not  to  miss  you.   ❞   The  artist  looked  into  those  captivating  blue  eyes  a  moment  longer,  before  leaning  forward  to  cover  the  blond’s  plush  lips,  letting  them  move  together  in  a  slow  caress,  smouldering  with  that  same  familiar  passion.  A  large  hand  cupped  the  side  of  Dorian’s  jaw,  and  he  licked  at  the  other’s  lower  lip;  gentle  &  teasing.   ❝   Shall  I  express  just  how  much  I  longed  to  return  to  you,  mio  dolce  ragazzo?   ❞   he  inquired,  almost  breathlessly,  his  hands  dropping  down  to  grasp  Dorian  by  the  hips,  giving  a  light  squeeze.

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—   𝕯 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖆 𝖓   { @soulbartered​ }

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓  ,  lashes  out  at  whoever  lies  beside  him.  it  had  taken  dorian  a  great  many  months  to  come  to  feel  comfortable  with  the  idea  of  sleeping  around  basil  again  ,  and  yet  even  now  he  finds  himself  plagued  by  nightmares  :  forced  to  relive  the  moment  he  lost  his  heart  over  and  over  and  over  again  until  his  limbs  go  numb  and  his  chest  aches.  and  yet  despite  his  restless  sleeping  patterns  ;  despite  all  the  screaming  and  trembling  and  hurting  ,  basil  stays  beside  him  when  he  feels  good  enough  to  let  him  ,  stays  the  room  over  whenever  he  doesn’t.  dorian  hadn’t  expected  this  level  of  loyalty  ,  but  basil  had  always  gone  above  and  beyond  for  him  :  out  of  devotion  or  worship  ,  he  isn’t  entirely  certain.  

❝  basil  ,  i  —-  ❞  he  starts  ,  tone  comprised  of  a  breathy  edge  and  fearful  undercurrent  ,  for  dorian  would  never  be  one  to  share  his  fears  outright  —-  not  even  to  the  person  he  trusts  the  most.  not  even  to  basil.  ❝  you  couldn’t  stop  it.  you  couldn’t  stop  it  if  it  did  come  for  me  again  ,  basil  ,  it’s  too  —-  ❞  too  powerful  ,  for  it  had  so  easily  disposed  of  him.  ❝  you  can’t  promise  me  that  ;  you  couldn’t  stop  it.  ❞

        If  Basil  had  thought  the  physical  injury  the  Uninvited  had  caused  Dorian  was  terrible,  it  was  nothing  compared  to  the  extent of  emotional  scarring  inflicted  on  his  beloved.  There  was  no  dancing  around  the  subject,  &  hadn’t  been  for  some  time;  what  happened  to  the  blond  in  the  artist’s  absence  had  traumatized  him.  The  guilt  of  not  being  there  for  him  when  it  occurred  settles  heavily  in  his  chest,  the  way  it  always  did.

        He  wasn’t  sure  he  could  ever  bear  to  leave  him  again,  not  after  this.

        ❝  Shh.  It’s  okay.  You  don’t  need  to  say  anything.  ❞  The  redhead  sat  forward  &  pulled  the  extra  blanket  at  the  foot  of  the  bed  up  around  Dorian’s  shaking  frame.  He  snapped  his  fingers  quietly,  &  a  cup  appeared  in  his  hand.  He  brought  the  cup  of  warm  milk,  cherries  &  fermented  chamomile  to  his  lover’s  lips,  the  frothy  mixture  emitting  a  soothingly  sweet  floral  aroma.  ❝  Have  a  sip  of  this,  the melatonin  will  help  calm  your  nerves.  ❞  He  hated  seeing  the  younger  man  so  rattled.  It  wasn’t  right;  his  confident,  proud  Dorian  reduced  to  tremors  &  suppressing  tears  over  what  that  monster  had  done.  It  was  an  absurd  thought,  but  if  he  could,  he  would  have  gone  into  the  Void  to  throttle  it  himself  for  this,  for  daring  to  hurt  that  which  was  most  precious  to  him.  ❝  Deep  breaths,  Doré,  it  can’t  hurt  you  anymore.  You’re  safe  now.  I’ve  got  you,  alright?  It’s  going  to  take  time for  you  to  heal  from  this,  darling,  but  you  will,  one  day...  &  I’m  here  for  you  no  matter  what.  ❞  Nothing  could  convince  him  to  abandon  Dorian  when  he  needed  someone  the  most.  Not  the  ever - changing  sleeping  arrangements,  or  the  panic  attacks,  not  even  the  wild  thrashing  &  frequent  bruises  from  Dorian’s  violent  nightmares.  He  pulled  him  against  his  chest  &  stroked  the  golden  curls  in  an  effort  to  comfort  him,  the  way  he  always  did.

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                                    moodboard meme

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse 

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

💕  for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships 

👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎  𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃  𝒷𝓎  𝒩  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝒜𝑅𝒯𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒮

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@portraitkept​ said: "My condolences, Mr. Hallward. We tried everything we could, but the burns and damage done were far too severe to be reversible, and I'm afraid Mr. Gray is no longer with us. Such a pity - what a dreadful house fire that was." 

        Just because the news didn’t surprise him, didn’t mean it felt any less like his entire world was ripped out from underneath Basil.

        The doctors’ and coroner were trying to speak to him, but he couldn’t hear it over the sound of ringing in his ears. Wordlessly, the artist brushed passed them and, after signing the paperwork that would allow Dorian to be properly interred (he had just given him the power to do so a few weeks ago — had the young man sensed something like this was coming?), he went to his house, the one he still owned but had not actually lived in properly for some time. His real HOME had been sectioned off as police investigated the cause of the attic fire which had stolen the love of his life. Emily was in the hospital for minor injuries and from the emotional impact, and he couldn’t bring himself to deliver the news to her yet.

        When he arrived, the portrait was waiting for him in the studio, the frame charred and warped from the heat. Harry had wanted to take it, but he’d shut him down with as much self-restraint as it took not to kill the son of a bitch. He’d never lay a finger on it, he’d already taken everything else from Basil, the portrait was legally his anyways, even if he’d gifted it to Dorian publicly. Basil touched the cover hanging over it, but couldn’t bring himself to remove it. What if it had reverted to the way it had looked in the beginning? He couldn’t bear to look at Dorian now, not after he’d just LOST him. 

        Dorian was dead, and nothing Basil or anyone else could do would bring him back. He choked back the grief-filled cry that rose in the back of his throat, and instead he turned and ripped the first sketch he saw off of his wall, then another, and another. He swiped the vast collection of brushes off of his work desk and knocked the wooden canvas over. Before long he had destroyed a good majority of the room, and yet nothing seemed to make him feel BETTER. He would have kept going, if he hadn’t caught sight of a paper sticking out of the leather bound book sitting on his table. 

        Shaking hands pulled the paper out, and he felt a fresh wave of tears come to his eyes as he took in the first sketch of Dorian he’d properly completed; so young and handsome, innocent, the warmth in his smile as he sat at the piano. Sinking to the floor against the nearby wall, Basil traced his fingers along the face of the sketch and held the drawing to his chest, as though it were actually him, as the sobs wracked his body. Hours later, he ended up falling asleep on the floor of the ruined studio, EXHAUSTED, with the drawing still tucked against his heart. 

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sensory

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“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

Vincent van Gogh

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“She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered different. She did not suffer too much.”

— Betty Smith

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Make Your Muse!

Tagged by: @prophecyfated

Tagging: @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo, @cardigansandearlgrey, @multimana, @portraitkept, @portraitsaved, @sixthofficer, @timidstrcngth

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the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.                                   —-        the curves of your lips 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.  ❞

ind.  priv.  highly  selective  dorian  gray  ,  as  featured  in  ‘ the picture of dorian gray ’   by  oscar  wilde  &  drawing  inspirations  from  the  2009  adaption.  pictured  by  n. ©

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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?”